I do not like to explain my clothing, I like it to be extraordinary. Shocking and bold suits me just fine. I must confess that I like to be noticed. My comfort zone is what ever I feel that day. I try not to stay in a little box, I want to be an expression of who I think I am, not who you think I should be. I will not be defined by social norms, I will live my life open and free. So you may think I am radical, well aren't we all at times. Just do no harm to another and you will be just fine. Wanting to be different, should not be a crime, at least I think it isn't. If it is then I should get that law changed, it just isn't right you see. So I will color with my own Crayons, I have 64 in my box. The colors are so diverse, there can be no accusations of non-inclusion. So I will go out and enjoy the sun or wear vibrant colors as I dance in the rain. I will fill my life with rainbows and unicorns no matter how ridiculous it seems to others. Embracing what the day brings and killing negative thoughts with a warm smile, I will be the ray of sunshine in a room full of dark clouds, I will always live outside of the lines others have painted for me.

Many battles must be fought and many must fall. Ideas are pushed and can mature into violence. At the end of the terrible rampage, there is always a victor, though the cost of the victory might be too high to count.Time takes away the memory of the carnage, and those who failed before will always bring forth their failed ideas in a new philosophy. Human mortality is but a flicker of light in the vast span of infinite time. What we call written history is but a shadow of past things. People die off and memories fade as the veil of time glosses over the past troubles with a mist of forgetfulness. Only truth survives the white washing of facts. Despite the best efforts of those who failed before, their actions will again bear out the fruit of their lies and the truth will once again prevail,but at what cost that we will forget in a generation or two?

On your way to wherever, I was sitting slumped on the sidewalk with a sign saying please help me. As you drove down the street I was playing in front of a run-down house with tattered clothes and no shoes but a joyful heart none the less. As you watched the evening news, I was shaking and sick wrapped in a cheap silver blanket while you ate dinner. As you got dressed up to go out to eat and have fun with your friends, I was crossing the street with a cane trying to get back home we just a few cans of food. While you were laying in a hammock in your front yard wondering about the things that people consider, I was crying next door as my father beat me with a belt because he had no one else to take his frustrations out on. I am everywhere and I am every person. I am every opportunity that you have to make a difference, did you see me?

Wires shine like Diamonds in the sun. Taught lines that rise to the heavens, like a mystic bridge to eternity. A miracle of ingenuity, a space elevator from science fiction to science fact. Nations rise up from the dust as vast stores of wealth descend from the sky. Blasting rock has gone silent and poison no longer fills our lakes and streams. Satellites dot the earth as children go to school with others from places far away. Each class has a different teacher that brings unique ideas together to tear down the walls of prejudice and ignorance in young minds.  Forest now rise up where urban sprawl once took up the landscape. People no longer live in prisons of poverty, but borders have been opened and cities now sit deep in the clear blue seas and on the cool white surface of the moon. The air is clean and the sun brings warmth to all who use it's endless light and power. When we take a few moments to set aside our differences and set ourselves free, it will be amazing to find what is truly possible.

Speak boldly and do not back down. Go into the prisons and hospitals to the forgotten and those who despair. Bring compassion and mercy as you join others to advocate. Be the voice to the helpless and the hopeless. Walk for those who cannot. Claw at the door and pull down the strong holds of indifference. Bring strength and determination to the fight. Pick up those who are wounded and carry them with you. Lift up the causes with charity and Thanksgiving. Be the voice for all who cannot be heard.

Hear the sound of shop doors opening, and smell the fresh baked bread. Feel the smooth cobblestones beneath your bear feet as you hear an Italin morning begin. Sit on the beach and watch the Green water roll in with white surf. Sip on a chilled Coconut drink as the sun sets while warm tropical breezes filled with scent of exotic flowers envelops you. Ride across a Dusty Savannah with a camera and binoculars in hand. Pour cold water over your face and wipe away the grit of the sand. Sit quietly in the back of a Jeep and watch a lion pride at play. Take some once-in-a-lifetime photos, as they lay quietly under the shade of an ancient tree finding relief from the heat of the day. Hear the twang of banjo music, and walk along some old creaky boards. Step back a hundred years as you find odds and ends in an old General Store. Look above a small country town as clouds encircle mountain peaks. Listen to a couple of Old-Timers tell tall tales as a old dog and young children sit at their feet. Have a mason jar full of White Whiskey as you sit in an old rocking chair. Soak up the history of a place that seems forgotten, but where the people are friendly and still show they care. Take time out of your life to go out and visit the world. Don't simply hide in your personal shell, bring some of what others have to offer back with you and leave a part of yourself behind. Enrich your self and others lives with new experiences, that you might not otherwise find.

The smell of fresh cut grass and the boys of summer have been a staple of America for generations. Popcorn, hot dogs and the seventh inning stretch defined a part of who we are. No longer does this enamor us, as editorial games of political intrigue have come to center stage. The 3/2 pitch has been replaced with the political sound bite. The crack of an Ash wood bat has been over taken by the sound of a judges gavel. We have gone from watching The Lazy Days of summer pass quietly, too political Carnage that we watch Daily. With the 24/7 news cycle, once Monumental Heroes only receive a few seconds in the day. Unless they're caught in a drunken stupor or have made an unwanted *** tape. innocence has been taken away, and the old Skipper with his hat pulled down has been replaced by teams of lawyer, that argue the will of the people to the ground. So will we ever return to a simpler time, or will we continue to drown in the political mire. When did America's innocent pass time, give way to this political nightmare?