Oh, to sail upon the sea.
To brave that which so scares me,
To leave land and life behind,
To sever those ties that bind.

To experiance all those amazing places that I so want to SEE!
That will be something that will forever impact me.
But oh,
Can it happen?
I don't know!

I'm really sick in my body,
Even though I have never said,
It is true that at times I,
Who so loves life,
And beauty.
Have wished to be dead.

Sometimes it is hard to continue on,
But I CAN be strong.

Because I want to experiance those places,
To see,
The world,
The tropics,
Those places,
That make me hope and dream,
The sea and its steams,
There is so much to see!

Dear God,
My lord,
heal me,
Let me be healthy,
So that I can live my dreams,
And photograph,
And experiance,
All that is in my heart,
All that is me.

I want to feel hot white sand beneath my feat,
To stand underneath the Saharan sun,
to feel that great heat,
To Stand upon Rapau Nui,  
To FEEL that island beat,
I want to gaze upon the pyramids,
That are ages old,
To gaze upon greek statues of Zeus,
Marble and Gold.
To see forests,
Forever untouched by man,
To visit places,
Unique upon all the lands.

Seattle is my home,
From Father Mountains,
And Mother sea,
But I want to see those places that I always dream of.
Lord,
God,
Let me be free,
Let me healthy.

Or,
To hell with that,
Let me,
Be,
Tenacious enough,
To do what I dream of,
Anyway,
Good God,
Just let my spirit soar,
Let me see,
Let me Photograph,
Just,
LET ME BE FREE,
Just let me open my eyes to beauty,
and let me see.
(with camera in hand)
Long I stand,
Healthy or not,
Let it be known,
Life's,
God's,
Gaea's,
Great beauty,
I have sought.

Gone on too long,
This poem has rambled.
Dear lord,
Let me,
See.  

At the end of my days,
Be it months or years,
Let me see those mountains,
Seas,
Shores and streams,
Let me see those places,
that constantly show up,
That shine through my dreams.

Let me see,
With camera in hand.
Sick or healthy.
Every part of me,
Will do my damndest,
to fight,
To take pictures,
and to stand,

Upon those shores,
sands and streams,
that beckon me,
through my dreams.

i did have
a man i didn't know
came up behind talking of queensland
and riding the surf in cyclones drunk
he looked wasted
he was beautiful and so ******* scary weird
it was surreal
yeah it was frightening
he was not though in retro
i was thinking within gates
he was ok
blessed
and benign
gentle
and not quite there
childlike and on the loose
although he was happy striding into the waves
wet jeans and laughing
and who can diss that
under the moon and stars

Taking a chance in life can be hard,
You never know who to trust,
Who is going to be there for you,
Who is just going to be another let down.

But I decided to take a chance,
to take a chance on you,
and now i know it was the right one.

You taught me that Im better off without you,
Im stonger than I thought I was,
and I can be independent.

You didnt treat me right,
and I dont really blame you.
but now Im the one moving on,
while you're still holding on.

Wer is d love wer is d felling??
It's only alone dat m living,
no one bothers wat i do,
dey r simply ignoring me cuz dey wanna never knw wat i am going through,
and they push me to the fire as that's there only work and,
is the 1 of d worse thing the usualy do,
i cried soo much but the pain still is alive wid in me,
i want some 1 to free frome these,
hell life just a simple thing i want,
dat i wanna b happy and scrolled,
to nearby every person whom i think dat he/she,
can understand me and be,
help to make me upcome from m goin through,
but dey pushed me away as m a garbage and proved,
that they r heartless and make me cry again and again,
but still i find the person who bothers wat i feel,
and wat i have 2 do for my well fare and to increase the yield,
of happiest smiles but i still dont knw y i cry dat my eyes got red,
and all peoples aroun me see me as m a stupid and aprrox dead,
Person who iszz alway sad,
but m not a bad,
person as i knw and i always wanna keep others happy,
and

a drunken **** head knocking my door

a glimpse through my window my eyes saw more

a bald headed hunk covered in ink

heart beating so fast i couldnt think.

a drunken **** head coming inside

that wolvo accent helping me to decide

a kiss to my lips sealing my fate

an overnight stay by now it was too late.

two weeks of pure bliss passed so fast

gossiping folk saying we wouldnt last

soon there will be violence i heard them say

hiding their heads and shuffling away.

so what if hes commited violence before

hes with me now and i mean more

hes always assured me that hed never hurt me

his past is his past and that they will soon see.

friends in for drinks and that was the first time

me pulling faces getting ****** on red wine

but the ******* he saw me a reflection in glass

a punch to my nose i fell on my ****.

apologies kisses sorries never ending

me knowing it wont happen again or pretending

waking in the mornings treading on eggshells

me with experiance i should have known so well.

but do we learn women like us

hearing their words and giving our trust

thinking things will get better in time

when do we stop and draw a line.

broken cheek bones two black eyes

split open lips ****** thighs

bruises covering the surface skin

enternal bruising hiding within.

pregnant with your gorgeous son

look at what ive now become

trapped indoors head hangs in shame

its not my fault its you whos to blame.

all i done wrong was to show you love

you the man needed boxing gloves

to keep me tame and where you wanted me

under control to prove your credibility.

