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.

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

Hello Harry Hatman Hive
How's hill hunting?
Have hamburgers hailed ***** hats?
have Hungarians Haunted Harry?
hive he hands high how hasty has hood
half hunched happy hogs?
He's helped hints have hearing
hahahaha ha ha ha ha...HA

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.

Slowly
walking, thinking, being
Slowly
Learning, Understanding, Teaching
Slowly
Feeling, hurting, relieving
Slowly
step by step
day by day
breath by breath

Slowly you can close your eyes
and see the world a different way
by just believing that it is
and seeing that it can

If I can bloom so can hope
If there is love than there is trust
so hold on to what is left
for nothing can change what is gone

here are the main ingredients to my poetry:

Words, fraises, rhymes sometimes, inspirations, creativeness, LIFE, emotion, education, facts if neccessary, IMAGINATION, character, uniqueness, thought, impulse, opposites, TRUTH, symbols, patterns, and most of all my poetry contains a bit of ME in them.

I am the walrus walking, with Lucy in the sky with her diamonds, talking about going to Mr. Kites show tonight and then we'd have dinner at the Octopus's garden in the shade with Father MacKenzie. She said that Rocky raccoon was going to be at the show too and I remembered that Lady Madonna will stay for a bit if she earns enough money. I bet you didn't know that Sgt. Pepper's lonely hearts band will be there to play a bit. They are going to arrive in the yellow submarine with the nowhere man. then they are going to strawberry fields to play. I am going to meet up with them tomorrow at Abbey road and then go visit Jojo with them. From there we'd go to play for the Blue meanies and their bulldogs. What a wonderful place Beatle world is, but I have a ticket to ride the Magic mystery bus back to reality. Too bad I can't stay awhile longer!

Monster's mingling
my mind may miss
more maps, more mail
May mustaches might mix mills
Maybe Mat might make marble masks
mopping Mandies mall
Men may make moats
moons make mauls

Those who know what they want will work for it. Those people zeal for it and reach higher than most.

You've lived with lies all your life
and hurt my pride to get it right
I've built back up before you could put me down
Your just afraid to face the ugly truth
so here I go
I will tell it to you strait:

You are hiding from your fear
of being unpopular
so you cover this fear with bullying people like me
but the sad part about it is that we just finished studying intolerance
obviously that meant nothing to you
because you are intolerant to others
it's not my choice to look or sound like I do
so why do you judge me because of it?
to fit in that's why.

His body is round and plump
his stomach drags on the ground
his legs vanish in his fat
Watch out he might pop!

Is it two people on one horse?
or two camels in a tiny car?
maybe it is two horses for one car
and two people for one camel

did you ever think of two horses on one person
or two cars on one camel
maybe two cars on one horse
or two camels on one person

haha

What happens?
When you are done with a dream?
Does it disappear?
Does it fade?
does it wander off?
or go back where it came?

How come you don't remember
those sweet sun beams?

How come you can't enter
the darkest of dreams?

What happens to dreams
once you awake?
Where do they go to?
Will they ever return?

Close your eyes to reality
just for now
open them into your soul
look deeper inside yourself,
believe...
see the truth
hold onto your imagination
join me
hold my hand
let us walk into the distance
the strange beauty of tomorrow,
today,
and yesterday
find yourself
focus
open your mind
let out all of the nonsense
let your heart take the wheel
cut the line of gravity
float...
Close your eyes
see the world beyond this one
see silence
see truth
see me
see you...

stuck in your throat
aching in the head
caught in your stomach
heavy in your heart

People have always said that
a good cry always makes you feel
better
but to me its a painful process
before you get to the healing

first when the tears are just slowing down
you still feel that pain in your throat
it feels like a spiky metal ball
has just been shoved down your throat
then you get a headache
and you feel as if you are going to
pass out
thats when you lay down
on your bed
and
cry
some
more

Unfortunately that is not the end
for then your eyes turn red
and your face is wet
and shimmers in the light

it ***** the most
when you have to go into public
with snot hanging out of your nose
and the essence of crying around you

But really truly
when the pain goes away
isn't after someone gives you a hug
a hug can heal most of everything
even the worst cries of all
and when you are surrounded by the warmth of
a forgiving hug
that is the medicine
of the after feeling
of crying

Those fantasies that thrill you
the blush burns on your face
only when the reality hits you
and the feeling fades away

You could wish upon a thousand stars
except the chance is one in a million

if only it was as easy as a dream
if only it was reality
not just a stupid fantasy

I lead myself
through hard times.
I help myself
through the holes in life's path.
I make my own choices
for what is best for me.
I am my own leader
I am not afraid.

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.

The stars stare down on me
millions of beautiful gems
there in what seems like an arm length away

When I look at the stars
I see bright ones
semi bright ones
and the ones that are quite dim
but then I think
what if those dim stars weren't there
what if it was just those few
bright and semi bright stars
the sky would't be as beautiful
it would plain

when I look at the sky
I see
the dim stars
supporting the other stars
the dim stars are just as important
thats what makes the skies in a small town
so amazing
astounding
breathtaking
remarkable

It's as if you yourself are apart of the
sky
It's as if
you are a star
with those millions and millions of stars
that work together
to make a masterpiece

Vivid Pictures surround my dream's plot
Colors, songs, images are so clear
animals have a voice
they speak in a foreign language
but the language is so charming
plants are abstract
and flowers are unthinkable
the water is sweet
the birds song is heart lifting
I wish I could stay here forever.

