People have always told me,
If you have nothing good to say.
Then say nothing at all.
So, now people wonder why I barely speak at all.

The sun wakes up every morning
Stretches as he yawns
Excited for the brand new day
His rays will bring along

As the sun shines and smile
His head starts to think of what and why's
Those excited feet that jump in the bed
There's nothing but an idea to always move ahead

So move ahead is what he does
As he puts his rays in motion
Across the sky from East to West
From one to another ocean

From planet Earth to the universe
A memory from wonderful journey
The day is over, and the darkness in the sky are there to cover
The body retire in bed, but the mind in thinking's edge.

I slowly straighten out the scattered signs that have been aligned in this saturated mind.
My mind straddles time and these rhymes, and in the middle you will find the reason.
The reason for all the seasons.
The blissful breath that I am surely breathing.
The misleading beating of a heart that was once bleeding.
If you look closely, you can see this scar that proves that all wounds heal with time - even the unspoken.
I bet you never noticed.
Maybe we lose our focus and neglect the notion that our pain is not made to be self-extortion.
It is more important that we indulge in the moment of self-control.
Let the moon pull you from the cold heart that you live with.
Our doom will soon be illuminated by the give of forgiveness.
I have taken on the shape of infinite realms.
These dimensions were never shallow, but to get to this soul of water, you must first crack my shell.
Do you dare to dwell on your tears and unacknowledged fears?
That's a long, lonely road, darling;
I met my demons on a road that I couldn't steer.
I learned to take the wheel on my weakest day that particular year.
And those scars started to vanish, like how the fog settles and it all seems clear.
I am a pressed rose in an old, dusty boom.
This page was once visited;
You can see the fingerprints of a sensitive hand...
Look.

- L.G.

An imaginative mind can fly into a space that cannot be traced.
This is how I gain my freedom.
A positive climb can never die in a place where negative energy is defaced.
This is what I call my kingdom.
They often wonder why my words sound obsurd and unheard to the herd of sheep that choose to sleep and never take on the wings of a bird.
I tell them that it takes time to be heard when your words don't curve to defeat and that's all they want to see.
They don't become awake to my dreams.
They live on their knees and i could die on my feet, right now.
Do you hear the sound coming from my mouth?
I hope you're around to see the dreams that once formed within me -
The desire to be something more than me.
I aim high, they shoot low.
They will try to ******* out at the knees but won't remember that I said I would die on my feet, right now.
How could you want me to drown when you can clearly see that I already bleed everything within me?
You cannot destroy water, and i am the sea.
I am we.
I cannot leave.
I cannot not be the diety.
Call me self-righteous, but this is my destiny.
It's kind of funny how the more I study this world, the more this world keeps testing me.
I never needed a calculator to calculate the declining rate of those that emulate.
So I decided to innovate as I elevate.
Let me penetrate your heart, since my words have yet to resonate.

- L.G.

I often feel that I have been here before.
Sometimes it is uncomfortably familiar.
I must have left the first time searching for something more;
there had to be something I couldn't figure.
It's as if the picture returned much bigger,
and i was born with my finger on the trigger.
This time, I focus on the stars instead of the scars.
I once lived on Mars and played galactic guitars.
I often feel that I have been here before...
and you knew too, when you opened the door.
I wonder if anybody remembers me or if I have to die once more.
But if I leave this world, I will not return.
My energy will burn into every nocturnal concern
that leaves you awake and alert.
I will play the piano on the blackened keys of your heart,
and turn them into that brighter white so you can have more light to give to your art.
We can travel to the moon,
where these letters often start,
and dig through the craters in search of the things that leave us ready to depart.
I often feel that I have been here before.
But I found an unopened door that lead to something more in store to adore.
I know you can feel it in your core.
I think it's time you get off the bathroom floor,
so we can surely soar.

- L.G.

It is 3:00a.m,
and a cold breeze has suddenly rushed into my room.
These chills seem to have woken me up
to have a conversation with the moon.
The moon that remains so bold,
to shine so bright in such immense darkness.
How brave of her to have the ability to harness the
tarnished cities of which she oversees..
the battered leaves that tomorrow, will leave with the breeze..
the purest hearts that drop down to their knees
in the middle of the street
begging you to please,
have some sympathy..
the thieves that leave with the keys to our hearts,
the ones who said you would never be stranded,
yet you watched them depart.
She sees the things
that wake us out of our coldest dreams.
And yet, her energy bleeds
to relieve the shackles
and loosen your seams.
It seems we don't notice those that breathe,
unless they play a character
in this illusionary theme...
a scheme of how things should be in society.
She observes quietly.
How brave of her to absorb
the reflection of tears
that fall on our floors.
This stillness is something I have come to adore, more and more.
It plays jazz music on the deepest depths of my candescent core.
The door is open, and from myself, I am torn.
I have decided to be bold
like the moon's pull that allowed this ballpoint to roll.
It is time for me to go back to sleep,
and awake reborn.

- L.G.

What is it with this generation of lost souls? Do you ever just sit and think, where did we lose the part that made us whole?
Somewhere along the way, hating love and loving hate became the forefront of everything we say.

Somehow it became the generation of kids who probably won't realize they're adults until, one day, they look in the mirror and see that they're 45, still in the same pair of designer jeans and expensive shoes they could barely even afford. And the only reason they bought them was to post a picture on instagram just to get false sense of validation from people they barely even know.

We lost sight of the importance of being an advocate of self.
When we have money, that's our only weath.
What about wealth in mind, body, spirit?
This generation would rather snort lines for an out of body experience.
How sad.
The generation that will laugh watching others cry, just to fit in.
What, exactly, are you trying to fit into?
What is it really, that prevents you from being in-tune?
Why the moon isn't as interesting as that little corner of doom in a messy room, while you have no desire to bloom.

I want so badly for this generation to be better, together.
To treat one another like sister and brother -
It's time for everyone to blow their cover.
Take off the mask, they're no longer needed.
Be the future, because we are. Become what you want to be seeded.
It's okay to cry or to ask for help. Put your pride aside, go inside to find that real wealth.
I challenge you to be better.
Look yourself In the mirror and surrender.
I wish you love and peace through all of your endeavors.

Love.
- L.G.

All i can see is black and white
  Tried to get up on my knees and fight
           Searching for a ray of light
     Before i completely lose my sight


   All I know is that I keep on running
   It was a long long road of dreaming
       But something inside my head
                        is screaming
      That maybe I should stop hiding


          I took another step and then
                   the light comes in
    Maybe It's not too late for me begin
              I'll face every battle and
                     i'm sure i'll win
        Because althroughout, to Him,
                          I will lean.