Love is

Love is poetry
Love is words
Love is time

For I love poetry because the words I make can save a life and that means more time to live

Love is beauty
Love is ugliness
Love is peace

For everyone who loves beauty and also enjoys the 'ugly' side of things will find peace in all and everything

Love is clockwise
Love is counterclockwise
Love is never ending

For if love moves forward love can always go back through memories and never end the night without a kiss

Love is always
Love is forever
Love is now

For if love always shows up on time you don't need to wait for forever because it is now that love is

Grandpa Byron

My

Grandfather

Was a star

Every day

He would shine

Every night

He would outshine

Until,

One day,

During the night

His light

Was extinguished

And

Now,

Seeing him fade is taking time

A Story on Students

My students learn so much. They asked me what KKK meant. The school blocked the site. I want them to learn. To expand their vocabulary. To be better than me. To reach their dreams. Not the tests. One told me that they hate school. I agreed. School is not for anyone. School is school. Teachers get paid through passing grades. Kids just pass to get "good job" compliments on the lips of pushers. Principals teach the faculty enough to have them find the answer themselves and erase the mistakes on boards. They all learn. We find the answer. We all hate the system. Teachers are Super Heroes. I'm still a student at the feet of my students. They may never know. Years from now I'll be back to visit. Not because I want to see how they're doing. But to see how far they made it without me. How far they went with their hate for exams and made it into a getaway. I will worry. Not because I'm scared but because I care that they care. I got a note. "Thank you for staying by my side". It was scribbled in pencil. I thought they never knew the gifts they give me make me put them in my pockets and "Ok, thank you. Now go sit down please". No job was given to me to take care of them. I'm taking care of me. They're just my instruments of knowledge. My books. The pages that are writen daily. They're my "bible". A book I follow. I'm hard on them because they succeed. I know them, I know how they are. Well, no that would be a lie. I know how they can be sometimes. I stay around because they gave me gifts. I've gotten stickers, shiny pencils, thank you notes, and hugs that keep them warm even in the weather Miami holds. "I hate you". I know they do. Somehow they turn around and run up to me, give me a handout that turns into "it's my birthday". I know it is. I love our secrets. Simple words teachers will never understand. "Look what I wrote". That's great, I wish I was as creative. Imaginative like they are. Thinkful like they are. Moving like they are. "No, don't call my parents." They're not home. I am though. You can come over and have a meal. "So if we come over we can listen to explicit music? Cool". Yea, that's cool. "That's my brother". Yea, I am your brother. I didn't ask to be. "I wish you were my brother...Can you be my brother?" Sure I can be whatever you want me to be. "Ok, well don't tell anyone." I pinky promise. Will you do your work? Good, keep it up. Keep it up. Keep you up and I'll stay down on my knees. Climb on my back and I'll never fall down. "What is five times twenty?" "Wow, he's smart." I'm not. You are. "Whats City Year times City Year?" Power. The power to ask question and search them yourself. Come back when you have an answer, then we'll come up with it together. "Yes? Your hand was up, wasn't it?" "No, I was just stretching." Good one. I love laughter. Oh and did I forget, tag "you're it!"

Sea Shell

She don't sell sea shells by the sea shore
She sees sea shells broken in seed spells
She sees she sells
But she don’t do like she sea sells, seed cells
So she seed shells
Sails away from seed cells
Because she don’t want to give up her sea cells
She sees sea sells
But she don’t buy sea shells from what he sells, he cells
She just sea shells until he sails
And then she sees seeds lost in she sales
She knows well so she sea shells
She she shells, underneath sea shells

Tough times

tough times make for rough rhymes
sighs and cries cry on the inside
abide by my life's struggles
and mugged by robbers of the night
disguised as neighbors of truths and joy
sent to destroy happiness of the blessed
guess the stress kept in my chest
I’m restless, breath less
moving to melodies of broken tunes
walking over tombs of history
making sure i make it out of misery
and leave it behind with the sands of yesterday
where hands of despair never touched today
make way for hope and heaven
keep your head up high 24/7
where dreams stay alive
strive to make better days
with better ways
crave for stainless minds
that wonder of insidious misconceptions
letting everything not an accept-ion
only to export an input an expert put in
so stay wise and keep your eyes open
to sunlight in dark caves
one day you will be saved
saved from pain and insane thoughts
i fought the struggle
and made it through
so can you
even with your back to the wall
there is a way out of the fall
so as days get colder
my mind gets older
but my shoulder never leaves
cuz i believe in you more than me
be free and spread your wings
fly with angels and sing
"i once was blind but now i see"
find the right signs and breathe
leave behind insecurities with deceit and disbelief
you gonna find some relief
no thief could steal your dreams
just feign for outlet
set a plan for days and nights to come
you still living under the sun
with rays to keep you warm and safe
and blue skies to keep you in place
replace that broken smile with spoken words
nothing is ever absurd
just as long as you believe in yourself
will wealth appear before you
its true that lies hurt more than broken tries
but before you begin to despise
forgive and remember
you are a member of life
and strife will always be there

