sometimes, it's just the way you see the world
you can look at a deep bad situation
and still find something good in it

you can look at something considered ugly
and find the most beautiful thing in it

but i'm sorry if i can't find anything positive
whenever people are searching for their loved ones
between dead bodies and ashes

i'm sorry if i can't find anything good
whenever i see a grieving parent
talking about how they're never going to hold their kid again

hearts not only broken but destroyed
all over the world

and there's this question that lingers
"will this have an end?"

Holes in a wall give you a glance into a skeptical dimension
You see through, but have to ponder on what it is that you're seeing
The dimensions of life are an infinite amount
It just depends on how many eyes you have
And how your line of vision is aligned with the world

Poetry is like gusts of fresh air
Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis
Flowing emotions through the pen
Concealed pain written across the pages
Healing the pain which was long buried

“I like it when u laugh and enjoy life” You said
You opened my eyes and heart to the beauty around me
Those soulful eyes that drank my pain my thirst and emptiness

I have never felt so wonderfully alive
In your company, I feel transcendence..
You bring out the best in me.

I never myself knew, how adept at words I could be
Till the words I penned below.

Charming and poetic and magical your every demeanor has been
I know not if it is pretense or you really too feel so.
I am willing to risk this pain for a blithe share in your glory
Abandon my fears and live a little longer
For sooner my eyes shall open and I face reality
In your company I am heedless and free..

Another day, another dollar
But as time flies by
The world gets smaller

You can fold your bills
And count your cash
But the time you've spent
You can't buy back

I've got equity in memory
my debts are fully paid
I think it's time to undermine
All the rules they made

I "can't pay bills with adventure and thrills"
I may not sit rich
But I stand fulfilled

Your Legs grow weak
While your tires roll
Your mouth may eat
But you starve your soul

Five days of work
Two days free
Two hundred and fifty days per year
A slave to the economy.

Gotta eat to live
Gotta work to eat
Work, buy, consume, die
Rinse and then Repeat

The cycle needs broken
And system needs fixed
The corrupt world leaders
All need 86'd

I don't know how to do it,
I just know how to live
But I know I can't take it
So i guess I'll try to give.

Fix it when I break it
Make it when I need it
First I'll try to grow it
Then I get to eat it.

Plant the seeds
Not just for trees
But for intelligence
And philosophy.

The greatest human feats
Were once merely thoughts
So think about the world we have
Now make it what we want.

Never teach people about democracy only to cast aside their voices.

You see that girl over there? She looks so happy and free, but is she really?
To answer that question you must first think back, back to when you knew her. I know you did.
How did she act? Was she truly happy? Was there a spark in her eyes?
You know the answer, you know where I'm heading but I will still spell it out.
She was happy and care free, she loved to hang out, draw, sing, dance and just have fun.
She could put a smile on everyone's face, just by saying one word. One.
But that all changed, one fateful day, the day her life started going down.
Suddenly nothing was fun anymore and she struggled through everyday.
Things all changed the day you just left her on the street, alone. I know you regret that.
Deep down she knows you didn't mean to hurt her, but you did and there is nothing you can do.
Things shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be. Being alone and drowning within.
No one should have to feel like that. You know what you have to do but you won't do it.
You're scared that she will reject you and turn away, but she won't.
Do you want to know why? Here's why. She's desperate. Desperate for love.
Desperate for a friend and, overall, she's desperate to feel something other then the constant pain.
So go, make things right. Try and fix your mistakes, if not for her then for your own mind.
Make that sad girl happy again and make her see that light at the end of the tunnel, the one that you see.

The only constants in this world are
the sun, the moon, and the sea

The sun always rises,
warms the chilled, damp air in
the early mornings,
Lightens the sky,
Rays burn skin
and dry the earth.

The sun follows the moon in an infinite chase through
the sky.

The moon is
the silent, forlorn sister.
She comes out timidly,
when you sleep.
She cools, soothes,
and is always, shining gently
through trees.

The moon urges the sea to push and pull
ebb and surge

The sea houses life,
it is a playground for all
at the bright blue surface
and a mystery deep down
in the dark.