Tall people
short people
black people
white

strange people
funny people
loose people
tight

noisy people
crazy people
do it all alone people

up people
down people
throw it all around people

here people
there people
I don't really care people

Happy people
sad people
creating a new fad people

people in America
people in Japan
People in Mexico
there's people all around

Hey people
stay people
listen to me now

hold onto your heart people
and maybe you can fly

A true friend will tell you the truth
even if it hurts
A true friend listens to your problems
and helps you resolve it
A true friend gives you a hug when your sad
and helps you up when you are down
A true friend tells you how to do better when you make a mistake
and their advice always works
A true friend will always love you no matter how many mistakes you make
and will always help you out
A true friend will doubt your ideas
but always follows through with them
A true friend understands your pain
and helps you get through
A true friend will laugh at your jokes even when their not funny
so that you don't feel bad
A true friend messes with your brain
it makes them laugh when you don't understand
A true friend trips you laughs helps you up trips you again
and keeps on laughing
A true friend will always care about you
that's what true friends are for.

Brushstrokes across the sky
making the colors
the clouds
dabbing colorful flowers
smearing the river patterns
the flowing grass matched with a soft green color
the tree's leaves had a fluttery feeling
the texture of a painting
is actually reality

It's staring at me
scheming how it can anger me further
what does it want?
It then shuts down
and I loose everything  was working on
Why am I typing on it right now?
because I must work it out of it's schemes
Computers ARE EVIL
If you didn't know it you do now
they are evil and will loose all of your stuff.
WHY!!!!!!!!

leave me alone
stop making a fool of me.

EVIL I SAY EVIL!!!!!!!

killing isn't It, whaT is?
ending an old begInning
fallIing down a bottomleSs hole
talks of a new start
overturn the old

what is it if it is not kilLing?
a name
a game
a way Of life
death beyOnd the thousands
believing iS not right
feelIngs are crushed
uNder a specular light
practice may make perfect
but perfection isn't real
you may be the best
but there is always a better

cut the resolution
scraped in anythinG else
Die under my nAme
oR don't die at all
fill my missing blanK
and if kilLing isn't what is?
the message is in the capitOl
stop, think, liVe, find out, tEll me please.
think you can figure it out?

When lies make it better
but make it burn worse

when friendship denies you
true comfort and safe

Where trust is planted
doesn't always make the flower grow

compassion and belief
shrink and die beneath the snow

defeat controls you
and that final feeling of loss

the dryness of feelings
too dry for tears

heaviness of heart
ache in mind

what would you do?
when you loose your step?

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

My brain is blocked
I can't seem to think
words feel so choppy
thoughts are unbalanced

I hate this feeling
with an angry passion
I hate the cloudy,
scrambled,
mixed feeling I get
when my mind is blocked
from the flow
the flow that I get whenever
I write
or sing
or play the guitar
now I am in the feeling
and I can't get out! :*(

Elle sourit au soleil
elle chante avec les oiseaux
elle danse dans le matin
et elle dort la nuit
la fleur donne de l'amour dans le monde
La fleur donne de l'amour dans moi  

translation


It smiles to the sun
It sings with the birds
It dances in the morning
and it sleeps at night
the flower gives love to the world
the flower gives love to me

I am led through a journey within
Take me to the place of which my heart leads me to.
I am alone, I am claimed by my soul, and I am separated from my common sense. Aloft, I feel braver.

In the shadows she is strong
but the sunlight hides her truth
She blooms in the winter
but scurries from the spring
knowledge of faith
doors to freedom
further they open
for her to just walk through
but yet she stays
watching it open and close
like the talking mouths of people
who come to see her
then leave
She is the girl who is
the one who holds her own
she doesn't want the search light to shine one her
or the ocean of change to move her
she is contempt
yet yearning more
afraid to just reach out and grab it

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.

You ask me what my favorite color is
you'd think it's a simple question
but it is like asking
what college you want to go to
when your only 13
But to answer your question
I have to say
every color is my favorite
There's colors out there that I haven't heard of
Colors that no one Knows
colors so random like "razzmatazz" or " sunset orange"
you get what I mean
so next time you ask what my favorite color is
remember how many colors there are
and that I don't answer those questions
what's your favorite color?

There is a world
further out into space
where people who imagine
are respected
people who can see colored pictures
are blessed
the Imaginers
there are some in every planet
we unite through dream
we connect through our thoughts
we become one with each other
possibly meeting in the next world
the next life

we are all connected
some may not see
that we all share this fantasy
to imagine a world together
different from normal or regular
even though that does not exist

Imaginers express themselves
through art, writing, song
colors, words, writing, and almost every art, science, or study
but not every artist, writer, musician
is a Imaginer
only those who believe
those who don't accept
those who question
those independent old souls
who reach out to others to convince
My fellow Imaginers
Reach out
feel me
don't step down
be powerful!

