new day




everyone's wasted words 


and efforts to  


manipulate you,


so many long,


tedious years


of struggle.



lost, now found,


through your love for me,


the only thing


they all tried so 




to tell you,


show you,


trying to coerse you towards a feeling 


that was so unnatural for you.




but you see now, my love,


how the mind distorts.



all they had to ever say


is that the love you feel,


will lead us all 


to this day.



this lesson learned,


in this hard way,


keep it safe inside you,


it won't lead you astray.




I will never blame you again,


for the despise you 


learned by their selfishness,


and haughty dogmatic dramas,


their ignorance of 


true love.


I believe they truly,




have no understanding


of its 


power over us all.



there is no more 


they can say,



New Day!!





Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by my love for my fiance and:



walking through a smokey fume.. in this sealed up dark room..
I saw your eyes bleeding blue.


going up, going down. spin spin around & around
falling to my knees, calling out to God, please
save me from this crucifixion
cut the ties to lifes addictions
spit up the lies you fed, on which I choked
climbing up these ropes
running away from the hoax
insanity, the only word she knows.


deep in the dungeon, I go plunging
searching for the meaning
intervening, I come between two scales..
a lions head with three flaming tails.


i'm not like this.. you're leading me to be crazy..
one day i'll run, forever away from you, maybe...
like the speed of light, in a flash, little hazy.
there's more for me then this demonic plague..
there's more to life then constant conviction.


wrists are shaking & those screams begin to take a toll..
driving round this winding road..
i'm done with your pitiful smold of an existence..
don't act like you know what i'm missing.
so here I plant my feet in the ground, not bending for you now
never again will I twist or turn
because bitch, you've got so much to learn.

All Inside Of You (inspired by squawk)

The thing
about reflection
is that it needs
a source
that feeds it
force to spur
it's might.

gathers light.

Let it be...
and it
will do
you right.

Let others be



4:43 PM 4/16/2013 ©





Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reflection is what we make of it. It should really be called vibration...but because we have eyes...we 'see'...sometimes not too clearly.

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I refuse to try
and feel your pain,
such an intimacy, gifted,
which each person must
tend to alone, to be lifted
from it's agony, sifted.
I can lend empathy,
bear the weight of the burden,
be the star you reach for,
for I cannot shun, as a child
birthed into sorrow
who never walks,
can never run.
Free as the wind blows,
does also the love that grows,
and being the light,
cannot come to be
without the darkness...
do you see?
Do not be fooled by those
who speak of emotions
they seek, for themselves
is who they cry for,
and it is their own ego
they will die for.
Try and imagine
connectedness and love,
are true in fashion...
...when respect
can come between what
loved ones feel,
and what is seen.
The beauty of life is not to
touch the sun, and run
from the pyre,
for underneath the tainted
flesh we become the sun,
and it's living fire.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pain is a personal and intimate experience that is vital to being a light for others.

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Mystic Law


A new day begins and I wonder,

Will this heartache be part of my life?

Seems the whole reason that I existed,

Was in hopes of becoming your wife.

At the day’s end it’s so awful lonely,

As I turn the sheets down on my bed,

Cause your love is felt here with each heartbeat,

And your memory left here in my head.

In this midst of confusion I’m frightened,

With the rug pulled out under my feet,

And the challenges that stand before me,

I pray God grants me courage to meet.

And I’ll hold this love close as I can now,

‘Cause I know it will help me be strong,

At those times when it feels no one loves me, 

I’ll remember the time I was wrong,

I’m still learning that Love’s got to teach us, 

The things that we don’t want to see,

That one’s presence is not what’s important, 

How they "cared" is what’s really the key,

To a world with a whole new beginning; 

‘Cause the Spirit of Love will endure,

Any hardship that we can imagine,

All the arguments, carnage, and more,

So when this world leaves your heart empty,

But sweet memories abide in your head,

And you’re torn between headstrong and heartfelt,

And remember all  that I’ve  said,

That the Spirit of Love lies within you;

It’s the substance of everything here,

It’s the smile you gave when I met you,

It’s the frown and the smirk….it’s the tear….

And our loves and our joys, yes, are wondrous,

But the real thing we’re meant to achieve,

Is to love one another with freedom,

Not possessiveness, envy, or greed.

If we learn this we’ll grow as we should here, 

And plant seeds in each daughter and son,

The Great Spirit of Love will live on here,

And the reason for Life…will have won.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written with great empathy shortly after 911, for the surviving wives and wives-to-be of that disaster.

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Secrets in the sand

knowing you the way I got to, helped me really appreciate the rain pouring down, & to look past the clouds.. 

I never felt one with the sand until you touched my hand.. even the fireworks weren't ever as breath-taking.. 

you to me, were like a piece of breathing earth, with eyes, & ears.. a heart.. but too many fears.. 

I can't say you have much more then me, though.. & it doesn't matter which one of us is less flawed..


I wish I could fly away to a paradise, somewhere i'll finally have all the closure I need... for everything..

I feel like I have to fight with myself everyday.. battle of self esteem, hopes, dreams, disappointments, needs.. 

I battle to stay awake, & I battle to fall asleep.. 


wherever did the peace go? whatever happened to the flow...

I got lost in the forest of my mind, trying to become free..

but more then a few of these deeply rooted trees have collapsed & fallen on top of me..

scratching at the dirt, gripping at the grass.. I can't breathe..


is love just as much baggage as hate..? because they both seem to feel equally heavy..

maybe inside i'm just overweight.. 

maybe that's what i've been seeing.. 

how can I work from the inside, out..? 

how can I prevent these ups & downs..? 

do you even know..? I didn't think so..

it's all up to me.


learn to appreciate the rain... even if it's drenching you in pain..

i'll always be your secret.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 


What I learned

A hand on the face is a midnight ride,
feet on the ground a grass genocide.
Fallen foes, and naked toes, it's greener on both sides,
Costs and casulties for the ride.

But dad's got a record with a groove,
mom and the camera see us move.
Wooden floors and living rooms,
parents in the afternoon,
a child can't pass that up.

But grass can be a living room any day,
and dads old bands are on the stage.
If life is a book,
this is my about the author page.
A child can't pass this up.

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Some Of My Quotes

*Life & Death are like parallel lines. There’s always a beginning but never an end and without each other there is nothing.

*One lives to die, but isn't death the essence of life.

*We dream so we can control ourselves in reality.

*There are different groups of trees in the forest yet they are all trees and the earth underneath them does not treat them any differently, only if people could learn this trait.

*To become a man you must first be a boy, one cannot ignore the process and achieve the same goal.

*To do is to learn and to learn is to understand and to understand is to experiences and to experience is priceless.

*You can change the past and the future by changing your state of mind.

*Nature is pure in every form and does no meaningless damage, the only anomaly is us.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I know don't make any sense.

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Life Meal

Theme Based Poems

Yea they say life is like a dish that we all should enjoy ; others take there time while other take time to destroy ; making little of what they barely got & not savoring the joy ; but rather ; they spend da hours ina day wasting & throwin it away ; fast living the good moments & there mistakes on replay; like dam that's the type of shit that just gets me annoyed ; watching ppls play with there food like if its a god dam toy ; & dam mines is far from a happy meal but i let nothin go to waste ; thanking god for this blessed food as i say grace ; cuz I tasted defeat but i aint never ate it ; so I swallow the pride as i throw out the hatred ; cuz life is a dish best served hot so why belate it ; & when the the day comes when ur full of life ; don't forget to open ur mouth and spit .


Author's Notes/Comments: 

The theme is food ; comparing life as if it was food

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