There is nobody
who will deserve
to be taken away
and left behind
in my life.
Ridicule is not
an option.
I do not care
who you are!
Not everything
has to be explained!
But what should be,
only sheds light.
What is light when
there is no darkness,
and universal love
is shown with no
ridicule.

The beak-
the walk-
chicken out
with all the gibberish.

Stories, truths, lies, all these lines,
So confused as to what is happening.
Like riding a rodeo, Dust and rope, rain and shine,
Been a year thinking, and breaking bones,
Healing, taking bumps, watching phishermen
As they try to pick the lock of my heart.
The truth is no one knows my story,
No one knows his story,
They take letters, unscramble them to make a sound
A sound that is not yet proven to be true, either way.
I have time to think and make my move.
No one is rushing it, I am not, he is not,
We are on the same page, but the healing begins.
The only way you will get the answer is not by words, Understanding math, and finding the common denominator
Is the only possible solution.
I am the solution to the problem, not the problem.
Math can sometimes be difficult, because
There are ways to finding the solution,
But if you're not careful, there may be many numbers
Not useful, and the remainders will have to be
Reworked until there is a clear denominator for Solution to this equation.

Rumors have it that I did not show my right to him.
However, truth says that time and space heals wounds.
I do not have to doubt my love,
Because I see where the common denominator is.
Rumors have it that I drove him crazy,
Truth is that I feared love and he opened me up to it.
Rumors have it that I am not right for him,
Truth has it that solutions are sometimes painful,
But only the one can be the solution to my problem.
Rumor has it that I think I am the one,
The truth is the only common denominator that seeks
To make the math problem whole is the one.
Rumors say, that I will not feel loved again,
Truth says, it is love that is opening me up from a distance. Rumors say I do not belong in his life,
The truth says, I already exist in his life,
I am the one he suffered to fix me, and I accept it.
Rumors say I have no peace because I have no love,
Truth says he is the one that opened me to love.
Rumors say I am a broken dream with no hope,
Truth says I am the hope that brings peace to dreams.
Rumors say I am nobody and fat and ugly,
Truth says, my heart opened and my ugliness has Moved on to peace, love, and understanding.

Rumors say, why you like younger people?
Truth says, my youth is what brings me the joy I seek.
Rumors say leave it alone, you will never have him,
Truth says, I already did, and now I am more open.
Rumors say you will never last,
Truth says, true love, lasts a lifetime.
Rumors say you caused the separation,
Truth says, my heart was inseparable and I will prove it.
Rumors say, distance ruins relationships,
Truth says distance is what heals obstacles and barriers.
Rumors say I have some many barriers to open love,
Truth says love is what opened my barriers to freedom.
Rumors say the foundation to my heart is broken,
Reality says brokenness is the foundation of fixing
The broken pieces that will show the one
Who is the one in space and time to fix my brokenness.
Rumors do not believe in love but fear that love exists,
Truth believes that love exists and hope is the key.
Rumors need a reality check,
The truth knows where it is heading on this journey.

From hot to cold
from cold to hot
Where is life on Earth?

In this light,
I can see the spirit
of happiness.
No darkness-
in fact, I have gone
away from darkness.
I seen some green pasture.
There were too many weeds
along that trail-
no way! I cannot grow
seeds with busy grounds.
It is the pasture across the way-
yes, over there are wanted seeds.
I see dead seeds
the seeds which were planted
are now uprooted by
Your own weeds you let grown.

At age 18 my love life;
seemingly perfect; was so long
a fiasco of desire and perfection.
I wanted a perfect being;
was there such a thing to be so perfect.
I was living a dream;
a dream without no reality.
Then a year passed;
I broke off from my first encounter.
He was a nightmare;
how can a match be so perfect;
do I really want a mirror;
or can I use an 8mm camera lens
showing me the opposite sides of me?
While my age turned 19;
I can see that a lot was taught
in my teens.
I seem to be in a war
that I could not have fought.
I wanted the decade to change for me!
There was nothing more for me to see!

So, the decade makes a turn;
I felt like in my twenties would be my year;
the year of Jubilee of eternal
warfare that could take away my fear.
However, I was wrong;
I took a wrong turn;
I met this other person;
left me on stage with this song;
drop dead gorgeous was to yearn;
for I knew looks have never won.
I took a break;
needed to focus on school;
never really understood God's sake;
therefore, leaving me a fool.
What a beautiful year;
I turn twenty-one;
I thought I had my beer;
and that battle was won.
I had to fear that no one understood me;
yet, my understanding was not true.
I was living a dream that I did not see;
and yet, this other person had no clue.

