Greed,
You pitiful soul,
I love what I do,
That is enough,
I would rather suffer at the foot of society,
Then sacrifice my beloved,
My love for you,
For me,
I love you please understand,
I love me too,
whats the difference?
The point to life is to be,
to be with you,
Me,
Do what you love,
In the face of opposition,
DO what you love and throw away greed,
Replace it with empathy,
I Do what I love,
always,
I will always love you,
No matter what you do to me,
I am an artist I will better this world,
I will give to it something great that will benefit all Humanity,
Even if I am beatup and crushed by My Family,
Even if I am loved and Nourished by My family,
YOU are my family
Thank you

Do it,
I have thought for most of my life,
I love it,
But in its dreamy smoke of passion and imagination it becomes.....
I picture me being someone,
Important,
Have all the money in the world,
wait...
Not moral enough,
so then I envision a deeper meaning of what I want to be,
I want to be creating art I love,
Art I am proud of,
Art that will restore my spiritual faith in the world......
Fake,
It all becomes fake until my hands feel the process,
A new way to see this is,
Be real,
Think Do,
Maybe don't think,
I will trust my self to respond accordingly,
Without the hindrance of my younger brother,
But maybe with his guidance,
Mind is not me,
To free me,
I must free my mind,
To free my mind I must not make every decision from it,
Trust me
Be me
Just do it
The mind

I push a heavy stone over my head and I am still here,
When will I love lifting this stone?
When will I admire this heavy burden?
My muscles will adapt,
over time,
My mind will see the commonality,
over time...
Time
are you the one pulling these strings?
Are you this one they call God?
Are you the one who holds me,
Tells me
Controls me?
Yet when I hear,
When I see your family,
It almost seems like you dont exist
Your brother with his colorful bright eyes that can perceive all color,
Your sister with her ears that pick up all frequencies listening to all your problems,
Your father with his consciousness making up brilliant ideas that are not fathomable by our perception,
and your mother,
Creating,
touching,
feeling
hearing,
Time,
your silly smile,
your silly mask,
Time you cannot control my mind

What is it,
That keeps me here breathing,
Loving.. and hating?
I walk down the Sidewalk and look down,
a leaf is floating threw the air,
Time has stopped around its curved figure,
yet it still moves,
gracefully,
floating down,
down,
down,
I am the leaf,
What is it that keeps me here,
is it going down?
or is the leaf going home,