"Don't worry i will be okay, daddy will look after me"
how stupid was i to be so innocent and think he will protect me, look after me and be a dad to me.
the day  i said those words, he took my body away from me
.

Air is good
Pollution is bad
They can lie to us
We need fresh air
Factory’s cause gas to go everywhere depending where you go
Smoking can cause cancer
It’s bad for the air
Protect us all
And make things right

Fires can be beautiful
Fires can be harmful
Fires destroy forests
But sometimes it’s not our fault
Fire is an element
Like water
Water puts out the flame
Fire is orange and yellow and can be red
Fire can be blue to
Fire kills animals
Fire kills us
Don’t start a fire
The air starts fire to sometimes
So please be kind
And not like the fire

I sit there waiting
In the rain
It’s starts to hail
I have no where to go
Maybe a shelter
But wait? I don’t have one
Life is sad
So just be glad
You have one
People don’t see
Other people’s life
You may start to think twice
I then find a shelter
I try to take cover
While lighting a fire
That goes out on its own
I curl up into a ball
Then I see light
Well my time is up
I’m in heaven now
No need to cry
I can fly now
Don’t be shy.

The wind blows through the night
While I try to find the light
The darkness blocks my path
To where the wind goes.
I try to follow the wind
But it seems endless
The path I’m taking seems pretty far
Hopefully the distance isn't war
The wind cools me off when I get to hot
So hopefully the path I follow will be cool.

I inherited my mom's anger, and my dad's kind of laziness.

And then at once as sudden as he had left, he came back, and with him colour.

a soul history is like the caligraphy of dunes
the psyche toiling its dark materials
sketching shadows from imagination
the cabaret of desire contemplating all the wonderful trivial terrible beings you can be. a wave in my mind you are
between the visible and invisible man the wisdom of the shamans

I walk on streets, I see things, I touch hands suffering from imagination deficit disorder. sometimes I have thoughts in reverse
but I cage my heart in this shrine of memory while
I am looking for you dawn by dawn, bird by bird