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 ******.

The idea always seemed absurd
yet now it seems so grand

is it love?
or is it something else?

It leaves tingles from head to toe
like it never has before

Is it love?
or am I not imagining it so?

A first love
can it be
or is it just my head

a feeling deep down
feels an unexplainable way

I could be wrong
fooled by lust
wanting this for too long
giving in to much trust

I just don't know
it's like no other
like something spoke
and I finally listened

reach out now
hands of love
bathe me in your kind touch

then hold me tight
and lead me forward
and never let go without a fight

I feel you know
as I fall
into something way to new
and your warmth gives me
something more
than anything I could expect

so is it love?
or is it not?
tell me please?
what I have sought

The wind whipped back my hair
as me and my buck-skin quarter horse
walked across the dry plain
no sight of reality
just me, the horse, and the plain
the sunsets vibrant colors were hidden by the shattering clouds
One Indians paintbrush rested in the endless field
I imagined an old ghost town as I rode through emptiness
wagons passing through a busy road
horses ******* to hitching post
some men rolling out of a bar
Girls in giant dresses walking with their guys
Cowboys with their big shiny pistols
talking and laughing
but this was all stolen away
by a new revolution
I'm only reminded by imaginations of finding it
I look and see the ghost of an old time sheriff
with a big ol hat
sitting in a rocking chair
just waiting for some one to break the law
this town wasn't for fancy business men
or ****** rich girls
this was for the tough
the enduring
those who can ride a horse
punch a man
shoot a gun
rely on themselves
rope a cow
and do some ***** work
those who can drink a shot of whiskey
without coughing or choking
but those days are now gone
lost in the dust that is blown in my face
but the memories remain
the ghost's remain
that is what the revolution couldn't steal.

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?

alarm starts beeping
I groan with great exhaustion
slowly getting up

I walk down an endless beach
my feet sink into the soft wet sand
the sun is just rising
another day has started
waves creep to my feet
and touch me gently
like a mother slipping their fingers down your back
Silence fills me and gives me hope
just like the rising sun

as I sit down to watch the ocean
and the sun
I smell sea salt
and I feel the cool breeze in my hair.

I sit there for what seems like a long while
but I am lost in time
all that is left on earth is me
the sun
the sand
and the ocean.

Each note is another breath
each chord is another day
every beat in a rhythm is another beat in my heart
Every measure is an angels touch
each song is a trip to heaven
and the instruments are far off dreams
Music has a greater affect on those who feel it deep down
don't think
stop talking
listen to my life
my love
music...

I doubted myself, I am sad to say
I went against all I was for
I judged myself from the outside
and forgot about the importance of the insides
I doubted myself and I can't believe I did
I am so much better then that

after I realized I had doubted myself
I came to see that I have been so worried
about what others think of me
and I regret it I do
I am who I want to be
no one can change that
no one can tell me what I should be
or what I should look like
because if you want to be on my good side
you're going to have to like
who I am
not what I look like

I doubted myself
and I couldn't sleep last night
because I did something
that I shouldn't have ever done

I am fortunate
and I don't need to worry

I doubted myself
I can't get it out of my head
and it stings like bees in a frenzy

I
doubted
myself
:*(

A thousand broken hearts
will break a thousand more
love will become a sin
and life will be a chore

A thousand broken hearts
can break a thousand more
if you don't watch your back
you might loose the war

A thousand broken hearts
may be prevented
If we are not careful
our hearts may be dented

A thousand broken hearts
may break a thousand more
if that is the future you want
your heart was made poor

It stares at me
it's wide screen
what does it want from me?
What did I do?
I'm not that bad
but yet it stares
and haunts me
like it is expecting me to
disappear under it's evil stare
I think I'll stick to a pen and paper for now.

Oh Goldy, honey, shush now
close your eyes
fall asleep
your cries are heard off the canyon walls
the first white child born in Hells Canyon

Sleep now, in the ground
your history is washed away by the rain
very few memories are remembered
Disappear with each of the years
shush now Goldy
Close your eyes.

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.

Through the battered eyes
The pain is visible
the tears of children
who don't understand
truth is melting away
slowly drip by drop

Into the deafening ears
the old men moan
the infants screech
the families sob
the music goes faint
drying out with the years

Under the calloused fingers
the ground is to dry for agriculture
money is passed away
the feeling of another hand in yours is absent
freedom has been taken from our weak grasp
it is no longer in our control

The love left in our swollen hearts
is too small to share
for some, it is all gone
luckily reality isn't as bad as this
but this could be the future
let's not let that happen!

Long sunny days
starlit nights
calming sunrises
vibrant sunsets

cold, refreshing water
smooth in the morning
rough in the wind
reflecting the silver moon

Dense forest
Long empty trails
berry's of sweet taste
animals eating the shrubs

Dancing fires
laughs shared
in the moment
no worries

my dreams of summer
return once again