she was a brown-skinned girl,
who was trapped in this world
struggiling with idenity,
she couldn't find any serenity,
she no longer had dignity,
she was too white to be black,
as people told her and laughed,
she was too black to be white,
this was now turning into a
fight/
between her and idenity,
she needed to find serenity
so finally in may, she woke
up one day and decided to be
g r e y.

G r e y [gray]
of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or an overcast sky.

but little did she know
that her skin colour
didn't define her
for it was the art in
her heart that did.

Time:
A manifestation methodically erasing our brief moments together.
Gravity:
A force we abandoned to prolong our brief moments together,
and exist eternally outside of the manifested confines of time.

winter walks with him
death smiled at him
the king of ruins
masquerading like Satan
he speaks acrid language
intense and vile
jolts wildness with each step
runs on hatred boulevard
he feeds on venom
a cold blooded serpent
heinous as hell
a heart of stone

You came in like a hurricane
I always
feared the destruction
And now
In the aftermath
I am left
with the salvages
Scars
spelling out your name
On every crevice of my skin
Warning those
Who dare to stop by
You came in like a hurricane ,my love
And you swept away
With the whirlwind
Of your words
My fragile heart

Good Morning Friends! Many Blessings and Prayers to you all.

Last night was not a good one for sleep for me. The near constant process of endless thoughts had most of it's way. So am working on 2 1/2 hours again and for the 3rd night. UGH!!

However, last night was really filled with missing close friends, and those who I have lost. I guess it was triggered by the passing of already TOO MANY celebrities in such short time. These Masters of arts all held a meaning in some way to cherished moments in my life. They were triggers to fond moments, although the circumstances of their passing isn't joyful.

A funny thing though about the lack of sleep last night. For all the worries, tragedies, memories, and feelings I had, this mornings word from His Holiness Dalai Lama below, changed how it could've turned out today. I am still more out of it than a Koala in a Eucalyptus Tree, but am good.

Life is precious, can be good, and deciding what type memories we hold, and thoughts we use daily, makes the difference. For me it will be a work in progress, but something to try to achieve. Yes, I will always miss loved ones, both here and gone, but my Love and Thoughts of how happy you all make me, gives me Faith and Hope!

Have a Great day of Strength, Wisdom, True Prosperity, and Faith of your own!!

Mucho Love ~Jose
Copyright © Jose Gonzalez2016

Dalai Lama:

I often ask myself what is the purpose of our lives and I conclude that life's purpose is to be happy. We have no guarantee what will happen in the future, but we live in hope. That's what keeps us going.