a volcano moon-

lets run through the tides one more time, 
our foot prints wont hold our memories. 

Ritz-Carlton Paper

One out of many as I sit alone.

So many coming, or so many going.

The room is circular but hardly a circle.

 A hall way or a portal to happiness or freedom to get away or come.

It makes the circular room special and not a circle at all.

Orange hat, blue hat. Lucky or not.

 I’m not the lucky one sitting in a square in a circular room.

 Or simply is everyone lucky, they go or come.

 Happy or sad would be asking the same question.

This man is special, different than everyone else.

Blue again, another walks by dressed in blue.

So many lines, so many different ways.

Very different shades of black and white are constantly being crushed as different shapes and sizes of similar feet walk.

What makes them different?

The middle of the room they all sit. Sit and talk or search or read.

 Just unplugged from everyone else.

Are they special or gifted? I think not,

just less aware of everything natural in life.

Everything they have been given a chance to see,

 touch, and mainly feel!

Feel the words, the sounds, the colors and shapes.

 Does anyone notice? Does anyone share with me, share how I feel?

 Possibly.

The bubble gum pops, brown eyes side to side.

 Young colorful bag with old lady, cool shoes for old women.

 Does anyone else see the lucky or unlucky people in the circular room like I do?

 One dog ugly, tons of people. different.

 Just about everyone with some thought-clueless to the rest of the world.

 The light comes through, not the same on every side.

Strange for a circular room.

Black dots everywhere, part of the design?

Or simply flaws?

Wont ever know…

It slides down my throat, not as smoothly as hoped, moistens the cracked lips.

 It was quick, thick pink cold all gone, just a cone now, but almost not there at all.

 Does she look at me time and time again?

She’s old, just fixed her home, but a bit poor.

 Fifty dollars or twenty dollars makes a big difference in her eyes:

she’s much older.

 I finally look, it’s not at me, just simply at others.

 Forty-five minutes to go, time passes but at a turtles pace.

To bad this old man isn’t the hare…he’d be losing the race,

but instead he is better off then everyone else,

 his old age,

comes less cares.

 His cold ice cream feels perfect going down, not a worry in his face, just wrinkles.

She looks lost or confused, but she can’t be.

 Only two ways out of the circular room, the hall or one of the six doors to everyone’s ticket away or home,

for me home.

My door is a good one, it’s in the middle of two others

but close to the end.

Number two,

 my ticket home.

 On my plane yet?

 Only a fool would think so, soon though I hope.

 I look, she looks away,

maybe she’s trying to read what I write, maybe not.

“Sitting on the dock of the bay.” a line from a good song.

 I can relate.

He sits and watches the tide, I watch the people.

Just sit and waiting is that all life is?

 No!

Can’t be.

 I’m not waiting just given a chance to observe.

 Last page, last ten minutes till boarding, I’m ready to fly!

 I gather my things, pencil dulls, my turn is up,

 I am now special.

politician.

'you let me be myself, i could not ask for more. 
you make me comfortable, and i trust you. 
you do not judge. 
you listen. 
and i love you.'

we walk on this earth, for a moments time.
an end is always near, do not wish for immortality,
as suffer is all it bares.
this moment will forever be yours,
 but you do not control it..
can only embrace it.

6/17

it's a wonderful life we were given. the vibrations of the world run through our veins, day in and day out we push forward, making decisions for something else to come. another moment, a place, a time, a vision. the truth is what drives us, we strive to accomplish it, hold on to it, understand and connect. it sets us free when we choose to use it, make it our own. instead we deny it and shy away. our view of reality is a confused one, it's a sense of hope, passion, but it is not an honest one. we are given this life to live, find the treasures buried in the sand, and use them for joy. there's to much around. so much offered to use to indulge in. we must dance and bask in the glory and laughter with the setting sun. embrace this gift by not floating by, pave your way while living amongst the stars, they only get brighter when you get closer. this land is our playground, jump about and build your castle, only you hold the key. be, live your dream. that should be your reality, because nothing else matters, or is important enough to worry.

a dear friend of mine.

let me tell you about a friend of mine..
he saw an old man wheel chair bound,
stuck it a ditch rolling around.
watched all the people walk cowardly by,
as if to anyones surprise.
turn their heads as if fully unaware,
my friend walked over and pushed him all the way there.
my dear friend ends up missing his bus,
we must do good in this world regardless.

he looks on to me, an says i'm his angel..
i only hope he knows he's mine.

m o t i v a t e  others, it spreads  h a p p i n e s s

.

when is hate a recommended value? 

to tell me i am wrong..who made you the boss?

because i believe differently then you, my opinion is no good?

on what criteria are you judging me?

