never have i felt such a contented bliss
than to feel the quiet in a world such as this

to pack my belongings within my mind
and travel the world with such wonders to find

to journey across both space and time
to live in a world that is simply mine

never has such a love unfurled
within the pages of another world

I throw stones
at the ancient brick
just to pass the time

Pretending these
shadows are my friends
dancing along
parking space lines

The air is stale
smelling of gasoline and
cheap perfume
I'm throwing stones
while thinking of you

What will you become?
A question I heard when
I was younger
I wish to change
my response
now that I'm older

I wish to become
human in a world
designed to make me
feel small

Stand tall in  
time and space
and never again
listen to
anyone at
all

Swiftly the lungs expand,
filled
         with
                 air
                     of resistance.
Stand ready to succeed!
A death sentence
is
   a
     guess.
It
is
    an
        estimation.
God alone knows truth.
It is His will that decides.
Some days are better
                      than others.
Like an adventure
where
          we
              never
                       know
the end results.
Regardless of the day,
it
   is
     the
          only
                one
                      to
                         have.
Jesus taught us to
live for today,
to
   leave
          yesterday
                      behind.
To ignore
             the
                 worries
                      of tomorrow.
Each day has its own concerns.
Enough to occupy the thoughts.
I will
       stay
            focused
                        on the
                                 gifts
                                      of today.
Thank you Lord,
                       for the gift of life.
And
      if
        this
              is
                 my
                      last
                           day,
so be it. I end with the
                                     peace
                                             to be
                                                found
only in the comfort of God's love.

Child,
keep your brain pure and clean.
Please,
don't fall with society.
Lust has taken over,
innocence is fading.
These people,
they have stopped caring
about everything.
A value no longer seen.
everyone has done something
even me.
Which is why you,
the innocent
are our last hope.
Keep your values strong.
Never forget how to see light,
even though earth is shrouded in darkness.
Keep everything special.
Love everything
hate nothing.
darkness is everywhere
but you must keep things bright
Innocence
a word lost in time.
Advancement in the wicked
takes over the good
and darkness begins to appear.
Child,
do not be afraid
this world is just plain ****.
But you live here too.
Make this ****** world
become your paradise.
Stay innocent
stay,
just stay
*innocent

When you look in my eyes, what do you see?
Do you see my pain
the fire I felt in my muscles?
Do you see the billions of tears
that had ran a marathon across my cheeks.
When looking into my eyes,
do you see my desire
for revenge
Do you see past my eyes, and into my soul,
my restless spirit?
Do you see my wounds
that still linger beneath my scars?
In my eyes, do you see my love?
Do you see my passion for loyalty?
My deep desire to be loved?
In my eyes,
do you see my confusion
my curiosity for everything
In my eyes,
can you see that I have been in pain.
The kind of pain that is worse than physical pain.
the "****" in my eyes.
The disappointment
the failure.
*my eyes hold a lot of secrets

Detached from ripples swaying
in the harmonious space of self.

Tasting the quiet, with only
an inaudible sense of deferential
nothing. I tiptoe fondly
into the gardens where
grows the leaves
of other times.

Like a lullaby without words,
I'm taken here and there,
in many and all kinds of
situations. Teasing
sighs from benign
retrospective
endearments
insist on
understanding.

"Wrap me in your arms,
oh delicious memories",
This I proclaim in
honest wonder.

Every second lived
is one more step
in strong direction.
Familiar guises
prodding and guiding
the footsteps
of release.

I am concerned
only with empty
pockets and lint
left like
photographs
of times both
then and now.

So to new days
and impressive
meanderings
do I linger,
ever glad.

tis a fine line
between darkness and sunshine
when youre in the shadows

Everybody is waiting.
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the sun
waiting for family.
I am waiting, too
waiting to get away,
to finally live happy,
have no fear,
and to be who I was always meant to be.
I am waiting to be loved,
loved like no one ever has.
I am waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity to break free,
and tell him how I really feel
I am waiting for the wind,
the wind to take me away,
and to take me somewhere free
I am waiting,
what are you waiting for?