When everything has been said,
What is left to speak, but recurrance in my speach, over and over..
Alike a painting, drawn within a single colour which fades into darkness, as there is nothing left the sweet, majestic ink could cover.
What is the sense for me to write if the message stays the very same?
Verily, I have forgotten the answer for this question a long time ago.
Perhaps it is, but the sign that the message can be conveyed in many possibilities, ways and forms, such as stories what makes them uniqe.
So even if a painting looks all the same at some point or another,
It is still art, brought from the depths of thoughts, from within a heart
A painting is a world of it's own, but so is a poem, or a simple novel.
Because each contains the hopes and wishes, the effort and care of the person, who made it their passion to create a wonderful piece of art.
Return to the same old place, with the same old pace and you might find  joy in what you came to see yet again, before your tired eyes.
Alike an imaginated landscape drawn within your heart, the memories of a happier time might paint you a world in your head.

~ Umi

Do I take you with me on this adventure I have been planning all my life?

On my journey I have dreamt of in math classes, late nights in bed,
and on lazy Sunday afternoons in the sun?

My plans for my adventure have never been static and have constantly changed over my few young years...

In my mind I have gone to Art school in Paris and backpacking through Morrocco and teaching in Costa Rica and done the Inca trail in Peru and spent time at a Kibbutz  in Israel and volunteered in India and sailed all the Seven Seas...

Now as I stand on the presipice of my Epic Journey,
not afraid, but invigorated, I have a choice;

I can go alone;  strong, fearless, ready to embrace the wolrd with arms wide open, wings spread and nothing and no one to hold me back from my dreams...

Or I can take you with me, share my adventure with you, and start a new journey that includes you?

We could make a path, you and I, through the world, where ever we choose to go, make our own adventure, new dicoveries... and have a very long journey together, and instead of worrying about old plans, make new memories.

Would you like to come with me on my adventure, my love?
Will you start a journey with me?

Dressed for cold
we met in the park

On a cold fall night

Were the only people awake
were us

walked until the morning came
walked with smiles on our faces

we were together
we were happy

Oh how i loved
the cloudy sky
and the way the air made my nose cold
cold enough to see my breath

walking on the derserted streets by your side

standing on a cliff listening to river flow away

and the lights of the wolrd made the world shine

played in the playgroud

and walking on a narrow step
trying to keep our balance  

oh the night was alive

oh how alive

we sat in a gazebo
quiet we were

wanting to kiss
but to shy

what a lovely way to spend the night
with you

with you

oh how lovely
your bright green eyes are

and your raspberry smile

how lovely
you are

I love it,
Snapchat, facebook, candy crush
Im high.

I sit at the table where we consume meals
Consumed.

Im lost in a colorful, fast paced, make believe world.
Missing the real wolrd.

I love it,
The instant gratification,
2 seond tweets and 60 second vines.

I feel the arms of the internet
Wrap around me,
Hold me tight and pull me close.

Pull me from my books,
Pull me from conversation,
Pull me from life outside this
5 inch screen.

I love my addiction,
And I don't know if I'll ever leave it.

A love for a Love

When an eye for an eye will turn the World blind,
Then I guess forgiveness must be the order of the day.

When a tooth for a tooth will lead the whole World toothless,
Then compassion must be first on the agenda.


When hate for hate will lead the  Wolrd into a thrall,
Then Love must be our prayer of the day.

When a punch for a punch will lead the World into a fright,
Then peace must be water we serve to all.

When an insult for an insult will lead the world into anxiety,
Then kindness must be our Walking shoes.

When a steal to steal will turn the whole World into thieves,
Then hand over must be the code of conduct.

When hatred for hatred will lead the Wolrd into a plight,
Then brotherhood must be the dream of society.

When ego for the ego will lead to World into arrogance,
Then honor must be our moral values as people.

When pomposity for pomposity will lead the World into tragedy,
Then humility must be our purpose of life.

When loftiness for loftiness will turn the World into a place of an egotist,
Then modesty must be our behavior pattern.