I sit on my bed writing goals;
I wanted to be in love in my twenties;
oh, how I missed that goal;
I am now in my thirties.
Time moves so fast;
yet, people tell me time heals;
I am twenty-five years of the vast;
and all my life endured was deals.
I would be twenty-seven;
wondering if I will ever find love.
Next thing you know;
I felt like I was in Heaven;
looking into the eyes of a beautiful dove;
a person whom my life bestow.
I was thirty when I met him;
my God, I thought I have sinned;
in fact, I began to take hymns;
and looking back to how I was pinned.
I will be honest;
I never wanted to love again;
I gave up and decided love was not for me.

I could not believe I would find love;
I even promise not to again;
not without the right key from a dove.
That was when I found the one, again.
I could never find the one,
because all the ones I found;
were not letting me in for the sun;
what shines when blind made no sound.
I was thirty-seven when I made a move;
the year of Jubilee;
my business was what my way soothes;
but in my life, I was set free.
After a long year of resistance;
he unlocks the door to my heart;
allowing me to love with perseverance;
allowing him and me to a new start.
It has taken me thirty-seven years;
to make a move in the right direction.
He was able to set me free from fears;
And I loved him more than any other son.
I new nature has put us together;
He needed me in his life to finish a search;
that same search is what made us forever,
and I believe that the arrow came from that archer.

I am a beautiful Gem;
You are the beautiful Sagittarius;
My pearls can shine brightly with him;
and his stones are set on serious.
Now, I take a break;
I want to disconnect;
He is definitely the part that I ache;
so, it is time to reconnect.
That magic box has a promise;
I never knew I would see,
but your heart is filled with gliss;
I almost missed the point given to me.
You needed to find a puzzle piece;
You provided me chances, again.
My fear was pushed aside for peace;
and I made my move to Michigan.
There my seven-year heartache
will be sealed with a promise;
a promise that should never break,
but will assure me much bliss.

One friend comes
one friend goes.
All this pretending
builds up the anger
inside the soul
of passing time.
Dark souls of negative
energies, being of war
Easing of winds-
in my storm:
I am not sure what
is happening;
all I know
the storms of
jealousies, slander-
fake, and yet
obvious lessons for me.
I lose one by one;
the world of dark souls-
clinging on me-
I am offered a breakthrough;
the through of high winds
and clashes of thundering
that will impress the past,
but bring through the
storms of passing times.

No pressure...
What looks to be
right, must be
evaluated.
Is my path
made well?
What achievements
can I confess?
What promises
have been brought
to me by you?
In my satisfaction,
reality faces change.
My path closes
the door-
the door to
freedom and will.
I escape with
a new song.
Living life
like a
dress rehearsal
only delays the
process of
taking paths!
Get going!

We switch channels every day;
from 155 to 10, but never satisfied.
I find it ironic that for as many channels
there are, we have a tendency to skip
the important channels at the right time.
For example, we dress in shorts,
and we forget to bring an umbrella-
well, let's look at the Weather Channel.
Perhaps, we drive down a busy interstate;
in the middle of the day;
we are blocked from notifications,
but if we put on the News Channel
we could see a serious accident,
making us take a diverted path
from where we should go.

No, we are too busy with the
Buying Power Network, looking for the
next beautiful watch or necklace;
then we go out, and try to find it;
only reality has it that, if you saw it there,
you will not find it anywhere else.
Look at it this way;
you see the same thing in other places;
it is too common;
keys do not match with other locks.
Then you have the Health Network Channel;
but how many of us take that seriously?
You scroll over channels;
and you land a Health Channel
sharing information about heart problems.
Just because you cannot find your sweetheart;
does not mean to fill your heart with sweets.
Take it serious!
Your heart is not for brokenness;
no, your heart is to beat life into you;
the air is what you breathe
to give you life.

That Channel that shared your story;
that is the channel you want to see.
Do you want to be stranded in a snowstorm?
Do you want to be stranded in traffic?
Do you want to be blocked by robbers?
Do you want to be involved in scandal?
That will depend on what Channel you use.

Do you feel the winds of change?
Put your best foot forward;
do not go backward;
the chance is uphill.
You can feel it, too.
I can tell that the feeling is true;
you have been climbing that same mountain.
For some of us, it takes 23 years;
and for some of us, it takes 37 years.
But we are on that same mountain;
I am running up to you, now.
I do not see anyone else;
my eyes are wandering;
they have been wandering a while,
but all I see from a distance is you.
The highest mountain was very hard to climb.

Oh...was this a challenge!
For a year I was challenged by
bumps in the road;
falling rocks, and water slides
a mist that clogs up my eyes.
But I kept going because I knew
from a distance, I would meet you, again.
I am going nowhere;
I am not giving up;
I will crawl on my knees if I have to.
You are the reason why I am climbing this mountain;
the highest mountain, why?

