We dream
the final moments
of someone else
who's forgotten
those very
thoughts

in them
reality lingers
fainting lights
are flattering
images of
the past

maybe
the very present
spreads like
lighting to
the sleepers
who do not see

perhaps
future becomes
slumbering
breaths: exhale
in the air
can you
see them..?

It was the struggle
not about what they were doing
a mother trying to keep her child pure
or a man holding an open hand to help others

They did what they did
fought against what the world told
Strong, brave, and doing their best
these were heroes

Results, don't matter
behind results are the efforts of the best
a mother raising her children in a ghetto
where one step to the left can be the end

Results, don't matter
a man was built for success
but instead he chose to raise the world
with each hand, he opened a door

Even somebody that never knew
that a better world could even exist
clung onto new hope when they saw not all were evil
abused, but not broken she struggled

These people were heroes
adversity was the only nature they knew
maybe some failed and they became evil
, but at least they tried
and that's all we can ask for.

He loved her more--
than he could ever imagine.
Only because he had the imagination of a squirrel
some euphoric animal who's only thoughts,
were as creative as: find nuts; hide nuts.

He never knew what he was doing,
as his eye sight was so poor,
even the bats that were outside his home
echoed the depraved behavior before him.

He had the temper of some territorial animal--
hippopotamus will suffice as this is what he resembled
because when he was told "no"
everything around him felt the thrashing
that was about to come down on them.

This cat clinging to her last life
when all the other eight were lost to past fights--
she held on tight, and finally found the strength for one word.
A freedom she's always had but some snake hid it from her.

The bear had claws and strength to hold the feline down
as the monstrosity that he was crushed her wind-pipe.
Startled by the crackling of twigs in her neck
a reminder that common beast fear fire.

Slumped against the wall next to his prey,
as a koala confused by the nature in front of him--
struggling to understand the horror.
He simply slips into another creature
clearing his conscious of the flames he fears.

I want you to love me--
Please only love me as long as I live,
The very moment my eyes stop fluttering,
and no longer smile when they are watching the world.
That to close my eyes you would have to push them down;
one eye is blue and one eye is green
you can remember this
but keep remembering I am no longer here.

Because when I am watching you
from the skyline subway train to some place unknown;
to the living world, your world.
I want to be able to see you,
but not to see you loving people that are no longer there
or in the bottom of some bottle
dreaming that this will bring me to you,
even though spirits grant my image
they can never bring mine back.

Instead you should find new love--
one that can bring you to the living
because it's something I can't do anymore.
So when I am taking this final trip out
instead of seeing spoiled love that maybe ended too soon.
I'll be able to see one that lasted a life time--
I won't have to wish this was a movie
since we'll both know even without me you'll still be happy.

All I ask is that you choose to remember me
that when you see those two colors: blue and green.
It will remind you of how my eyes were different colors
and to take a short moment to look into the sky.
Remember that I am no longer here
but when I was, we loved each for a life time...

When you Turn 22
Things tend to tread for years on end
No longer the blushing youngster
or the naive college drinker
the world may open slowly
as an oyster holding closer it's pearl
the same goes for the world
once coming of age
becomes the ripe wine we've been waiting for
you will not turn to stone
but turn into the truth
which is who you've been designed to be
after 21
this is when the silhouette you've been filling
finally fades on in
who are you
who did you want to be
well now,
let's find out.

One where you don't do drugs,
where you don't smoke.
honestly--
do not drink the trough of lesser things
amongst them the layers of thievery.

Where man and woman do not thrive
addiction steals their will,
as it drives their minds into space
where life is void of options;
other than we need to get high.

Voiceless and numb, sprawled against the wall--
I do not have to think of anything
except the pleasure that expunges all my needs--
no bills, no children, no desires
free of everything.

It became my passion,
because they told me to live happily--
ecstasy was within my grasp
it only took a needle
to find the hidden path,
that's always been within my veins.

Confused by my mother--
whom will not speak my name
and by society that cast me to the streets;
thought I did what they told me to do.

White eyed and foaming--
a final image appears in the mind
my last coherent thought
*How is this any worse?

Each battle their swords clash
mighty men stagger back,
with every hack and slash
little cracks break into those blades.
Each force of energy carves a new path--
victories told by this warriors tale of sand
beads of red spill openly,
and more brown rocks turned into blood
they are the clear sign
to a samurai's way to end.

A jar on the counter filled to the brim--
layers of dust coat the outside
within the hearts of mighty men
whom were slain all by one man;
now he old and gray living in a younger age.

His only wish was to be a true
samurai, one to turn into sand,
to become part of the trophy case--
sword in hand and a slight bow
he does the honorable way,
to join his samurai men.