You see
A person only truly falls in love
Once in their life time
And once that time is used up
There is no more.
You can lie to yourself
And to others
But if you were truly in love with them
That love cannot be undone.
I am in love.
A love that won't go away
With my best friend.
I fell off
The bridge of love
And into the waters
Where he followed
But his love came with strings attached
A bungee
And he jumped back up
And left me sitting there in the waters
While he's up on the bridge
Calling me up there
While I'm wishing him down here
And I have no bungee.

Some people write about whom they love.
And I too, fall among this group.

But I would much rather read to those I care for.
To read and read again
The words of poets much greater than I

To memorize lines and stanzas
The same way I memorized the taste of your breath
Back when we first kissed.

To let you hear my voice run over you
Like fingers from your neck, down along your spine.
Drenching your person in my love.

Lines of oranges & reds & pinks
crack the blackened-skies
to bring us
another day
of existence.
As the warmth
of the morning star
permeates the cold,
she makes her arrival
in grand fashion
& brings us light.

The beautiful burning-disc
will make her rounds
yet again,
hurling supersonic
in light-year distances
not in kilometers
nor even miles,
those feeble attempts
by human-minds
to quantify the sacred.

For we cannot
be measured,
we are sacred
beyond all galaxies.
And as she continues,
continues to rise
into the heavens above,
my eyes burn
with the tears
of endless oceans,
a witness to her simple love.

I'm tired of being judged.
It's simple.
You do not know me.
You know nothing of my life,
My struggle.
The pain,
The Joy I feel.
Nothing of my journey through the burning pits of fire.
Nothing of my lips caressing the one's I love.

Until the moment I say, "hello, it's nice to meet you," you know nothing of me.
Not the color of my eyes,
Nor the freckles decorating my skin.
The feelings and emotions flowing within my veins, are not yours to judge or own.

Keep your backward opinions to yourself.
I know who I am;
A strong, passionate woman draped in the color of red.

The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

teacher teacher can't you see
These equations mean nothing to me

Everyone is working to get a college degree but what is the point in a hopeless society

If the pen is mightier than the sword then why is the government more interested in funding kids that can fire than kids that can be hired?

We learned many different subjects in many different language but somehow skipped over the lessons of content and respect

Because this sea of greed is causing a flood of wars and when the water recedes the only thing that is left is the bodies of young soldiers to be
Buried by their fathers
Mourned by their mothers
Remembered by their wives
And only a story to their child

They'll probably hear that your father died a hero for his country but will not hear that his country only knew him by his dog tag

And that same kid will go into the same education system that doesn't care about individual success

The term no child left behind only means that standards will never be raised because its easier to just pass someone along then to try and teach them mathematics, science, English, and history but I bet they know the pledge of allegiance

We need to stop teaching our young to respect our elders period.
But teach them that respect is something earned

That it is okay to question authority
That its okay to be the only one standing for what you believe in
That learning is more important that fitting in

Because the blind loyalty of a flag will have you gushing red , trying to cover it in white , and leaving your body blue
And there is no cover in death you're buried in a black box under brown dirt

So ask why the government is so willing to supply us with weapons a thousand mile from home but there always seems to be a shortage of calculators in a classroom

So how are we suppose to be blindly loyal to big brother who will already have his hand in our pocket for our paycheck but won't tell us where its really going

So question authority, but love thy country to form a more perfect union, establish justice , and sure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our prosperity because it is us that hold the power of the United States but only if you are willing to go against the current and not be buried under the sea.