Compared to a lot of things around me.
I come from a different world, a world within their world.
A third world.
I come from struggles
From contentment
Wonky neighbors, communities, and families.

I’m a result of conflicts.
Of trivial desires and strong feelings.
                            Of a moment.

I originate from peaceful sights on Golden Beach
From bustling streets with peculiar smells
Sweltering summers and rain invested winters
I originate from Red, White and Blue.
                     From the lone star.

I am the effect of hard work.
Of a fighter
A single mother.
The repercussion of strict rules.
Respect branded in me
Obedience molds my body.

I am an original stereotype, insanely mindful.
I strive to forge new roads.
I am conventionally unconventional
I walk the unpaved jungle lighting my own way.

No matter where I go
There’s one thing I’ll always for sure know

I come from  a different world.
A world within their world, a third world.

I will  always have arms to return.
A culture that is my own.
A sense of self that is me.

I am a dreamer and a wonderer
I wonder about the future, always coming but never reaching
I hear nothing as I sit silently waiting
The future growing nearer and nearer
I see my dreams in my hands, but always escaping
I want to know what I am to be, and to do
For I am a dreamer and a wonderer

I pretend to know, to feel, to see it
I feel lost, don’t know who I am, like a nameless ship
I  touch the world, people, myself yet
I worry, will I be remembered, be loved
I cry for the future, wondering what’s to come
For I am a dreamer and a wonderer

I try to rush, to grow up faster than time permits
I understand the wait,
Time is masterless
I say only time will tell, still
I dream of the future grasping for it
for I am a dreamer and a wonderer

When people say that life is full of surprises I thought I knew what they meant
Like instead of getting that new bike you get a scooter whose handle is bent
Or instead of marrying your high school crush you spend the rest of your days with you best friend.
Yeah he figured they meant just simple things like that.

But life is full of surprises
Ones that turns over your life
That changes
Everything

Life changes as fast as the tides
Something you struggle just to stay afloat instead of enjoying the ride
For years he struggled to stay afloat.
His mother once told him she will try her best to support whatever he handed his heart.
He was way ahead in planning for the future. He would have a wife whose presence would always put a smile on his face despite his day. He would have four kids just as his mother and father.
If he had done Lady Luck enough favors one of those sets would be twins. Two boys two girls, the perfect family for him.

But life is full of surprises
Ones that blind and *******
That changes
Everything

His small world was colored red. His favorite color, one he knew how to handle it. His love, whomever she was would come to him in the brightest of red, a crimson goddess at dusk.
His world was bathed in red and he loved it.

But life is full of surprises
Tumbling and shifting  tides
That changes
Everything

His eyes that only saw a familiar red now also saw an impeding menacing blue.
A blue whose existence only brought calamity
Whose existence he shunned and tried to bury; yet the more he tried the wilder it got.
It crept from his left eye up to his left brain even down to his left toes.
His world no longer painted only in his beloved red. Now he saw two sides to the world. His little world now had unexplored areas.

He thought they just meant simple things

But his life was no longer simple
He was taught that we should live with red
The red of the only son of God that was spilled.
But his red was tainted.
Confused and scared he prayed
Night after night
Hoping for his world to be purified
Weeks after weeks he prayed
Asking to rid himself of the impure blue
Months after months
He cried for a solution, a sign for who he should be
Years after years, his tears joined leagues with the Nile.
His blue was a sin he could not rid himself of.
His blue was a sin that made him the father's son
A sin that drew them together.
Again he prayed for a sign that he would still be accepted. With his blue and all.

Life is full of surprises
Ones that turns your world over
One that unknowingly
Reveal  who you are.

Surprises you can’t hide nor run from
Yes we are to live with red that he spilled for us, but we can also live with the blue that dripped down his mournful face.

The blue that was shed for him to come back when he drifted away.
His decision justified by the sign
The sign that has given him the courage to open his heart to the blue.
To his blue world.

He lives in a world bathed in red and blue, one world two sides
A world he has yet to share.
Whose secrets he has yet to uncover.
A world that doesn't give his heart a chance to rest.

He knows life is full of surprises
Ones that make you rethink how well you know yourself
Ones that bring storms
But after every storm there's a rainbow.

He learned to love whatever his tie dyed world throws at him.
His dreams still the same
Only difference are the characters who will be cast.
So he asked his mother once more
“Would truly love Whatever I give my heart to?”

I am an Ink pen
In the guidance of someone skilled I can create amazing things
Solve difficult problems, even make the future.
My hard work, blood sweat and tears roll on the paper
Whatever I do will leave a mark.
I strive to make bold lines and make it easy writing for the hands that push me in the right directions.
I am an Ink pen that can erase.
My mistakes will leave a mark, but I won’t let them take up anymore room on my page.
I leave marks that could stand the tests of time, but with just a thought make them unknown
I am an Ink pen
I write to be read and heard not to please.
I will write a piece that’ll last through time etched in this small piece of paper I am given.

Uno, yes uno, just one. One winner that is.

The game where fathers condemn their daughters to draw fours without mercy, and mothers just skip their sons.

The game where friends and foes change as swiftly as Hermes carries around bustling news to the gods.

Oh how I love the game. There’s no such thing as a civil round of uno. No matter how hard you try, you will turn in your spoon and tea cup for draws and skips. Where reds frequently fall.

Colors will trap you in their endless loops, unless you have the number to set you free.

Yes uno, just one. One winner there’ll be.

Man always lie

They question themselves why

They try to have good intention

But it’s always selfish might I mention

Man does it for him self

A man that speaks only the truth is as real as an elf.

But why do they lie

Some do it just to get by

Lying make the world go round

There are lies by which we are bound

Little white lies paint the mural of our life

Lies lead us to have amongst ourselves strife

I say lying is bad

If you don’t listen to me I won’t be sad

For I too am a human

In my words lies are mixed within

They say the truth will set you free

Is that too a lie? you’ll just have to see