First time I drew in a long time.

Confessed

We once lived in a world oh so rough

It was filled with anger and spite

Oh it was sad so very bad

We all just got killed in a fight

When we all awoke

We thought it was a joke

As we flew to the sky for a rest

We were all at our best

It was calm not a mess

When we got to the gate to confess

The grand master was there

States the good and the fair

Decides to put our souls to a test

We come back to earth

To undo our bad work

And to show to the man that we care

Now our life has improved

And we all got the word

To return and be cured

To reverse and diverse

To shout and to burst

For the second chance not the curse

We can try this again

Live in love not in vain.

Decisions

2009

Is the sun to strong

Or are my eyes to week?

Is the weather wrong

Or are we taught not love the rain?

Is our life to long

Or are we counting our minutes?

Is it a good song

Or do we abuse our voices?

Are the mountains to green

Or the oceans to blue?

I didn't make these decisions

and neither should you!

Try

4-2-2009

As the tree blooms

Our world crumbles

As our children grow

Our minds corrupt

As the river flows

Our earth is shaken

As we try to do better

Our chances get worse

As people grow closer

Our countries tear apart

As we meet lovers

Our hearts only hurt

As we gain hope

Our loved ones die

If this call all be over

I'd say good bye

But my hearts a fighter

Never victim of trial

Cant we all stand together

Or at least try?

Real

4-2-2009

Do emotions fit in survival

Can they protect me from mother nature?

Do emotions fit in survival

Can they protect me from war?

Do emotion fit in survival

Can they protect me from my thoughts?

Is God real?

Can he make me happy?

Is God hearing my thoughts?

Can he read my mind?

Is God the all knowing?

Can he make this world a better place?

Why do politics exist?

Cant they just be honest?

Why are politicians so corrupt?

Can they stop being greedy?

Why doesn't the government want to help us?

They can not steal everything we own.

Not our love, not our hearts, not our soul.

War

4-2-2009

In one movement the sand smacks my back

His friend wind helped him out

I ask the trees for help but they stand with the sand as well

Maybe the ocean will protect me

The waves are not as calm as I'd like,

But not as vicious either

My skin is away from the sand

My feet are not as lucky,

Corals are overly protective

Birds arrive, do they bring a message?

Or are the just hungry?

Half the moon peeks out waiting for its turn to rise

Everything is so fair, a cycle,

Yet history repeats itself and

Music continues to vibrate

We are all connected

We are all alive

But only the fittest can survive.

To Grandma

4-1-09

I look up and I smile

I talk to my grandmother and I laugh

I eat and I grow stronger

I breath in the pleasure nature brings to my nose

I sing to the winds that echo our voices

And like a chorus, the clouds respond to my hunger

They thunder and I quench my thirst

Nothing

5-7-2004

Blackness, darkening a room,

Shadows following my fears,

Following your tears

Its too soon...

Your heart is swimming in the river

You feel hot, too hot

The rivers not blue, green or clear

You see your reflection in the river

Its too soon...

You hear loud screaming

There is no one around you

Are you dreaming

No, you aren't on clouds

It is nothing, and

Its too soon

There are green trees

They wont be there in a while

How will the honey be made by the bees

There will be nothing

Its not too soon, its just too hard

But not for you..

You saw what you wanted too see

And it was nothing

You heard what you needed to hear

And it was nothing

I guess you like the blue, green, and clear

I do too

Especially when its right there in front of you

Yet it was nothing

And you did what you had to do

Whats left? Nothing!

Wish

4-6-2004

See the mysteries behind it all,

Read the graffiti painted on the wall,

Its expressions, hard to put in words,

Yet the wars get started and the feuds get fought,

There is no food, no money, nothing home to be brought.

I hope my kids aren't brought into this,

I want a world of blue skies of joy of bliss,

I want happiness to caress

All families and all of the kids,

I wish never to be heart broken.

My feelings never to be dismissed,

I wish we could rise above all this,

Listen to our elders learn the lessons that they teach,

We followed our teachers and parents and

What they have to preach.

Yet some of us don't listen

Turn our backs and walk a path,

The devil is calling them and

with him they sign a pact,

They think they now have more freedom.

Yet it is he who controls their lives, and

What is deep within them,

They don't understand what they are doing to themselves,

The smoke is closing their eyes,

dragging down their face,

Its deep dark secrets, never to be spoken of,

Cant break the contract, it was missing something,

Something called LOVE.

Hidden History

3-29-04

How can history be so hidden,

When I am feeding of whats its given,

Blessing, those who are deserving,

Shaming foes who are enduring,

Life in the worst of ways,

Lays girls and forgets her face,

Babies born without no father,

Still the blame goes on the mother,

Don't they know its how were raised,

Live my life you'll be amazed.

Look through my eyes and see the skies,

Darkened blue, no surprise,

Just harsh cries, that we despise,

We all hate it, but here it lies,

For us to bear on our shoulders,

Hard to hold these heavy boulders,

What can we do if thats our life,

But take the challenge and live it right.