The Forgottens

so many gifts that go to waste
buried, forgotten
and lost into tomorrow.
smiles and memories of the past
buried, forgotten
and lost without  a sorrow.
new gifts and memories will be made waiting to be forgotten
before they are displayed.

This Is America (in response to the Coca-Cola commercial uproar)

We live in a country of many different cultures
protected all by the same soldiers.
Its what we are its who we are.
This is America
land of the free and home of the brave
we fought through the era of the slave
all men created equal
This is america, We The People.
Through a civil war our country was reborn
by one African American our country transformed.
Black, White, Asian, or Mexican
we all live here and all feel secure.
One country, many languages
one country, many advantages.
one commercial creates an uproar
when its who we are the greatest country ever explored.
Diversity defines us
This is America
In God We Trust.

Spying On The Past

memories a pigment of the past
lookin back at the good and the bad
taking time to remember where you came from
jump to conclusions not finding a crumb.
little pictures going through your head
trying to reminisce the things that were said
putting a smile on your face
and a sparkle in your eye
you’re in your past becoming a spy
watching the good and bad
while hopping over the sad
a pool of memories
waiting for you to dive in
but with no diving board
you stop.
and grin….and continue your journey to the end.

The Journey

what is life?
why are we here?
I’m always trying to change gear
but it keeps knocking on my door
making me think making my head sore
what’s next?
what do I do?
then I think of something new
the road never ends
but on the tires…it depends
fill up the tank
and run to tomorrow
we have no time for darkness and sorrow
keep a smile as if you couldn’t swallow
the world is a journey filled to the brim
so read between the lines and don’t forget to skim

Life, The Ultimate Hunt

we all worry about the smallest things
and never notice the blessings life brings
everyone hurries to work not to be late
like its going to change their fate

you may get fired
but why take it so seriously
just have fun
and live life instantaneously.

If you only live once
then why do it with a grunt
live life to the fullest
and make it the ultimate hunt.

The More Than Life

is it slowly slipping away
or has it always just been too far away
no matter how high you jump
no matter how hard you work
it just runs away with a smirk
mocking you and teasing you
leaving you with the residue
theres only one thing you can do
keep jumping keep working
make that smirk disappear
catch it out of the air and make it your souvenir
dont give up and dont surrender
its better to go down fighting
rather than go down surviving
would you rather be the hero that died
or the coward who chose just to survive
nothing is ever too far out of reach
just jump higher and higher, and be more than a survivor.

Questions

if you had one wish
what would you wish for?
if you had one opportunity
would you score?
if you had one dream
would you soar?
if you only had one more day
what would you say?
if you had a lot of money
would you be the same person or go running?
if you had unlimited time
would you help others or live with crime?
if you could ask one last question
would it help you learn a lesson?
there is no such thing as a stupid question
so let it fly and just maybe it will find a reply.

The End

one earth
with 7 billion souls
7 billion people
with 7 billion goals
7 billion goals
with one destination
one destination
with 7 billion meanings
in the ground
then through the sky
soaring like an eagle
oh so high
while everything flashes before your eyes
you find what you were looking for
life’s greatest surprise…

Could it Be…?

Pure silence
The sign of nothing?
Or the sign of something?
Creepy mischievous eyes lurking around
Like cunning lies
Or peace and quiet drowning the air as if no one were there
With heavy breathing
And your eyes pleading
There is a scrunching noise
What could it be?
Somebody coming for me
Or nature just doing its thing
Whatever it might be
I don’t think it likes me
With my body at its physical peak
I turn and run like I’m shrimpy and weak
It could only be one thing
The greatest trickster the world has to bring Will it ever leave
Will it ever believe
Or is it just…me.

Our imagination can be our greatest uprise or our greatest demise
so don’t fool yourself
and forever be wise.

Freestyle

words turn into writing
and writing turns into layers
many different meanings
they sound like prayers
with so many thoughts going through my head
my brain wants to leave nothing unsaid
phrase after phrase jumping through my ear
so many thoughts these words are sincere
but with the world around me so distracting
it’s so hard to keep this up without practicing
if practice makes perfect
then why is nobody there
perfect is the destination everyone fears
they say it’s impossible
but my mind is theosophical
what does that mean
you wish you knew
just keep thinking there’s nothing you can do