Normality

My life is confusing. Very. I understand this. That is why I've come to realize that everything is normal. Otherwise, it would not be alive. Thus, people acting crazy, world democracy, poverty, belief or disbelief in god, heaven and hell, military and the pride for ones country in anothers soil, eating cereal for dinner and other "weird" occurences and actions and beings are all normal. If you think about it anything in life is normal. Although there may be captivating and very intruiging things in life they are all normal. If not then they would not occur or come to pass. When has anyone set standards in inscriptions to say anything or anyone is normal. Although I know I would not like to think war and poverty and ill stricken deceases as normal I believe its true. They are in our life cycle. It should not have to happen but it does. Now to think someones action or reaction is different is to think everything needs to be the same. Yes, changes are around us but aren't changes always there. Maybe we just don't see things often and push them to abnormality or maybe we just blind ourselves with daily routines. But I for one see this world as normal. Just because its not.

Suicide Help

Suicide murders ppl. Its understandable. To give up when all is downhill. Its always easier to do so. Always easier to take that last breath instead of that last step out of it. Maybe its the mindset that if all is terrible why not leave and not have to live through it anymore. Isn't better to just be happy? It is but to go through the fire and get burned is better than to be skeletons. And I've been there. We all have. Its better to give up on life if you're on the point of doing so. The actions taken from depression are to be thought out twice. See in the mindset of giving up on life you start off with hate and anger or sadness towards the tribulations that are not deserved to happen. Then thoughts roam into loved ones and reasons why the body is still alive. But its the hardships that make you realize things you'll miss. If you give up on everything in life what do you have left? Life. If you gain everything in the world what do you still have? Life. Now either option is quite the opposite but parallel in meaning. If you ever think of leaving this world think twice or three times or until you're quite sure of your actions. Some people aren't strong enough to make that step but are loud enough to ask for help and in the end its just whispers. Everyone needs someone in this world. Its all a matter of reaching out to those not in need but in life. All it takes is hello. How are you? It'll take someone far. To care is to spare time to those who will care to spare time with you. Enjoy living as long as you have it. living six feet under is not as good as living six feet over. Take a second and breath. Contemplate and alleviate. Express and move a step closer to whatever your dreams are. Now keep that in mind. I understand. Its up to you. And we are all here reaching out to those in life. Even if you don't see my hand just reach out and you'll be ok. Enjoy. One.

Purpose

My purpose in this life is to save the world and be an example.

19 years, it took me to find that out. I know I'm young or old but how would I know that's my purpose? Well, my story is well, more stories. Somehow it seems like I can relate to so many people. It seems like what I've been through or seen or heard I can understand sometime or another. That in turn helps me when people ask for advice. There goes the somehow someway. Somehow there's help on my lips, on the tips of my fingers or maybe just my smile. I don't see what others see. But it seems like they see Superman. And trust me its hard being Superman. I should know. My back always aches but I'd sacrifice my bones to make your structure stronger. I'd sacrifice my life so someone else can live. See I'm not afraid of death. I read a book, which I can't remember but will put up when I get the name, which said "expect the unexpected." And I do. That's why I'm so thankful of life. There are many times I could've died. I don't really care if I would have or will do. It will come in time. And as time lets me live I can give anothers second chances. I'm just jose but I've saved lives. I made lives. I have tries so you can try one more time. And that's how I come in with my examples. My life. My world, the way things went from death to a breath of fresh air. So stare at me. I want you to learn from my mistakes. My missed takes. My downfalls and my lessons learned. I don't want to save everyone. I want to save whoever I can. In my life I've seen so many people. I've heard so many people and I've lived so many events. Now I just share what I learn and listen. I only try to learn nowadays. If I teach its not because I want to but because its asked for. And I think that's better than forcing information to inform of a forcing power in someone's mind. So I open my eyes I see the pain, the hate, the love, the lies, the truths and the little things that make a big difference. I don't know how it happens but they're all in my vision. And as far as I can see I try to lead by example or example a leader. If you want a man or woman ask my friends. They'll talk to you. They know. They are what they are. If you want a success story look at my kids. Look at all the people I've ever met or seen. They all have one. And I'm just the helper that helps her or him see their potential and capture it in their hands so they can touch you with their greatness. I just want to help you by you helping yourself. Now that I know my job I can enjoy it for the rest of my life. It may be hard but its not worth it. Its just pay for smiles, something priceless.