This experience of being alive
is only truly felt

when threatened.

experience is precious
gives a perspective
Unique to you

A family of five Hoodie Crows
lay siege to our small valley.
They command the whole panorama;
their calls can be heard everywhere.
They are clever. Do not trust Man,
they impart to their offspring,
handed down the generations.
A wisdom learnt through experience.

interrogated
or
questioned

oh what a darkness of consistency
grows around this silence
that of a lonely sentence
fallen to earth by itself
offering hesitated thought
that which conceives, yet conceals
a deep misery
an unhappiness that blinds the eyes
that does in its silence circle like poisoned incense
around a badly carved pentangle
squeezing tears from the corners of clenched eyes
forming a violent trembling
from neck to ankles
its silent translation a feeeling
of immence tension vibrating through the body
Ah, this fallen silence
is the beauty that Isaw, I see
the change incredible that brings
this silenece to me rather that someone else
where bliss does come down
and envelope in a mist of passionate lips embrace
imersining itself in a liberating tumultious emotonal experiance
resurfing as internsified passion
intricate in its dipiction
dazzling in its dencely textured matrex
of intimacy in its silence; its fallen silence
the silence of a kiss
that kiss
his kiss
my first kiss with another boy

I'm your free-love woman
and I'd be your free-love woman
if I didn't I waaaaaant yoooou
I love you with everything I got
every candle stick, plate, and mirror I've salvaged
and I'd be your martyr
if I didnt somewhere in the back of my mind
waaaaaant yoooou
y'see lover
I have alot of love to give
that I'm swallowed alive
by those unrepresented in our unprecedented love
The same thing that reprells me baby
brings my heart on stone table, to you
yoooou
yoooou
and I wish it were true
that my service
wasnt a diservice to our love
I wish my chaste love didnt corrupt the good things between us
but you give me the freedom
that makes me want to possess you, by any vague understanding of the word
you give me the respect
that makes me want to disrespect your wishes
you give me the understanding
that makes me ignore your meaning
You arent a veneer
and god I hope you arent just a moment
because I wont have no other choice but to use that moment to cry for all the years
without you to experiance my love, to animate my love, to understand my love
because you get a treasured vulnerable piece of me
that nobody, nobody will ever be wise enough to touch, if to see at all
and it bothers me that those after you
to receive my bits and pieces
because they arent like you. they aren't big enough for the whole thing
wont know who
made it possible
one man, that knew how to hold me at arm and shoulders length
because he knew I needed love, I needed to be touched, I needed my meaning to be felt, I needed to be fed, I needed to be understood, she needed her abstract ingenious to be solved
he wanted, he needed to be that man
and he wouldn't sabotage that with his insecurity or needs
in the way I sabotage our love
for mine

I look in the mirror and I see it in my eyes,

I start to feel it in my heart,

It's all things that can make a man cry,

It is distance that we part



I didnt think it would take much for you to realize,

To read between the lines,

To look deeper inside,

Take the time,

For us to confide



It's love I wish to share,

It's something fragile I need to give,

So please listen, take a chair,

My life...with you, I want to live



One second,one minute,one moment,

I want you to give me,

To show you what Im worth,

To get you to believe

Cupid has lended me a curse,

Of falling in love with the first I see



Im sickened by you, I need a love nurse,

I really think I do, I do

They say that some phenom makes your heart skip a beat,

And I know its because of you



The thought of love, passion, or desire,

I think of it as love's heart burn,

Because my heart finds you hot like fire,

For the love teacher, I have already learned



Now I want to quit wasting time and acually experiance it,

They say choose where your heart takes you,

So I try things a bit,

because your heart is known to seek truth,

And I followed my hearts footsteps

It lead me to where I met you...