Why am I so burdened?
My hope is built on the rock;
and much love is flowing from the springs.
Oh, I found the strength;
I will be right there;
I am running up behind you,
but I will catch up with you.
Do not look too far back;
I am only right here.
I told you, I will go nowhere;
I will never give up.
Here we are, together- in truth,
it is time to face our fear;
look down there;
all that trouble we left behind.

I am ready to make that promise;
that promise I made a year ago.
You are in my heart now;
you are going nowhere.
We made it to the top;
we finally have done it, dear.
No time to look back now.
We did what we need to,
and thanks to you;
I can love you with my true sense of heart.
The angels were saving me from disgrace,
but even then, you let me in.
It was not time;
we had to climb the highest mountain.

Reality of the situation
is like mirrors
of the same spectacles.
The only way to connect
is accept the images you see.
You want different images?
Make the changes
within yourself.
Your amends is apparent!
Does a different mirror
mean anything?
Or could it be the
thoughts of what you see?
Sometimes with a *****
mirror,you may only see
the specs on your face-
specs that do not belong there.
These are the realities
You NEED to clean.
And then you see streaks-
Not every cleanse
is perfect-
but not every
perfect is imperfect.
Keep trying, because
what stares back at
You is your image-
a promise of atonement.

After seven years of turmoil, fear, and doubt;
living a dream that had no reality;
I lay in my double bed as a single man.
Twists and turns, down to nowhere,
killing himself from the distractions of life;
I had no reason why a real love would do such a thing.
No one knows my true experiences in love;
only The ONE was able to find that key;
I promised myself that I would never love again;
letting one love go at a time.
No one had the specialty to this heartbreak,
except for The One knew my troubles.

God the father, the angels, ask me to take a path;
a path I was really not interested in taking.
They tried to open my heart to love again.
Running temporary errands;
running phishermen and appealing to dead people;
I found nothing.
The ONE was seven-hundred miles away;
just to travel seven-hundred miles away, again.
We are both running temporary errands;
seeking phishermen, living sensory lessons.
I cannot weaken myself;
I know what I want; this is the ONE!

I want my physical contact to be freed;
I want it freed with The ONE;
no one else, because he was the ONE that
took my many pieces and molded them together.
What the hell was I fearing?
What the hell was my problem?
I had every experience listed in the manual of love,
except for the One that opens my door,
that door was wide open spaces for the ONE!
I did not have to cling to the ***** of slumber;
that filthiness was not altered...no;
the ONE knew how to captivate me
through the intercessor of her well-being.
That person knew I was not a lie;
I was a token for two lost souls
to mend together;
and the ONE was he who made me.

I do not have to doubt;
this person is much stronger than
the 18 years worth of love that never existed.
No more mistakes, baby I am the ONE
for you! There is no taken back!
Tag teams of the most glorious thoughts;
errands, slumbering, and fears all swept away.
After all this, you deserve me;
We do not have to give lessons;
we just need to free ourselves for your goals;
your prayers; and wants have been answered.
I am completely ready; I will make another
Journey for you are The ONE,
the ONE who raised me up;
comforted me when I went through hell;
and I saw your flaws; and without
Judgment, I can say I love The ONE!

Our intercessor will keep us in line;
she is the power to complete our well-being.
Her tears, my love, your openness;
I no longer have to be afraid of the dark.
This storm is over; I am ready for the flight!
You are The ONE; you are my rock;
thank the One who helped us;
that piece is peace in our lives forever.
I want to help build her brand through the
process of making The ONE be the foundation
your her goals set in stone.
For in you, your story will come alive;
our story will come alive;
and love will no longer be a trial.
My hope is for The ONE to know;
he realizes I know who the ONE is.

FALL!
away
living,
lively!

Waking
Intellectually-
Novelty
Travel­s
Entering
Road.

Smiles of
Playful
Rain
Ignites
Naked
Green...

Sounding,
Understanding, and...
Musical
Moments of
Everlasting
Rain...

Fallback
Astounding
Lives to
Language of
Seasons

My opinions are not yours,
what I think does not
allow for your thought,
but in your thoughts
are opinions.

Theory has choice,
and free will-
is my opinion-
then how does my thought
connect with your opinion?
Am I allowed to think?
Is your thoughts connected?
I can make a connection
with theory called:
the reality of thought process.

Love
Intrigues
God's
Holy
Tour!

Lift
Ignorance
Gone
Hell
Twice!

Light of
Innocence on
Garden from
Heaven in
Three Spirits!