--i wonder if it just makes you feel better about yourself..?

run in the tides.

a duck's a duck,
a goose so white,
this fire burns the night so bright.
i hide among the moon,
it's a mask predetermined,
..a high floating balloon.
for a crawl in the sand,
leaves you a clean young man.
i enjoy this night as it only comes once.

its for you.

we make our own evils in this world. we create these false ideas of what we can and can't do, we're stuck, or not capable of, it's all just perception. our minds control everything, and that's why i keep referring to happiness, cause when your happy you are in a good mood and opportunities always seem to come your way when your in a good mood. 

a walk in the park.

a challenge breathes fire into your spirits,
lifts you up when you are low,
turns stress to determination,
be aware,
each moment is uncommonly good.

logic was driving the car..


i took the bus.

365 days ago.

take a walk with me outside that social norm..
judge me,
watch me,
hate me,
envy me,
not rollin with you.
love me as i love you.

be mysterious to those that don't know you...they'll never know your mystery. 

can you imagine it?

the most dangerous three lettered word..
-yes

a hollywood party.

To many, one apart.
All together, sly as dart.
Two for you and we will charish.
Among the rest, drink, false-n-parish.
Split to the pea, three to stand.
Quickly away, knee deep in sand.
Was it waist, with shovel?
Or photoshop, and a 87peice puzzel.

Started out, awkward, stranded.
Unplenshed, sprung, unpluged.
Join upon others, drink with foes.
Picture frames, colored nose.
Red, 3rd. Left on vine.
Raised above, orange peeled rhyme.

Gaining and grouping, froth and crime.
No longer, linger, flash with paste.
Empty mugs, clogs, crocking frogs.
Dispurse fast. Spilled and poured.
Foe, partner in fame.
Half drawn, nickel and dame.

Esclade quick.. Done for now.
Later back, save the bow.

i am the darkness.

I am the darkness. 

I run round roof tops stealthy at night, 

looking for some vandal to pick a fight. 

You'll never know I'm there, until it's to late,

 I swoop from above with my darkness cape.

 My mask is cold, color of black,

 if you don't watch out I'll take the shirt from your back.

 If you have a good eye you might see me in the distance,

 but don't get your hopes up and give no resistance. 

For when I come out of the shadows, it's a one time deal,

 I'll get you quick, like a fast food meal. 

My name is the darkness don't put it to test,

 I have no problem showing you my best.

 I'm coming for you, so stay in side, 

I'll find you, where ever you hide. 

'before the wind wakes up'

Our shadows being painted on the canvas of the ocean.




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Standing by the shore, I write this note..whose it for? A deep breaths' never felt so good. 




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 create the bubble..dive into it, jump around, then lay down. you'll wake up on the lawn of a kings palace, soaking up that sun- 

shine on me.

The moon floats above the sea. It blends into the sky...you'll never know where it lies. It hangs over us for ever, you are our captain, our guiding light. Good night.the moon sets in the horizon.  

i think i might have figured it out.

I think I might have figured it out. I write the moment in the way I perceive it, at that exact time, no more no needed to improve or make different; revive to impress? draft to alter, make change, host a false sense of honesty an pride.. I don't think so. Why do it any other way? For yourself an that moment..be selfish with it. take it for all it's worth an nothing more. Our minds are capable of tremendous activity, not comprehendable nor desired..so don't understand, just accept and believe in yourself. Forever an always you must put yourself first: be happy with who you are an what goals you are potentially capable of not just over coming but surpassing with flying colors. Once you have found your happiness an trust within yourself, then only then can you do among others. Do not kid yourself for what you might think is your reality, until you have been able to appreciate any and all others opinions an beliefs as strictly their own. You may then, an oh you really shall, take, grasp that opportunity for all it's worth and share yours with them as they you. Explore through observation, put yourself among friends, foe an the unknown, open your mind to their traditions an culture. For as you would wish of him. Stray from persuasion, an dance with open arms.    Hug the first person you see, shake the mans hand to the right, and walk arm n arm with those you are unfamiliar.. embrace as you would your own, never know how dear a person could be. One act, a single motive to do good, is all it takes. who's written laws, rules, suggestions or way of life should we follow? give me a reason that I can agree with in being reasonable enough to answer the question. But until then I would like to lead my own. Not to say one should disobey all direction directly or all together, but have a voice and don't scoot by. Make yourself proud feeling accomplished.  make that mark on the world, write your name with the stars and rest easy when you know you have done all you possibly can..for that is self righteousness. an you may now go in peace with a smile on your face.