Don't let them tell you what to do!
it's all up to you!
The world was never made with their rules!
Defy Gravity if you wanna be above the rest!
We all know that you are the best, just prove it first!
This Is Your World!
Their Opinions are just optional!
You are The King/Queen Of This Wolrd!
Not Just In Your Mind!
This World Was Created For You!
Show Off your presence!
Make Them Jealous!
Feel Yourself too much!
You Rule!
Don't Let Anyone bring you down!
Their actions are just rubber bullets!
You have got an invisible golden Crown!
Your heart can never be broken because this is your world!
You can have whatever you want!
So don't you cry! Just defy Gravity and Fly!
You are more than what you think you are!
You are never gonna die if you realise that this is your world!

On and on and on
Fall Fall Fall
Coursed trek under ceaseless fire,
attempted to debate
and ended up
in the same place the
   next day as it was the day before--
death is the only thing
only to be made sacred as a coping method
--I cannot trade my remaining days
to look into the eyes of the dead once more--
of the living thru divinity absorbed

Same as the aeons-old saints that travelled endless caves and exited poorer

as they who sit legs in a basket
with homemade-shoelace-diadems crowning their head in the corner of their bedroom floor
as is the meek and deceiving and loving&caring and the useless.

Yes,I used to speak without thinking but I concussed for two years straight so how could you blame me?
On and on it's like we never stop falling
  even when we go our separate ways.
Time takes away everything, and there's no way around that.
And I was so young once and I was so inlove once that I
Forgot conjoined-twins were born together before later-on being severed...
I'm cold as the winter, it was a cold-*** December without you for the first time in a long time,
--won't find your way to what you're looking for when you don't know where you're going--

the fallout kills us before us the ******* bomb explodes.

We pluck stars from the sky and split them into sugary atoms and return the scrambled constellations like ill-fitting clothes yet you refuse to be proud of me anymore
a genius builded on words alone then kicked in head until he's no brain left hahahaha ***** who cares who cares for arguments at any rate

When we were born into a wolrd where it's so easy to get the last word in

To venture into the unknown
To stretch my limits
To boldly go where I have never gone before

If I never try somthing new
If I never teke on new challenges
I will never truly grown
In person
In mind
In body
In soul
In spirit

At times there will be points where I want to quite
I can not
For I can not and will not let the wolrd win
At times there will be great heartaches
I will not let it keep my down

The challenges of life
Are not stumbbling blocks
However they are stepping stones
Each step takes me
Higher into selfawareness
Fuller in the knowledge of
My own abilities
My own streangths
My own desire to progress and move foward

When I was younger I knew the world held the answers
Now that I'm older I understand life holds it all
To train your mind is to build your wolrd but how old should I be when I do it?
Before I was too young
When would I be too old
They say there's nothing really to it
The most powerful question to ask oneself is
'Where is my mind?'
A consistent thought
A power given
The tool simply being time

I thought it was your job to give me butterflies
Turns out the job is mind
To sincerely appreciate
To gratify and praise

The tool simply being time

To my friend, my strength
To my lover, my weakness
I commit to our butterfly garden
I'll train myself to love
That complex paradox
Yes my love, it is time

While my innocence grows thin
My heart grows strong
And my love, our love grows deep
Now time being the tool
I'll carve your name on my heart,
like you did when we first met
Touching my heart like there was nothing surrounding it
No bone nor muscle nor flesh

Now that puppies have gone
And taken their love
And life hits in ways innocent minds don't mix
To have impure intensions
In pure situations
What a fool
What a shame on me
Thought that was my fall
Thought I was stronger than thee

But atlast when the tool had completed it's task
I learn time is always on time
It was your butterfly
Our butterflies that saved me, us
When it spoke and asked 'where is your mind?'

Around this time quite a few moons ago
We'd spend this time chasing away the blue
Although it didn't really matter where and how
Every little detail fell into their own place somehow
In the light of your presence I see your expressions
It varies from moment to moment but I'm always paying attention
Every ounce of your beautiful smile I savored
Every bit of your laughter is something I always favored
Even the slightly unpleasant pain you feel I can see in your eyes
A fraction of your hurt resonates to my heart amidst the cries

Around this time quite a few moons ago
We shared our warmth in physical manifestations we undergo
Your loving embrace is a blessing in a day that is rough
The kiss of your lips are treasures I can never get enough
As I wrap my hands around you I became the happiest creature
And when you press your body in mine I can always imagine my future
The wolrd is at a standstill when you grace me with your audience
Time flies by when I hold your hand even in the deafening silence
I see the celestial beauty of the stars, I feel the bounty of the breeze
But they fall at your feet and everything you do with ease