The one teardrop says to the other;
I am the tears of sorrow, fear, and anger.
I make every person that feels me
burn with anguish, because I take ego to rest.
I claim to make it better when my tear
is forced with all that fear.
But then I cross paths with laughter, joy, and love;
and wow...I get freaked out!
I love one thing;
I love to argue, be indifferent;
it makes my eyes water every time they see me.
There is no winning or losing with me;
you have to deal with my hard feelings;
oh yes, there is no feeling left after me.
I can even break hearts
because that is what I do.
But then I do not know why no one wants me;
but I keep doing what I see best;
it is like a no brainer with no brains.
I am a difficult teardrop to deal with,
because you do not know why
my eyes are so hurt.
These teardrops will flood the soul
to a deep infernal pain of anguish if you met me.

Then down the flooded river of those dark brown eyes;
I can see the laughter, joy, and love.
Those teardrops said nothing;
they could not argue with me;
they just kept moving,
But then I realized that no matter
where I go, those teardrops were going
down the same path.
Why are those beautiful teardrops following me?
This is not making no sense;
Two opposite tears for the same reason going
down the same projected path.
Why do you pick me?
Why do I deserve your love?
What did I do to deserve your love?
I love to fight, argue, and be unpredictable;
you love to be quiet, peaceful, and live the dream;
I have no dream to live.
What is there about me that you like?
And for some reason I cannot fight your tears;
you make me drain with pain;
you make me broken in my flood;
and you mix with my tears to make me beautiful.

The other teardrop stops;
it melts away the burning desire of pain.
Molds me into something I am not;
how the hell do you do that?
I am a teardrop of fear and anger!
How did you know to make me whole?
the second teardrop says,
"You were once me, and I felt you before,
but I chose to make myself whole, again."
Do you want my love?
Mix with me, let me feel you;
I will let you in my pool of
love, peace, and understanding.
You will find yourself at peace;
you will never want to leave me;
that is when I know I found the one.
You do not need to worry;
you do not need to fear love;
love is gentle; love is kind;
You do not have to fear me;
you know you want me,
because it is me that makes you shine.
Why worry about finding the one?
Why worry about the future?
Here I am; I've been here all along;
you just never accepted me.
Yes, I shed my tears in comfort that
You will find me;
You have found me;
No more hate, anger, or ego.

You have me; you need me;
You want me; I am the one.
Get over here, take me in;
your heart is manifesting into
my own desire;
opposites do attract;
I have been fighting this long;
I mind as well sleep in your tears.
I have a big surprise for you;
do you remember that third teardrop;
the teardrop of the predicament;
life choices, intercession, and destiny.
Well, that teardrop is what made us transparent;
and I want to be with you,
because like you never had my tears;
I never had your tears.
Do I want your tears?
No, but it is your tears with mine
that helps heal the others in this pool;
and together we can be a team;
a team for love and hate;
and how the two really make a balance.
You love hate; I love peace;
but together we can be in peace with our love.
Your flaws are my own;
There are only two tear drops in our soul.

One fly-
two wings-
flies NO-where!

What are you doing?
Who do you know?
Where are you?
Why did you not?
When you be back?
When should I come?
Where should I be?
Do I be with you?
Where are you?
Where should I go?
How do I do this?
Why should I do this?
What am I doing wrong?
Did I do something wrong?
Where are you?
Why all these questions?
When do I care?
Why do I ask, where are you?

It is here
that in this moment
I leave
your premises-
there is nothing
left for me.
See, I can play
these same games.
Once I am gone-
my mind no longer cares.

You always say
I am the problem-
I am the deceiver-
and I never loved;
I tell you from
the start
there is no room.
I sure hope you
see the light.
Where Do I Go?

Where do I go?
What shall I do?
Did all I say
have nothing
of your importance?
I am tired-
I am weary-
I am gone!
I do not
Care, nor do I
step down to
your level.
Where Do I go?

I am no longer
your shadow of doubt;
I can care less
where you go?
Nothing but hurt
lack of friendship-
despised by guilt,
deceit, and the bullet.
I do not see
your road of success.

There I thought
I would meet you....
No legacy that once
you stated had
no importance-
but the doubt,
suspicions, and curse
of impossible
imperfect selfishness.  
Where Do I Go?

I past by you
I only remembered you.
This is where I am-
and you are not here.
If only I can see,
again- I am in hope.

In the beginning,
I was a hard rock,
full of lost energy,
no breath, seemliness
pieces of atoms,
and broken glass
with many citrons.
How ignorant can
one hard rock be-
so, stubborn that
in the deepest
dark spot, there
where there is no
air, meaningful
measurements of life
only can be made of
microscopic pieces
of energy.
This energy instills
within me,the gravity
of floating meteorites
that come down on me.
The shape of one
red granite,
only with hope that
You made me!