I can't write always.

Sometimes I cant write what I want to say
My thoughts are as plenty as the stars
but shy away like broken dreams
so if my steps cast a shadow don’t follow me,
because I’m hollow sheets
just words on nature to capture everything
but I don’t even know all the words in the world
so how am I to explain the emotions
feelings either hidden or on the surface, its impossible.
unable to create with ignorance
but if I choose to learn its on me
unless I pay enough to collect investments
although my pockets stay priceless
my memories go wasted in trash bins
ready for recycle, and then I begin, all over again
write to the question that questions that one
why is the reason to live to find a lively reason
to understand that stand that’s under felt
or under handed, or just under the feet
of people who don't respect life

Enjoying Enjoyment

Loves laughs.

I enjoy my life.

Things are good, and I can hold small moments of greatness in my memory.

It's all good.
I love.
I live.
It's life.

She's funny.

My BestFriend thinks she can cook a better Omlet than I can.

I find that funny.
Don't you?

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I Free Write.

I write for me
For the truth that never lies
For the security blank pages hold
Ever left a blank page in your book?
There’s so much in between those lines

I go horizon and travel the world
I let my ink take me away like a rivers’ water
I travel to under-developing countries
I travel to over-developing countries
I travel from one side of the world to the other side

I leave my words to follow me or go vacation
They love to serve so they chef
They cook for the feeding soul and hungry minds
I pay sense to those who pay attention

Pay attention, its one mic
I rock the mic so the only way the next poet can melt it is if they burn the stage
It’s rage; the red that calls next

First, a line begins by adding bodies
I don’t multiply sorry’s because there is justice
I’m locked up because of my changes
I don’t sing songs if I’m no longer alive
I pass down my words like a last name or a gene

It’s my seeds for those whose tree’s leave
I don’t stump the growth of less likely’s
I give respect so they grow courage
I’ll be the wizard at the end of the Yellow Brick Road

I’ll be waiting for my gift
It seems like I’ve done my part, let me receive
I’ll unwrap your dreams slowly
So when I open them, I can enjoy the suspense
Be my plot, we’ll climax towards a solution

Let’s love love, let’s hate hate
Let’s make sure we both get to live
I’m always in a story
You might find me somewhere in this world
Either way, I’ll always be there

Our Spirit, Discipline, Purpose, and Pride

When a problem arises people usually try one way to fix it.
We have different ways to look at problems to solve them.
With kids I give them other ways to be right.
We don't look much on the negatives.
We look more on the possitives and get a situation that's right for both sides.
We give these kids chances.
We let them understand; realize and live.
We give these kids insight inside what's in sight.
Nobody can say we don't try.
We do more than that.We listen and we tell them that's more than a possibility.
It's a chance.
Go prove yourself.
Be the out of what's in.
Go show the world you're not numbers.
Show them you're more than 1 in 100.
Be the you you know how to be.
We love you.
We learn to love you.
We love you.
Everything that makes you.
When you hurt we cry.
We die on the inside when you don't have that many people on your side.
We've been through the rides.
So we want to provide the information that gives you the most fun.
The most happiness; we are in your life so you can make our life better.
We overlook all that when we can't see the difference.
We feel it but we need to make sure we can see the greatness that you are.
You are great.
A star, afar you are and still somehow feel you.
Our kids, our students, our idealistic views that spirit, discipline, purpose and pride can live in all of us if we learn to love one another with our flaws, imperfections, and chaos.

I live with my mistakes but why can't I have someone who knows my flaws and admit it. Can you find someone who'll tell you what's wrong? Is your friend your half? Are you half full or half empty? I'm half thoughtful. I don't know if I should believe that you can find perfection where imperfection is looked as a sin. I have to be, seem, and dream like him. I need the most babes. "Babe, no it wasn't me...". I can't tell if I should marry and love or mary and stick it through the thick and thin. Do we win the game if we don't play it wrong? It's in all the songs. Stop and listen, hear what's in between the lines? I dine with wine to fine the dimes that align with me. But I'm wrong for saving others when more need the help. How many girls need to feel love to understand where happiness lies? Do they need it before they die? It seems like girls want love so they can feel whole, and males just want to be respected. The music sings what you listen to. You need to listen to what you're hearing. Sometimes the beat hides the knowledge people can't read through. I don't do see through because it's not that easy. Please see peace isn't about understanding what life is about but finding ways to make seem better. If you think out the box you find something someone's hiding. But if you find it you're wrong for not living through the fire. You don't want to get burned but to get burned is to feel the struggle and be able to survive. I can't survive with that in my mind. I'll die from too many thoughts thinking too much. My mind can't stand twisted roads or forked paths. I need direction. I need answers. I need questions. I need a reason. I need to believe. I need to learn. I need to like. I need to love. I need to hate. I need to be reasonable. I need vision. I need understanding. I need acceptance. I need blessings. I need hope. I need trust. I need life. Love. Happiness.

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I wonder what happens when you know so much. Like for example, how do the 5 percent-ers know so much? And somehow I feel as though I'm one of them. It scares me. How do I "know" so much? How do I understand so much? Maybe it's because I found myself. I know my limitations, my needs, my wants, my dreams, my, my, my life. And all I want in life is to find happiness. That is my goal. I want to have happiness for always and not just those "Kodak moments". I want to be different. I can't think like this society. I can relate or understand why the world is like it is now but I don't think I can follow it. How do I know this society is right for me? I haven't tried to live in other countries. Maybe I would better in Italy, or Japan, or Australia. Who knows? I don't and that's why I'm searching for that happiness. I'm looking for that feeling that you feel but don't know how to describe it. It's just good, or great, or awesome, or all smiles. That's what I want. I want to live like there's no tomorrow, but die like my tomorrow's where today. I want to find what I'm missing. I'm not missing anything materialistic but I'm missing that unknown source. Something I can't touch or see but something I can feel. If only my mind was strong enough to feel all three at the same time. Sometimes I can, depending on the situation and circumstance. That's another thing that scares me; how I can be one with my feelings and emotions. I don't get wrapped up in a lot of drama or chaos because I stay calm and view the scene in so many angles that I might just have made three different movies from just looking at it. Maybe that's just be, but I have to admit that that is some special power. I can decipher different thoughts, answers, or justifications and none of them could be right, but all of them could be possibilities. And when I speak of them no one understands and I'm left to be seen as crazy. Maybe you should try thinking outside the box. I just want you to understand...that's all.

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