I love you...
Im not just saying it so it can be spoken
but im saying it to be heard
dont misinterpret my feelings
cuz i mean what i said and i said that i love you.
Give me a minute to explain my feelings for you
cuz you are worth it.
Babygirl Just give me one chance
to make this whole love thing
be an experiance that you been longing for,
thats worth it,
that you been searching for.
ughhh i know your ex wasnt the best
they hurt and misused you,
how could someone make u feel so low
that u become use to it?
Hurt and decieved
lied and mistreated
are feelings u felt
when they walked up and just cheated
or walked up and just left you
standing there all alone
not knowing what to do,
not knowing what to feel,
not knowing who to trust,
just leaving u there with the feeling of hurt.
If words ment something
I would tell u that i love you
and that i will give you the happiness
that u deserve
gaining your trust
not making you feel all alone
in the cold
not knowing where else to go
cuz like i said
your ex wasnt the best
and im not saying im perfect
cuz i will make mistakes too
but i promise
I will never give up on you
baby just know that i got you

let me tell it as it is
read me true
leave yourself behind

He ran until he could no more,
Insipid pawprints, on all fours.
He was instantly taken aback,
Thinking they'd attack!
But fooled by him,
His reflectin oh, so grim!
He pranced through the night,
Out of his own hidden fright.
Yet it wasn't until,
He solemnly stood still.
But there had not been a sound,
As he foolishly turned back around.
If he only knew he was not the same,
Would he experiance no shame.
But he walked unwillingly amongst the night,
With not a sound heard, not a sole in sight.

Conseption begins through making love to a strong man.

Nine months of waiting, and watching your body change. To feel life growing inside of you is nothing more the complete and utter beauty.

With this experiance you gain an understanding of ones purpose in life. The birth and every moment after is a emotion most people dreamed about complete bliss at knowing pure love.

Sequence of words and repetetion,
made of beautiful lines and concentration,
deep thinking makes the sentence to flight,
all is called along and named as rhyme,
in it there are pouches of errors,
makes the expression of fellings that matters,
modified meaning of writing,
belongs to a thing,
sharp and blunt teasing collection of experiance,
it does not have any limitation or resistance,
it is a flow of small nick in mind,
passionate feel it winds,
every time ****** spelling it consists,
anyone can write a rhyme if he break the walls of cyst

My dream,all um dreaming  about, the one um dreaming about,the vission i have,the future i still picture..will all be gone  my future ,the person i wanna be, the career ,the goal i wanna archive will soon be gone away from me when i die um afraid of death.....               My enemy will laugh an rejoice while my love ones will cry an say "ferwell we will mit again"  who i am and what i am will soon be for nothing..the good that i have done and the bad that i have done will soon be for nothing...my experiance of both will soon die with me,,,,my family and friends will soon be fillfull with blood tears..soon i will be forgetten as the earth get ride of me an put me under its ground where my body will be eaten by worms while my spirit will remain to the lord,,an the lord will look at me an smile from his golden throne an will say to me ""my child this is eternity an i promize you that today life in earth is past but here it start anew,,,the lord will welcome me an keep me in his arms an give me his special care an say you are welcome to your new home an my heart will heal from the pain of the earth,,and oh if i will still have it,the pain of losing the one i love,,,but the day i will die it will be my great life exprience an no more pain ,my soul will be at peace while my body will be at pieces but i will look at you and say *why cry when a soul is set free an put to rest fortunatly you wont hear me  others will be singular without me but once they forgettern about me their lives will be simplicity..so i dont wanna die so young

We ourselves claim to know ourselves.
From top to bottom from the inside, out.
But to view our actions from an outside face,
is something that we'll never know.
Can't experiance it for our own.
It's a journey that comes to facts that who we thought was us, was maybe not.
So in the end who are we?
The person we say we are or the one that the world and society sees before them.

I walked up a hill
A hill covered in asphalt
Ugly, treacherous land
Although the land, hideous
The land beyond
More beautiful, than anything seen
I climbed this difficult landscape to see
To experiance
What it would be like
To stare into the eyes of true beauty

In my return
It was gone
Burned to ashes
Now i stand here
Realizing the land I loved
Has abandoned me
Standing here
My truest fear has become reality

In my return
I have lost the love i had for only seconds
Yet I have lost the love i have longed for
My entire life.

