walking into this field of green
the wind brushes the hair
as the sun tans the skin
when the grass touches your leg
it's  like a mother's soft touch
you can hear the waves it the rocks
see the clouds move across the sky
her the birds chirp as they fly on by
the smell is so beautiful
it makes your body goes limb
your listen to what sounds like music
but is the ocean taking it's breath
the sun beams down
as your skin begins to tan
this have been the best time you have ever had
you continue on you way
hoping this place remains the same
so peaceful so magical
can't wait to visit here again

you mouth frozen
need to scream out loud
body's going to burst
flames about to erupt
hands begin to shake
legs begin to tremble
sweat begins to pure
eyes turn red
ears begin to steam
flames coming out
to ashes you fall
volcano you became as you blew
now turned you into  ashes and nothing more
swept away forever
from once you stood

Taking pictures
Taking a picture frezzes a moment in time
can it be changed
can it be what you heaven will be
showing us what our mine sometimes forgets
every once in a while something appears in an image that isn't normally there
like a ghost of a figure or a bright shinning light
could it be that someone is keeping an eye on us to keep us on a straight past
who knows it's still unexplained till this very day
taking a picture of the once we lose
preserves the person we love the moment before they are taken from us in a blink of an eye
makes us feel they are with us for the rest of our lives
with these pictures we see just how our lives turn out
to give us a chance to see if we have turned out to be the person we wanted to become
or to give us a look at our lives to see if we can change and turn it all around
when we get married an have kids in our lives
we take there pictures so that they can watch themselves grow up on year at a time
so they have a chance to change everything in the course of there lives
or keep it as it turned to what they wanted it to be
then they will have they own kids one day and it starts all over again

It is a  r e c o r d
Of the sudden impulse of mind,
Where   s u b c o n s c i o u s  
Was caught on act,
Reminiscing some past you can't fathom.
And so, you turned it into words,
That existed in  e v e r y   p a r t  of the world.
You extend beyond the skies,
And kindle the galaxy in soft touches of ink.
You named all the stars,
In search for your  l o s t   s o u l ,
Disintegrating to something bigger,
You havent noticed.
From there you understand,
That the  p e r s o n  you are,
Could be someone  g r e a t e r.
With such blinding passion.
In keen  p o s s e s i o n .

All because of your subconscious
Hiding truth from you,
Your mind gets amnesia,
But the  h e a r t  keeps beating in rhythm,
Turning every monotone
Into   c h a o s   m e l o d y.
So you grasp for air,
And hold your pen. . .

Pounding into   s  p a c e  ,
            Letting  f r e e d o m  sink in.

And that's how words became,
So beautiful. .
Because that is YOU.

But somehow,
Some of us lose ourselves,
In between.

And that's how beautiful it is.
You stop, to admire it for a second.

**S o    b e a u t i f u l . . .

This shirt is all that i have left
of my angel who passed before i awoke
the air turned cold as a brezze came in
she smiled before her breathing had stopped
i turn on my side to grab her hand witch was ice cold
i get out of bed to look at her face
shocked to see her eyes not closed and her smile frozen
grabbing her shoulder i look at her watch
the time was 2:15am when her time had passed
the ambulance came rolled her into the van
looking my eyes water seeing her being taken away
i hold on to this shirt holding it tight
my memories i want to keep forever
i only want the memories of my wife and our life