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

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.

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

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.

How can something so normal
disturb one so much

voices of the past ring truth
***** lies one avoids
but knows deep down

Mind aching of annoyance
shallow words that sink in
no more mask to hide behind
for that secret is now known

What is the reality of the norm
when what was once normal is no longer

when that flower of innocence dies
and in its place grows disappointment
with a hidden droplet of relief
it's not hard to know what you have found

but to those surprised eyes
one me seek that faint light
that reminds of the time
one was once
just
like
that

and it pulls and it pries
the regret that hangs low
but this strange goodness
this grateful feeling
to know the winds of change
have come your way

"I am one tiny fish
in this giant pond-the ocean"
Oscar from Shark Tale

The world is huge if you think about it
I am one person among about 6,893,300,000 other people
How can I be heard?
What do I have to do to be noticed?

I want to make a difference
but there is so many fricken people
I HAVE to get their attention
I HAVE to help them out

But I am like a tiny fish in this HUGE pond
I've got to swim to the top.

He did not bite
He did not bark
he would look into your eyes like a polite greeting
he wagged his tail
he sat up strait
he had manners that no dog could beat
He loved his toys
could fit about five in his mouth
He jumped of the docks
up at the lake
he'd follow the small fish
thinking he could catch one
he'd lay by your side
a true guardian
the one dog
who could be a human
he felt what you felt
new if you were sad
but never gave up a challenge
especially when it had to do with toys
no one couldn't like him
a saint
in the form of a dog
everyone loved him
he was a likable dog
and he would always be by your side
a loyal soul
no dog could be more human
than Bodie, the best dog
I loved him like family
he was my best friend.

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!

Through my maze of complex thoughts
I have thought about life
as simple
or complicated it may seem

Many have their strong opinions
I don't mind listening
as long as your heart is really
were it's suppose to be

I don't mind remembering
what you have
to say

I don't mind holding on
what was hard
to let go

so maybe you might think
with me

Maybe you might
just might walk with me
through my maze
of thoughts

Walk with me
through thoughts of life
and consider
just for a moment
what its like

and I don't mind considering
along with you

oh I don't mind falling
into your thoughts

as long as I can see
the thoughts myself.

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.

Time is blown away by the wind
It has no relevance to me and my writing
it does not matter
not now
I am in no rush
just me on a rock writing
time is long gone...

You say you want to be a writer
you say you don't know how to write
you say that every poem you finish
ends up being crap

you ask me how I write
you ask me to help you
you ask me how it all works
you ask me how it's suppose to be

Well, I can't tell you
how to write
or what to write about

I can't tell you
how it works
or how it's suppose to be

But I can tell you
A writer is anyone
who shows a little part of themselves
in their words

Now you may not be good at writing
but I assure you if you keep writing
you will not only show who you are
through your words
but you will find yourself
little by little
word by word

to shorten it down for you
to be a writer
you must write

She was 16
when it started

and barely out of college
when it won

She was young
too young

She was brave
braver that most

She lived
a short life

I cry for her

I pray for her

I hold her hand

The bison spirits mend our soul,
the shy breeze blows breath into us,
wolves lonely howl fills our strength, t
he smoke's strong sent patches our beaten minds,
the gentle grass relieves our sore feet,
the rain washes our wounded dreams,
the thunder trains our scratched voices to chant,
the sun clears our fogged eyes,
the river cleanses our clouded memory,
the tree's shade gives back our rest,
the pounding waterfall returns our pride!
We are the children of the earth,
the lovers of the spirits,
let nature heal us,
under the gods turquoise sky!

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

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.

I am not an object in a vending machine
I am not a price to be paid
I am not a button to be pressed
I am not what you'd think I am
I am way more!

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.

Fighting in an endless war
people killing, too much gore
love is dieing in the hands of choices
pain is spreading through young minds
this war is not just hurting them
but hurting me
I wish I could end this war
but I would need a lot of help
would you help me?

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

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.

What will you do when it's your last day on planet earth?
if you know tomorrow the world will be the end of the world.
I would pick up my guitar and blast the world into song,
or do something no ones ever done.
This world might end
what do you think?
do you believe?

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?

Who is she?
she is an inspiration.
She is committed to what she does
and loves every part of her life
A friend that I will never forget
By my side smiling
Living life and trying
She's the girl who is quiet but loud
Laughing in the summer sun
never wanting to get old
just wanting to live in the moment
"Who is she?" you may ask
She is a friend I will always cherish.

Who said life isn't worth living?

Who said hope isn't reliable?

Who said knowledge is useless?

Who said peace is impossible?

Who said love is not stable?

Who would say these things?
Because I promise it was not me.

Love
I hear it is so great
I hear it is the best thing in the world
I hear that it is a blessing
A saint…
Why can’t I find it?
I see love everywhere I look
I see it all around
If it is so abundant
Why can’t I find it?
I feel the desire to meet him
I dream about him all the time
I dream that he is mine
Why can’t I find him?

I've heard before that each end is a new beginning.
But with the history that has added up
in this aging world.
Will the end be the start
when we fade away?

Will the world start over?
Or will it be ended too?
We will not know
because we will be gone.

If we respected the world.
Like the Native Americans.
than the end would be far from here.
There would still be history to make
and promises to keep.
There would still be
the young ones to create a hopefully brighter future.



"Love the land like god loves you
because this we know there is only
one God and no man be he red man or
white man can stand alone
because we're brothers after all."
-Chief Seattle, 1854

When I write a poem I let my
words
make their
pattern
I give them a freedom
because they are a gift
to me
if I did not have
words
I could not write poetry
or songs
No one realizes
how
important
words are
they are the structure of
writing.
But there is some things
that words can not do
like explain a beauty deeply
words also have limits
not
every-
thing is a word
like oboligiopity
or
capontiolifondise
sorry if this bemuses you
it's just the way I think.

Clouds overhead and people do not talk
ever since the incident
Investigators try to understand what happened
but no one will say a thing
What investigators don't understand
is that this incident has ripped from the people's soul
the color has faded in the land of Xulusalntas.
I remember the times when the colors were grand
and the people were nice
the arts were known well
but ever since the incident
everything has changed
in the land of Xolusalantas.

You are the only one
who can be you
no one else can be just like you
You are who you are
don't try to be someone else
because then there would be no one
to be you

Hah, you think you know
you think you can
you think you can pull me to the ground

You try to rip me
limb from limb
you try to split me
mind to heart

I will not take this
I will not fall
I will find who I am
without your talk

I need to put this to an end
this constant pulling
you are obviously not my friend

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

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.