Color isn't often defined by its being
Its defined by its number one object
Yellow can't be but a gold ring
And grey can't be but a rock yet
Grass is green, and green are trees
And visa-versa can be applied to these
But you can't draw a picture with a tree or a ring
You draw it with your soul
So if you ask what color means
To tell you that is my goal
Color is your soul

Running at night
With a full moonlight
Its peaceful and bright
But ends with spite
Jogging toward the evening star
Much more tranquil than using a car
But when you get home
With no where to roam
The morning will come too
And with that, the death of you
Then the eve comes again
And you rejoin your fellow friends
And then you are revived again
And then you live your lives as human

A highway is a path like any other
Don't you know?
A path that you can share with another
Down the road
I will share my path as a highway
For the many
I will share my poems because I think that
I am ready

Love and death go hand in hand
They are but rewards to me as a man
I wish for death and i wish for love
And when i am done to be placed up above

You can't “learn” wisdom
As you can't “avoid” death
You can be smart and think hard
But you will eventually be laid to rest

Be a humble spirit
And one day you will find
That being humble and accepting
Will help make up your mind
Only you can defeat your pride
Only you can be the bigger man
And then one day you’ll find a bride
And with that, a helping hand

I wish my poetry to always be simple
I wish for it to be easy to read
But my passion burns too brightly
To express everything with simplicity and heed
I want the world throughout the ages to understand my dismay
I want the people of all types and sizes to contemplate away
I wish my passion to be comprehended
I wish every human to be exposed
But i don't with my poetry to be amended
Or the same fate for my prose