We are all diferent people with different though
But in point of our lifes
We all suffer through staff that makes us strong, make us equals

These lovely walls so brigth and peacefull like winter snow oh what magnificent features. So soft as a pillow in my white suit I giggle. Morning and night I spend my time thinking within these walls of the time of when I was outside. Such beauty , such glory on everyones eyes. A tip toe here and a tip toe there giving them a smile from ear to ear and it doesn't end there. I share them my love they give me there blood what is that you say that this is not love? on the contrary my friend just look and see , in this generation what is there to be? If people **** each other for ignorant sympathys , Lustful envyies and ungratefull indecencies . why cant i be me? its not a sickness its another way to see how tragedy can be embraced by insanity and how wonderfull a diferent point of view can make a man be judge by lack of humanity. Im not crazy.....i just see the world in diferent points of view....what about you?

i opened your file
and what i saw
was diferent than what i expected;

i saw that you were
sad, pained,
angry, confused;

i turned the page.
you were suffering,
afraid, and alone;

i looked at your photo,
it was diferent than the you i knew,
you looked terified and sad;

i printed a new sheet of paper.
it said that i would be your friend.
that i would be your friend no matter what;

i fastened the new page in the folder
cautiosly, caringly,
with a paperclip.

Music is amazing art,
It shows how great people can be.
Music can break all boundaries,
And even for a moment make us completely free.

Music brings people together,
Excited crowd at music events,
And nothing else matters,
Only musicians and their instruments

Good artists are loved and respected,
In every part of the world and in every nation.
People enjoy, dance and find themselves,
In the songs created in moments of great inspiration.

People listen diferent kinds of music,
With diferent instruments and singer's voices.
Every music has its good sides,
I think that there aren't the bad choices.

Classical music for serious people.
Rock for people who like the sounds of the guitars.
House for those who like to party.
"Dark" people have their heavy metal stars.

Creativity is a blessing from God,
Inspiration is its biggest trigger.
Practice makes us perfect,
With experience we become bigger and bigger.

Life of artists is exciting and vibrant,
But it can be double-edged sword.
That pressure can be some kind of curse,
Or God's greatest reword.

I am not the name upon the building
There is no shingle hung for me
But, if we walk into the forest
You'll see where it's carved upon a tree

I move in diferent circles
though I like who I've become
While my friends were busy studying
I was absorbing, having fun

I'm wrapped up in a blanket of academic non achieving
Too much time has passed me by to sit here now and grieving
I wear a cloak of non success that is a little worn
And just like me, it's tattered some and in places slightly torn
It doesn't matter one **** bit, I'm where I want to be
Making ripples in the water, that make their way out to the sea

I life life at a different speed
and Time it is my friend
Because just like those who studied hard
We're all dieing in the end

They won't outlive their building
Their name not there to see
But, deep down in the forest
My name's still on that tree

I'm wrapped up in a blanket of academic non achieving
Too much time has passed me by to sit here now and grieving
I wear a cloak of non success that is a little worn
And just like me, it's tattered some and in places slightly torn

They won't outlive their building
Their name not there to see
But, deep down in the forest
My name's still on that tree

the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.


the death is a world**
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.

Place the moniters on the right surface.  
Everything dances to a diferent frequency, hert

Scanning a pond of rocks
Recognizing  
Each fingerprint, pit, dimple
I rerealize now the specificity of everything
And amplify anything
listening in on the correct…. His/her voice can be heard
A medium is its own sea.

Hearts are like diamonds
They shine brightly
bringing light to the dark
thats what her light did for me
and our diamonds shined together
that was then
she stole to meloncoly heart
and its more then i can bere
and thats why hearts are like diamonds
there all diferent shapes
diferent colors
but all fragile
and they all tell me to be happy
at which i am
but after a heart is shattered
its just like a diamond
in everyway
non perfect
                                                      so she continues to think it wasnt that bad
                                                      that i didnt love her that much
                                                      that i still love her
                                                      but she was my whole world
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND

i was sailing in a sea of dreams while i was in my sleep
across a great big ocean so very blue and deep
i sailed in to a fantasy with lots off diferent things
lots of colored fish and some of them had wings
there were diamond rocks that sparkled  down below
with with lots of tiny starfish giving of a glow
there were  colored shells laying all around
lying like a blanket neatly on the ground
it was really lovely and as lovely as can be
in my sea of dreams so very wild and free

Sister dear
You have that smile,
forever understanding
Sister hands and feet to reach you to snap you (just a bit)
to hold you tight
I’ve been waiting for you
In the track of our journeys we said goodbye , oh sis , so many times
We sang and we laugh
we ran in the rain in the summer days
and so
even if we go
To far diferent goals I know we are together
its forever inside our souls