I look in the mirror and I see it in my eyes,

I start to feel it in my heart,

It's all things that can make a man cry,

It is distance that we part



I didnt think it would take much for you to realize,

To read between the lines,

To look deeper inside,

Take the time,

For us to confide



It's love I wish to share,

It's something fragile I need to give,

So please listen, take a chair,

My life...with you, I want to live



One second,one minute,one moment,

I want you to give me,

To show you what Im worth,

To get you to believe

Cupid has lended me a curse,

Of falling in love with the first I see



Im sickened by you, I need a love nurse,

I really think I do, I do

They say that some phenom makes your heart skip a beat,

And I know its because of you



The thought of love, passion, or desire,

I think of it as love's heart burn,

Because my heart finds you hot like fire,

For the love teacher, I have already learned



Now I want to quit wasting time and acually experiance it,

They say choose where your heart takes you,

So I try things a bit,

because your heart is known to seek truth,

And I followed my hearts footsteps

It lead me to where I met you...

.

It's like your dead, and I dread each day that I get trapped inside my head.

I want so badly to speak to you sadly, to share all these feels, there is a missing part of me that your supposed to fill.

This is requiring a self-control that is tempering my soul...

and I got so many questions but too afraid to go on the quests that gets them

like,

will the love prevail even after we failed? will I see you again and then we get to try again to win? Or is this it? This is the end? but what comes after the end except to begin...but what am I beginning?A new life without you doesn't feel like winning.

I've been quenched,my hearts been hardened and now I am numb.

I've been heated,my mind has meltedand now I am dumb.

I've been cooled,my spirit is tougher,but it is hard not to succumb...

This experiance of gaining self-control is painfully tempering my soul.

i wanted to tell you
all about me
about my experiance
with my poetry
there is more to me
then what you see
and if your jelous
that's not because of me

because jelousy is a sin
and i won't have it
because poetry is about whats inside
and i love it

and i'm not making it a contest
because i love what i do
and it really hurts me
if you think i'm trying to

i almost shed a tear
when i saw you thought that of me
but then i thought to myself
"it's not about me, it's about poetry"

and if one poet can take away your love like that?
if maya angalou came here
would she take one look and say
"i need a new carrer, fast"

no, she would take one look and say
"these people are gifted"
she would absorb that
and then her spirits would get lifted

so that's me
any questions?
no?
i didn't think
so come on
you're a poet
take some respondsability

End my life they Say.
So very Easy
Experiance Pain they have not.

i don't like talking about myself
because i'm not in poverty
and i don't see me in the mirror
because there's a glass side of me

i don't do trust exercises
because i'm not prepard to fall
i try to give my all
but sometimes i am not there at all

people
are weakned
people
don't have so much on their plate
but i am not a person
i'm the church's v8

sometimes i can't take people
talling me to talk more about me
as if telling you
what i see in a mirror
is going to help humanity
but i can't help everybody
and right now someone is commeting suicide
because i wasn't there
and that's one of the things my 12yr old heart cannot bare

i have a lack of experiance
i was brought up that way
so if i don't speak so much about me
that's because there's nothing to say

so that's me
for those who wanted a poem about me
you annoyed me enough to get a poem from me
so here
take it
**i don't want it

Mountains and Bridges.
Converting Thoughts to Action.  
Lost  in the  Dense Forest for a while.
Saw Life from a different perspective.
Took Shelter in a Cave.
Experiance the warmth of your love.  
Then Got drenched in the Rains...
which took away the past and  pain.
Came across a Beautiful Oasis.
Which was filled with Roses.  
The Journey further continues with more passion and aggressiveness.

There is a poetic beauty to sadness. Eventhough it nips at your heels, and stains your heart. Each painful experiance you survive has the potential to make the happy ones that much more precious.

Five senses attracted people in a lighted room
and be one lonely man long I thought
which one I should follow

Wanting my llife to be worth of more likes
I stared at the five senses
wondering which one to please

They say an eye for an eye,
that vision is ideal
but to me vision was blind

The privilege to hear
the lovely melodies of life,
but hearing turned me deaf

The taste of life,
feeling deep the flavor of each experiance
but to me life  was tasteless

It is the touch that affects mankind,
a babie's most used sensor
but I only touched rasors

All the beautiful smells in the world,
a fresh flower's beginning
but I ony got to smell the dead ones

Oh,these senses that people follow
vision,hearing,taste,touch and smell
are only to fulfill their materialistic nature

The sixth sense,
the one most misunderstood by mankind
this is the one everyone should follow

The sixth sense,
not instict but a man mind's spirit and persona
a world too small for unmaterialistic virtues.

Really, not sure how or why we here.

I know, wont be long till we disappear.

I think, this is just an experiance.

I've been working ******* my fearlessness.

I dont back down, but fight dont mean fist.

Im not too sure but i get the gist.

& ill get a swift gust of wind
Ill ride it to oblivion.

Nobody knows everybody just thinks.

But as for me, ill love all.
Just cuz.

Just Cuz life is wonderful.