The depthness of the soul manages to reach
A richness that breathes something good.
That is when the hurt seems to run away.

The soul must just constantly quiet the mind.
Quiet, quiet - my shield. Everything is alright.
You must stop pestering the heart for you are not being rational
And that is driving the heart to dysfunction beyond repair.

Take my pain up to the heavens above and let it flee to nonexistence.
Place the coldness of my thoughts.
How have we all come to this point where we all are full of pain.

Crying only seems to relieve the hurt
But the depthness of the crisis is only widening.

Sometimes separation and isolation
Is the best strategy for a stronger resolution
To such matters as the ruptured, wounded heart.

There is no reconciliation between
What has happened and what it no longer is.
Stepping out of the soul is the only way.

There are many constraints that are beyond our control.
They often fight to define the boundaries that we are able to overcome.
However, it is our experiment with our lives to figure out how to resist.

We are not powerless even though we have no power.
We are not losing just because we are lost.
Our will to affront the usurpers of our life’s freedom is our own weapon.

We must have the conviction to overcome the norms of definition
That fight to establish who we are and where we fall within our own societies.

We must not succumb to the norms of definition
Of a Hispanic, a first generation American, an urban denizen,
A middle class or on the verge of poverty individual, a minority, or a foreigner.

We must find a way to resist even if it leads to our end.

A lost love incapable of being found
****** into air, rain is washing it away

Chained to a world of final fantasy
Reality is mad trying to liberate it

To dispel love of this world
Sourcing all the happiness
From a vessel that is destined to be full

Life is scaring it away
Every time only capturing an essence
But losing its lasting presence

Errors constructed by fears of emotions
One which will take you
To the depths of the ocean
Where love has shed its skin
And taken on a new beginning

Falling down fast to the surface of the heart
Love is searching through the darkness

The bottom of the ocean tries
To will its pressure to shatter its quest

But love has friends
The journey never ends

Twirling the world
Glass hearts shattering

Tears as brutal as bullets
Down to the ground, thundering

Wounds hungering
For pain and suffering

Armored boys and girls warring
Adults, too afraid, we're cowering
Faltering, the future is wavering

Water colors merely disappearing
Only mud drooping, and smearing
As we watch it engulf our mired territory

Towers, flowers, showers.
Make me, take me, create me.
Don't drop me, crop me, don't stop me.
Sense me, chase me, trace me.
With your eyes, hold me, never let me go.

Towers, flowers, showers.
Sure you, lure me, cure me.
Grip me, don't trip me, drip in me.
The fragrance of dew crawling up the walls.

Towers, flowers, showers.
Fill me, will me, don't shrill me.
To view the beauty of the world.

Young boy.
Till the sun's down.
There's no time to weep.
Love will come around.
Troubled heart let beauty seep in.

Cute boy.
Stop feeling insecure.
The world loves you.
But they can't tell if you don't smile.
Follow happiness even, through tough times.

Good boy.
You've done nothing wrong.
Lift up those eyes and seek
Adventure through the wilderness.
Let your own guilt fade away.

Strong boy.
Stop being so afraid.
Just when you feel too weak.
An arm will be there to keep you up.
Take your share and be
The stronghold you know you are.

Sweet boy.
Don't let troubles passing your eyes sour your words.
Grab it, run with it, cherish it, and share it.
Show it to everyone, don't hide your love.

Young boy.
Till the sun's down.
There's no time to weep.
Love will come around.
Just hold on tightly for the ride.