"Beauty"
A Unity in Variety

"Poetry"
A search for unity
In the
wild variety of nature

We crave what we can’t have,
what we are unable to obtain
— but why?
Why do we always want what other
people tell us we can’t have?
Why does it feel like a neverending cycle,
where you belittle the ones who do
like you and are belittled by the ones you pursue?
When is there a break in this cycle?

Despite that, his intentions were good
He fundamentally wished me well, even if it was his will itself which defeated him.
He protected me from many catastrophes, those coming from within me, as well as the blows delivered by the world.
This is impossible to forget, to ignore..
My life was never the same after he left.
Now that he has gone, and I don't know where.
Despite all of his greed and all his failure, I miss him and I wish I could just see him.

Without knowing his fate
he journeyed  across states
hoping that change will give him a taste
of his unwinding belief and faith.

Everyday happens to be him making hays
getting ready to accomplish in many ways
that one thing that kept him going
though the tides are low
but he believes that one day he will be at the top looking below

"Sit back and enjoy the ride"
has been the words he affirms with pride
knowing that he got someone on his side.

Challenges appears to be his speed bumps
getting discouraged to quit by people who are dumb
to understand that this journey of his
is not a competition nor delegated for trophies.

He recalled the story of the Isrealites crossing the divided sea
a journey to get to a promise land they foresee
giving him the motivation to withstand
even when no one ever seems to understand.
Love and happiness is what he hopes to find
as he lives in the beehive of his mind
fantasizing how beautiful it will be.

I have a problem; I have had it for quite some time. I
have a desire to speak to others about something but
that is not my problem. I have something to say, but
I am not sure others want to hear it; that is my
problem.
I have two questions: how will I know others will hear
me, and, how do I know they will listen.
I believe asking for permission to speak is contrary to
my constitutional right to speak freely. However,
asking to be heard is contrary to what I believe. For if
others do not believe as I, they will hear, if I am loud
enough, but will not listen.
I only listen to myself when I am alone. But it is
when I am alone that my desire to be heard is
overwhelms me. The words shout inside my mind. My
inner voice is loud and yet, it is only when I am quiet
that I hear.
When I write what I hear in my mind… ah now I have
something worth listening to. At least I think so. Why
else would I write?
I have written many words. At times they have been
merely strung together; fluid as water without a direct
course or meaning and unread by others. At times I
have attempted to make them concise, with a clear
and significant barney, and available to all. I have
more often succeeded at the prior while failing
successfully at the latter.
I wonder at my successes, my failures. The words I
hear when placed on paper sometimes, yes even to
me, sound different. I wonder then, when read by
others, how do they sound.
And when I am alone and listening; writing, reading,
changing the sound, the words… I struggle for
meaning. Not just for the words, but why I listen.
Why I write. I search for my truth and do battle with
thoughts of pain; for they cause me to become
depressed and still my hand.
But it is in the darkness of those moments that I
must write, if only to relieve the anguish. The battle
reveals my weakness and the words are, sometmes,
deceptive. I would be lying to you if I wrote I have
never lied to myself.
Before me is the path I follow
Behind me words now hollow
Perhaps best left unspoken
My spirit remains unbroken
As silent I remain
Writen words I shall retain

Calm,cool,and collected
Thats just the road I selected,
Taking it one day at a time,
Breaking my back for barely a dime,
Though Im still getting by,
With the sweat running down my face and into my eye,
Not having alot but just enough,
Portraying I have what it takes to be tough,
Complaining on selective occasions,
Motivation still strong from mental persuasions,
Thinking to myself Im only getting stronger,
By learning to cope with these obstacles longer,
People are always going to be talking,
Alongside the road of life Ill keep on walking,
Needing to realize Im all I have when everything else
tends to diminish,
Watching my own back until the finish,
Seeing that checkered flag wave,
As the others place me in my grave.

Shadows of humans are all around ..
- Filling the whole scene of your life ..
- Beautiful shadows . ugly shadows , scary shadows .
- Different shapes but they are in core the same ..
- You can find them all around you in the light ..
- Times of happiness healthiness and wealthiness .
- But they vanish in the dark ..
- Times of sadness and sickness .. times when you need
them more .
- You will stand alone there , no one to share ,, no one
to to cry on his shoulder ..
- No one to take your hand and help you to pass the
darkness ..
- They will appear again in light ..
- Just watch them come and go ..
- Watch them Hide and show ..
- So enlighten a candle in the dark , a fake smile on your
face ..
- To keep them close to you . .Just shadows on the wall ..
- Between the mess , the true one will appear ..
- Just keep looking and never loose hope...