I walked on the path of rainbows
I sailed across the paintbrush sea
I climbed the candy corn mountain
really, only to see
a valley of yellow flowers
to the creek of hearts
through the sea shell tunnel
to finally reach
the forest of dancers
up the tumbling hill
across the diamond rode
when you see
the sign of talking veggies
and the house of pixie dust
or maybe it was the cat cave
I don't really know
and possibly if you're lucky
you'll see the Gate of Sunshine
and that is the end of this journey
but there are more waiting
so take your own path
discover a new place
far far away.

Through your eyes I see the truth
I see what you are afraid to face
I wish you would stop hiding and face it
one day it will creep up on you
take you by surprise
So  face your fears my dear and stand up to be you
don't hide
don't hesitate
it will take much longer.

He comes in when your going to bed
he knows it has been a hard day
you look into his eyes
they show the deep affection
the Father Daughter love
he is the only one I can talk to right now.
everyone else doesn't understand
not even yourself
but he makes you understand
in a nice truthful kind of way
and that is why he is your father
to have Father Daughter talks

boxes full of them
neon
black
patterns
and more
what is better than cheap sunglasses

$1, $2, $3 what more
than buying a pare of cheap sunglasses

flashy
cool
never out of style
go get some cheap sunglasses

Most of my poems are pretty jubilant
but now I can't but be unhappy
I had an okay day
but now things have changed
and I no longer feel that happy way
for some odd reason I'm in a bad mood
better wording is I'm plain old ******.

I hate when everything is messed up
one bad thing happens
and then the next
the world just can't leave me alone
I need a really long break
my mind melts
and my stomach hurts
my throat swells up
what more do I need?

But if I am lucky
I can have a better day tomorrow
and start over all new
and everything goes back to "normal"
oh I hate bad days!

I giveth my point in all due respect,
That thou art not as willing as me.

Through Thundering storms
and unpleasant seas
The steepest of mountains
and yet they do not see
that thou art not as willing as me.

Painful battle wounds
blistering scars
horrific scenes
I have endured it all
though still they disagree
That thou art not as willing as me.

The most treacherous winds
The blinding blizzards
The most tempest of people
and yet so much more
Why is it that they don't see?
Why they chooseth you over me?
When thou art not as willing me me!

You can Live
everyday is new

You can love
I will love you too

you can learn
to be better each day

three things that
just can't stay away.

The dead man is watching
making his bets
trying to see
who will pay their depts.

The dead man has a theory
he keeps it to himself
any who wonder
are left on the shelf

The dead man has his mystery
no detective has seen
all who try, fail
no one is that keen.

The dead man is waiting
for some company
fall into his curse
and maybe you will see.

Where is the end?
Of fear and hatred

Is the hole to deep
to reach the bottom

Is the pain to scarring
to heal and forgive

Where is the end?
Of this endless war.

The tears still fall
the blood still stains

No one will forget
the deep feeling of anger

Where is the end?
That will break out into light.

When I was younger
a friend once told me
No one and nothing is
absolutely perfect.

I have lived by this
all my life.

I believe
if there was perfection
then there would be a limit
to your success.

Ever since
he told me that
I have been impressed
by people who do beyond
perfection.

They ignore others limits
and go beyond
they set limits for
themselves.

But yet they are still
not perfect
and in my world
nothing ever will
be.

I smile at you
you smile back
I walk into a cafe
you were already there
all the tables were full
you offer me a seat
I sit down across from you
you say,"hi"
I nod in return
we start to talk
we talk for hours and hours
finally you have to leave
I wave goodbye but stay seated
when you left I realized I didn't ask your name

Next day
I walk to the same cafe
and you are already there
I later found out you were waiting for me.

In the dark night
the waves pounded
the wind blew
but that was above the seas surface
below you was where the manta ray danced
around in the light of the swimmers flash light
fish would gather to join in the dance
and we watched in amazement
they would dance to the music of the ocean
the bubbles
the waves
we were part of the atmosphere
but not part of the dance
how I wish
that someday
I will join the dance of the manta ray.

The sound is a loud silence
a high pitch note
they sing to the waves
to the fish
to themselves
when we join in to their song
we feel the joy they feel
they sing to the rhythm of their heart
beating softly so only they can hear
the works of art they bring to this world

We are one
in mind
soul
and body

We are one
in thoughts
feelings
and abilities

We can be
together
believing
in one thing

no matter how
hard
painful
or impossible
it may seem

if we believe
as hard as we can
we can accomplish
anything as one

The thing I hate most is
the fighting
the wars
the absence of peace

the thing I hate most is
the judging of
skin color
gender
and religion

but the thing I hate most
over all of those things
is the hate for hatred itself.

Oh Zetria, Zetria
you hide in the shade
you live your own ways
escaping the world
still burning in the soul
how do you plan
to stay away from reality
you ran and ran
but in the end
you will have to face
your lives fate
either now or later
your biggest decision.

the music surrounds me
fills me
and moves me

I can't stop
I shouldn't
I wont

I'm lost in time
in place
in music

Who'd want to stop
not me
not you

Dancing in Music
is the freedom
the risk
my love

Drift
to dream
to see
to believe

Drift
to sing
to dance
to hear

Drift
to the clouds
to space
to mars

Drift
with freedom
with adventure
with peace.

