Jesus , loves the hurting, the angry, the has been .
The runners, the hiders, the ones that stands out.
He loves the addict, the speeders, the deceivers.
The players, the user, the controller as well.
He loves the merciful, the giver, and the obedient.
For he loves everyone , even the ones that no one else does.
For he created each of us, in his perfect image .
But the world has gotten a hold of us and change us.
But in the very beginning we created after him.
So it's not too late to run back to him, our Creator.

You were a breath of fresh air.

I took you in deeply;
got lost in the sensations that you gave:
happiness,
relaxation,
serenity.

You cleansed my thoughts of every unclean feeling,
and I wanted to hold on to you forever--
but all you wished for was to leave.
All you yearned for was to be free.

You were a breath of fresh air.

And now,
it's time for me to exhale.

I will never forget the sound
of their bodies as they hit the ground.
How the gutter ran red with their blood
when no other escape could be found.

Our ladders were too short, you see-
They were eight floors from the ground.
All these young factory girls
like bundles of rags falling down.

I will always remember the screams
Of one girl with flames in her hair
who appeared at a window one moment,
then in the next , wasn’t there.

I walked through the ashes soon after
trying to make sense of things.
We counted three dozen more victims
and discovered a number of rings.

It started here on the eighth floor;
a stray ash from a last cigarette.
There was plenty of fuel for the fire
That this city will never forget.

I never really felt much
I saw everything in gray
I wouldn't let myself be happy
how could i be?
I had nothing

and then I met you
you fell around me
or maybe i fell into you


I would lay in bed at night and wonder what i was feeling
i could never tell what it was

then one day i looked into your eyes
and i saw galaxies
i saw a whole universe inside of you
i saw you and everything special
and that's when i realized
that you ARE a universe
and i'm lucky enough
to see it

Why are weeds considered ugly plants?
They are but the most beautiful anomaly in this cruel and unfair world.
Despite the lack of water and necessary care,
they still manage to find a way through the tightest and inhospitable of cracks,
chasing the warm kiss of the sun,
and to be showered by the cleansing rain.
But when they do overcome their hardships,
greedy, unrelenting hands reach down,
and strip them from the earth,
pulling out their roots,
and throwing them away.
Then the place that they worked so hard to exist in,
is taken over by some eye-pleasing blossom.
Real beauty is not found in those that are given everything,
but rather in that of striving to simply be,
to overcome obstacles,
and rise above,
no matter the circumstance.
There is something beautiful about that fight and determination,
and nothing profound about a flower that is nourished with constant love and affection,
because they will only grow to be weak and fragile.