let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
i am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been

to sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
they talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
but not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear

all I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
and my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
trying to find where I've been

pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
my Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
sure as the dust that floats high in June, when moving through Kashmir

oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

let me take you there

Family is the best treasure
And its a great pleasure
Life is almost as light feather
I have a friend named heather
Now you know my treasure
And that is my favorite
And great pleasures

Headstrong, yet bitten by the snake of narcotic charm...
As the venom flows, your dreams slowly begin to die
The goals, the passions, the visions begin to change
The personalty of the passionate man turns to selfishness
The confidence turns to self pity from the demon within
What was, what is and what will be, turns to nothing
The morals turn to lies, the caring turns to taking
This narcotic charm transfers itself to a necrotic death
Your family, your friends, your love, have slowly given up
You've hit rock bottom and still look for the snake's charm
It has been your pet for so long and you can't let it go
Your only have two choices, to slither in it's hole and die
The second is the *most important decision of your life

Disasters in life
What a scary thought
The destruction of things
Including life

We struggle and fight
To set our minds Right

Disaster

Disasters in life
Life changing experiences
We sometimes don't know
If we want to be free

Disaster

Disasters of Mother Nature
A good and bad thing
It kills our eye sight
But brings new things

Disaster

Disaster is it a good thing
We learn from experience
We learn how to be
We learn to help other's
To set people free

Rationalization
Participation
Concentration
Manipulation
Devastat­ion
Frustration
Delegation
Completion
Direction
Addiction
Motovation
Contraction­
Perfection
Election
Connection
Commotion
Lotion
Jubilation
Reval­uation
Fibulation
Continuation
Population
Sensation
Complication
­Allegation
Temptation
*******
Proustitution
Execution
Desert­ion

Gloomy is a figment of one's own

                imagination

                   Where a

                     HEART

              Should shine

                        **24/7

Let's go for a walk together
It's in our thoughts in our mind
It's a beautiful place, it's a fairy tale

There's tall trees and sunshine
There's loving feelings and innocence
There's caring people that like to share

Let's go for a walk together
In our thoughts in our mind
It's a beautiful place, it's a fairy tale

There's happy thoughts with love and care
There's smiling people there everywhere
There laughter where no one hurts.
There's never heart ache and never pain

Let's go for a walk together

The longer I live,
the more I realize the impact on my attitude on life.
Attitude to me, is much more then fact.

It's more important,
than the past,
than education,
than money,
than circumstances,
than failure,
than success.

Than what other people think or say or do.

It's more important,
than appearance,
than talents,
than skills.

It will make or break,
a company...
a church...
a home...

The remarkable thing is that everyday,
we have a choice regarding the attitude we will embrace for the day.

We cannot change our past.
We cannot change the fact that people will act a certain way.
We cannot change the inevitable.

The only thing we can do is play on the string we have,
and that is our attitude.

all these bugs
i got bugs
i got bugs in my room
bugs in my bed
bugs in my ears
their eggs in my head
bugs in my pockets
bugs in my shoes
bugs in the way i feel about you
bugs on my window
trying to get in
they don't go nowhere
waiting, waiting...
bugs on my ceiling
crowded the floor
standing, sitting, kneeling...
a few block the door
and now the question's:
do i **** them?
become their friend?
do i eat them?
raw or well done?
do i trick them?
i don't think they're that dumb
do i join them?
looks like that's the one
i got bugs on my skin
tickle my nausea
i let it happen again
they're always takin' over
i see they surround me, i see...
see them deciding my fate
oh, that which was once...was once up to me...
now it's too late
i got bugs in my room...one on one
that's when i had a chance
i'll just stop now
i'll become naked
and with the...i'll become one

Don't ever be a snitch
Even if snitched out

Police or People will try
To tear you apart

This is no joke
Nor is it a game

This is life experience
That will make you a man

A snitch is useless
In my book

Like a cry baby
They know not what to do

Hold your ground
Tell them to get ******

No matter the outcome
No matter what's right

In this world of life
Trust is all we have

Don't ever lose it
Be a real man

When one thinks of ****** desires,
how does one's mind tumble....

Does it think of love or raw ***....
Does it think of the past or future....

Does the mind play tricks that lead to hurt..
Does the mind fantasize of the one you can't have.....

****** desires?
Where do they start?
The mind or the pants?

Could it be a smell?
Could it be a look?
Could it be a word?
Could it just be the heat of the moment?

All and all your probly just horney.

Because for the most part it usually turns out to be a selfish act.

As soon as one of the two get off, it's done.

How boring!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll sing a little song
I'll sing a little song

It will be about me and you

I may do it right
I may do it wrong

But it will be about our love

About the way that I love you
About the way I hold you
About the way I touch you

I may serenade with a poem

I may do it right
I may do it wrong

But it will be a love poem

Pride ?

Let me tall you a thing or two if you think you have pride !

Pride ?

It's an ego trip !

Pride ?

Will make you look stupid !

Pride ?

Hurts people !

Pride ?

Does not show affection !

Pride ?

Can leave you all alone !

Pride ?

Is an addicts friend !

Pride ?

It can **** !

Pride ?

Does a lot !

