He was a man of many ideas
He brightened up even those in their darkest of times
By shining his whimsical offtimes and sometimes "outrageous ideas"
Now that he is gone, the "out" in the word describing his ideas
Now seem "in" and "new seas"
To try and sail partial paths of some of his intellectual "ideas"
To honor a "never ending" flame
By not allowing society's air blowing
To put my life's flame out.
In utter disbelief that he is now gone.
I know he is up above me and watching me.
"To see if I can make it?!" I shout
"That I can. For your honor, even more!"
I'll achieve my successes and let go of my crazy doubts.
"If you can make it this far, I shall go even further."
In your honor, my friend and spiritual brother, "to  victory and to the beyond"
"Thank you for entering my world...."
For one never sees another's true beauty until they pass.
Not this student.
All along, I have been the one who listened in class.

One looks up and says life is a ladder

Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered

Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter

We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.

It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals

Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield

Only to be found by space and particles

They read while we speak of thee impossible

Big humps to people seem like obstacles.

We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.

Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.

Here's my poem about stuff that happens
Especially when you're sitting there in front of
A washing machine bored out of your skull,
You've got the world at your fingertips and
Yet that world isn't really whole.
Of course it's obvious I'm only joking,
This is a great time to be "alive!"
Hug your computer, it'll be your
Best friend, your playmate,
Your GF or BF, it will be your
Sweet 16, your  toy your prideful
Joy, it will take you to places far
And wide and never leave your side.
HOORAY! We all get to die without
Having truly *LIVED LIFE!

As grease
green as
shay near
beef where
action shot
her bear
that duty
ready deserved
honor and
criminal tied
worship then
in vain
seized fore
Philadelphia awaited
inner city
flight of
doves return.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, a sad day in American history a day of grief and mass lost. A day of confusion and fear. A day where more than fear itself was to be feared.
 The September 11 attacks killed 2,996 people and injured more than 6,000 others. Deaths included 265 on the four planes, 2,606 in the World Trade Center and in the surrounding area, and 125 at the Pentagon. These deaths were cruel and unnecessary. These people died early than they had to. 40 brave men and woman took down a hijacked plane to stop it from possibly crashing into the white house or the capitol building, where congress was in session that day. A total of  44 people died on that plane, that includes the 4 hijackeres. A memorial was built for all the deaths on that day but it will never be enough for the people who lost their friends and family.

ॐ
Namaste

I honor the universe's light, beauty, love,truth and peace.
Because it is in me, and you;
it is, me and you.
Praying, for you to come unite with me in our heaven
where we are;
one thought,
breath,
body,
*soul.

Helicopter and Planes
Looking for Love?
Or Someone to Blame?

Look At the Film you make
Unwitting or Not
The Criminal?
It's Your Face you Shot

Where does truth begin?
In a act of honor,
sacrificing yourself for judgment.
Letting them know,
that your not okay.
Caving in,
confessing wrongs.
Telling that person,
you still love them.

Electromagnetic field of Sensation propel my charged particles accumulation into Emotional system Frustrations. Declaration at Sub Zero vibration. Igniting immediate internal stimulation. Enclosed Body temple visitation. Divided People I am salvation. Hear my confession of love amalgamation.