Imagine everyone in the world
always being normal
what a boring world that would be
I love all the unique personalities
and to me there is no such thing as normality
so if you try to be like everyone else
you'll find how boring it is
so just stop right there and be yourself
because your the only one who can be you.

Summer is
dancing leaves,
whispering breeze,
flowing creeks,

Summer is
endless skies,
clear nights,
flickering flames,

Summer is
sweet music,
campfire laughs,
warm friendship,

Summer is
long road trips,
western destinations,
adventures ahead,

Summer is
waking in the morning,
watching the sunrise,
loving until sun set.

Careful
to be
to see
to have

Careful
to sing
to hum
to tap

Careful
to step
to balance
to walk

Careful
to live
to breath
to smile

Colors shift and light dampens
I sit and watch the sun go down
the snow is aerated all around
I see pinks and oranges and yellows
the sunset here is unfeasible to describe
and yet here I am trying to explain
the colors that infuse together so well
almost dreamy in a fantasy kind of way
once it is gone it will never be the same
so I watch in awe as nature's beauty is revealed.

I find pleasure in
the songs I hear,
the music I play,
the rhythm I feel,

I feel pleasure
in the night sky,
the glimmering stars,
the wolves howl,

I feel pleasure
when I walk on the sand,
smell the sea salt,
lay in the sun,

I find pleasure
on a ride upon my horses back,
the feel of soft fur on their back,
the wind in my hair when we gallop,

I feel pleasure
in the life I live,
each and every day,
and the greatness in my heart.

Do not judge me because of where I live
the clothes I wear
the people I like
Do not judge me for what I believe in
what I do
or what I try
Do not judge my physical traits
the color of my skin
the shape of my face
judge me for my attitude
my actions
or my opinion
judge me for being me
cause that's what really counts.

the sun sets here
                                and rises somewhere else
                                    It never gets to rest.

When I hear music
I feel so alive
I have to think in a musical mind
the sounds are my life
the rhythm is my soul
the beats are my heart
the words are my world
I can't stay away
away from my love
my love is for music
and music will always be
with me all over
just wait and see.

When I try to hard
to be myself
I find I become someone else

You are what you are
so don't try to be
what you have been all along

you can improve on being better
but don't erase what you have been
and what you are

live knowing your proud with yourself
so you can help others see
and there is no one else better to be...
than you

In every noise there is a silence,
as every road has its bumps,
every light has its darkness,
for darkness isn't constantly bad,
light is equal to darkness,
just as silence is to noise,
we are equal to others,
so what difference does it make,
some are silence,
some are noise,
we need both,
and in the the end both need us.

All the Beautiful things,
Make me feel like I have wings,
Even on a stormy day,
When all words are hard to say,
The wings still lift me to the sky,
Higher than a bird can fly,
So I can see all these things,
And that is when I start to sing,
But these things are forgotten,
Just like some worn out cotton,
Even though these things exist,
People cross them off the list,
Soon no one will care,
What these things have to share,
All who knew of these things,
Now act like greedy kings,
But there is still a little hope,
For people to climb up the rope,
And see all the beautiful things,
And appreciate what this world brings.

When I traveled to Rainbow lane
In a far off dream,
I saw a daisy,
the daisy was kissed by the gentile sun,
growing a bit each day,
On sad days the daisy drooped,
and the cloud's tears drizzled upon the daisy,
but sunny days always fallowed those damp days,
the flower smiled once again
and every evening the flower slept
in a soft bed of hay,
awaiting the morning sun.

In the Dark Days
In Palestine,
Hatred rules over love,
happiness is a sin,
peace was unheard of,
people would fight,
people would judge,
your true self was held against you,
arguments were continued,
purposely never solved.
How did people find joy?
you can't be bad because of your past,
but you fight back just the same,
they Killed your people in Munich,
you took their land,
you both are fighting the wars,
killing mothers and children,
yet you feel no shame.
How can one forgive you?
When you took all that was theirs,
and destroy it permanently,
You are just as bad as them,
therefore the dark days remain,
haunting in your heart,
how will there be a resolution,
You tried peace accords,
to make the fighting end,
but still the fight remains,
the horrors through your head,
you, like many still want one thing,
the thing that is the hardest to achieve...
the one thing you failed at before
but yet you try again to gain the harmony the
Peace

I try too hard to think complex,
when simplicity can be so much better,
We all really do have something simple about us,
We all really do feel the greatness of success,
shoot for the simple goals to succeed the complex,
believe in the simple things that can lead to the hard,
people try to show off and pretend to be confusing,
but I am most impressed by the simple thoughts.

When I get caught in Premonition,
I have to sit and wait 1 sec,
I have to breath and take up the message,
I feel the pressure,
don't we all,
I see the presage,
it creeps around my heart,
what could it end up to be?
don't we all get premonition?

Crusted peaks and warning bells,
fear that hits all others souls,
howls that pierce the silent night,
caught up in a dream of fright, lightning flashes across the sky,
the secrets seem to change their faith,
and yet all that comes to mind is feelings distant that get to close.
What of this land of the silver sand?
Some say it is a blessing some say it is a curse.
One thing is promised around all of its mystery is that this place is not a fairy tale.

Long hair, mixed feelings
love strains, people stop
early spring, late awakening
trailing with fear, outsiders glance
giving up, walk so strait
histories curse, the curse that all jib
but find it following to meet you no more.