Pride ?

Will leave you all alone !

So do you still think you have pride ?

Just be proud to be alive and let things will fall in place !

If you could turn back time,
What would be your time.....

If you could turn back time,
What would be your reason why.....

If you could turn back time,
Would ever thing turn out fine......

If you could turn back time,
remeber you would have to go,
through your reason why....

If you could turn back time,
how long would it last,
the time will go by fast...

If you could turn back time,
would it be a crime.....

If you could turn back time,
would it be for peace of mind.  .

In the morning mist during sunrise
With the waves crashing on the beach

As seagulls follow the dolphins
Tranquility sets upon me

My heart slows to a beating pace
So relaxed, so much freedom
?
?
?
?
Then one of my friends
***** with me and ruins my nap

Your my apple pie
You make me cry
You make me high
You make me lie
You make me sigh
You make me die
You make me fry

You make me  laugh
You make my path
You make me *****
Your like my dope

You bring me love
You bring me tears
You bring me fears
You bring me years

Recipe for apple pie
One part man
One part women
A sprinkle of salt
Some doe
Maybe some sugar
Add butter
Little Cinnamon
Then bake it in a relationship

What is it about **** that attract men and women.

Is it the *******, the sights, the sounds or is it their fantasy.

Is it their neurotic or ****** styles of motion that leaves them at awww,
or the sizes of disbelief.

What is it that attracts men and women. Is it lonlyness, cellabsy or the lack of.

Is it ok to watch **** during a bachlor or bachloret party. With your partner for ****** arousment, a boring day, or because your parter no longer particapates, or just because.

Yes some hate it, yet most love it.

****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****

Even the word **** sounds ***** yet ****.

Why is it hard for people to pull their eye's away even though they say it's disgusting.

****,
From the funny mustaches and the funny beats in the 70's. To the ****** implacations, to live websites.

There's teasing ****, soft ****, ******* ****, group **** (******), hurting ****, painful ****, **** beyond belief.

Me, yes I have watched **** but never paid for it.  Yes, I've surfed the sights. But why, curiosity ? Who's to say.

Never appease one to please one....

Never pacify one to satisfy one.....

Never contradict one to predict one....

Rationalize one to correct one.....

Debate one to change one......

Sound minds are strong minds......

Have peace cross you over.......

Meditate to create........

Hold no,
hostilities,
resentment,
anger,
hate.....

Hold on to,
humility,
forgiveness,
compassion,
love.......

Stay real....
Stay away form games.....
Think before you speak.......
Do what you say....

Dream big and chase your dream........
Surround yourself with one's with goals.....
Learn self motivation.....

Direction and drive is the key.....
Discipline yourself.....

Count on no one and the intelligent will follow....
Be a true leader and it will lead you to success.....

How do so called human beings
beat a man in a cage

then douse the man in gasoline
leaving a trail of gasoline to him

light it with the man watching
while the the flames come towards him

being spit on and cursed be these ****** up losers
watching the man go ablaze

while other so called *****'s
laugh and watch him burn to death

From my nephew to you.

World peace should be everywhere
But some people never care
Sometimes people do care
Should be everyday
Its an achievement
To walk up the
High stairs to Heaven



No help no words changed
Emily and Austin  challenge

Simplicity in life
Is something I look for
Hardly found, dually noted

In thought and mind
of a life I can not find
visions of freedom
stay in my mind

as I lay the tracks of my past
They away then turn, from my districted ways

Simplicity I look for
Simplicity I must find

This train of thought
Called contentment
I must find

As the winter moutian winds,
crest into the sky....

There are many people,
with tears in there eyes...

Tears of joy....
Tears of hurt...

Like a howling moon,
much is at stake...

As the stars divide,
Like feelings we hide...

The truth can be told,
to cleanse ones soal...

These feet have been ridden,
for the life they hold....

With misfeelings of love....
To holding the hurt...

Is life's meaning,
to conquer and divide.

If I talk with the tongues of men and even of angels, but if I do not love people, then I am only like the sound of a big horn or a loud bell.

If I speak words from God, if I can understand all secrets, and know everything, if I can move mountains by believing, but if I do not love people, I am nothing, even though I can do all of these things.

If I give away all I have, and if I give my body to be burned, but if I do not love people, I get nothing out of it.

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. Love is not proud and does not boast.

Love does not do things that are not nice. Love does not just think of itself.

Love does not get angry. Love holds no wrong feelings in the heart.

Love is not glad when people do wrong things. But it is always glad when they do right.

Love forgives everything. Love is always trusting, and always hoping, and never gives up.

Love never ends. The gift of speaking words from God will end. The gift of speaking in different tongues or languages will stop. The gift of knowing many things will end.

Now we know only a little, and we can speak only a little of God's words.
But when everything becomes perfect, that part will come to an end.

When I was a child, I talked like a child. I understood like a child. I thought like a child. But when I became a man, I stopped doing things like a child.

Now it is like looking in a looking-glass which does not make things clear.

We cannot see and understand things plainly. But when things become perfect, then we shall fully know and understand everything, just as God knows.

These three things will remain for ever. They are faith, hope, and love. And love is the greatest of them.