Lesson Learned Random

The past is something I don't cast as a scene for my memory bank. So I don't pay for any nightmares or dreams to be replayed. Somehow they still make cents. They make me pay for my debts. They make me pay for my future. I await the dreams that occur on a daily basis as though a present for my presence. Thinking maybe they hold meanings. But there's always those nightmares. And that's when I'm sent back to the darkest corners of my thoughts and visions. The days where coldness numbed my emotions so much I felt death. Literally dead with no motives. That is why I speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil because I ignore my last steps as though they were never taken. That's why I don't remember. I choose not to. Not because life's been hard. Not because I don't care. But because I choose to care too much. I choose to care for my future to create yours. You don't know me because I choose not to go back to the person I used to be. I choose to see the next before I see any accomplishments or any defeats that have broken me. My past is not that bad. Although you may think so if you take time to listen. Time to hear every word for every breath I've taken. But that's too much. Too much for me to remember every detail. So if you want to know...you'll never know. I'll never know. I don't like going back for anything. I leave behind smiles to make room for more smiles. I don't know about you but I love loneliness and sorrow as much as I love to love the love that loves before accidents leave fragments in pieces that are in Peace. Us, just doesn't work if me and you can't agree. So I stay away from mirrors to see broken reflections and fixed scenes. I just move ahead and do the opposite of what flamed flesh does with sand. Think about it. I live. I live because of my past but i choose not to reflect on it unless you ask. So just be ready to listen to everything I have to say. You might just get tired from my life. I know I am...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

"If I can teach something so be it. Hope somebody learn something from it" - Nas

I wish I could help the world more. There are so many people that need more, not want more, need more. There are people that need homes, people that need comfort, people that need a family, people that need a reason to live. I wish I could touch all of them with their stories. Meaning I wish I could be the mirror of their reflection so they can see how amazing they are. You don't need money to be a star. You just need to shine.

Yesterday, I went to a Silent Art Auction for Stand Up For Kids. As I was mingling with a variety of people I realized we are all trying to help out in some way or another. Yet, throughout my life, I still wish I could save more. I wish I had the opportunity to see more people and help them. It's a tragedy knowing there are people left behind. Not even through ACTS. It was a wonderful moment, a nice realization of knowledge. I learned that my life consists of service. As I told my life over and over to these people walking around I noticed that they're quite amazed at what I've done. I just laughed it off, and said it's a part of life. I kept hearing that question, "How old are you?" I wanted to tell them 10 years old. Just like I tell my students. (My grandma told me she was 11, 6-5...6+5 and thats why she's 11. She is young...and I've taken to doing that to my age as well.)
After letting out my age like another word for conversation, they just admired that age like it was the youngest age to ever accomplish anything. I couldn't believe it. They just stared with open eyes, even a Staff Attorney looked at me with admiration. They had wondered what would give me the reason to serve, to give, to help. It's all a part of my life.

I need not money, I need not admiration, I need not awards, I just need someone else to live better than before. I've met so many people in my life, and I am grateful for having the opportunity to do so. Now, I wish everyone the best of luck. This world is nothing without you.

I serve because I always have a new reason to serve everytime you ask me.
One day, you should just smile at someone, say hello, and have a great day. You might meet the 67 president....I know I have.

I leave you with this: In my Uncle's words I'm "Trying to live between the earth and the sky, and not get dirty."

One

Wreckless Driving

I'm driving on this road and I get to a fork in the road
Unlike Frost, I'm going to fast
Traveling on wheels and not feet
That's why I can alway U-turn back to the right direction
Maybe, it's that's I'm lazy
If I see the road is hazy, I can always turn two lefts to make a right
Choice, is on empty if gas tank blinks on and off
I have no more oil to spill, it's no emergency
I just have to live with the tank being empty
Until I find a station to tune into
Then I can enjoy the sounds of
"do you want your windshield cleaned?"
No, I just want to escape back into this road
I want to let my face fly in the breeze
I want to fly, and get wings so I won't have to drive anymore
I want to walk so I won't have to drive anymore
I want to choose a road to follow
Instead of letting my soul wander out into the night
Like a wreckless driver.

ONE


I write for the stories I see. I need not your words of inspiration, or transgressions.
I see enough by the end of the day. I hear what you don't see.
Call me a prophet but I don't profit from your story or my words.
I don't do it to represent Detroit, Miami, Honduras or the world.
I do it to represent the people of the world. I am the arts, so Paint ME.