We're all young minds, with potential.

We are painting the roses red

The Piano is not on fire

Our underworld isn't filled with fear

Don't worry about Bowser or DK

Through the ages we have failed

We've got smiles on our faces

You have brains in your head

Today was good, Today was fun.

An elephants true one hundred percent

So be sure when you step

If you never did, you should

Only you can control your future

But sometimes progress progresses too fast

You are brighter than the stars

You are a butterfly held captive

It is not about your scars

Do you play lonely games too?  

Change

In a field of pink flowers. 

 Waiting away the hours. 

Listening to someones else's.

Story of independence.

The fight against slavery.

The fight against kings, and rulers, and god.

I listened to these story's

while working,

In a field of red flowers.

The Performer

Dance for your audience, they expect it.

 Mesmerize them with your flying colors, spinning bodies, and musical sounds.

 But make them eat out of your palm because you are in control, 

and they will watch while you entrance and guide their minds along. 

Keeping control can be difficult but practice help, and when you finish your grand finale

 they will be yours. Society is full of lies and innuendos 

which we all seek to understand, 

but all you really need to know

 is how to keep control.

Put on the costume and the makeup, let loose your magic tricks.

Your the star, not the audience.

And when you've finished all your plans pass the talent along,

onto the next bright and brilliant,

Performer.

Never Burn Out The Madness

What the hammer? What the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

-THE TYGER By William Blake

I have a friend who follows me around.
No one can see him, no one can touch him.
Not even me.

He isn't imaginary, he isn't fake.
He doesn't exist just inside my brain.
He is as real as you and me.

He's just a bear, nothing too fancy.
my friend, my pet, from another life.
So he just waits for me to die.

Thank You Note...

This note is for all those who have helped me on my path...

This note is for anyone who has liked my style...

This note is for anyone who has looked at me and thought "he looks nice"...

This note is for anyone who has stolen my words...

This note is for the crows for waking me up...

This note is for the tree's that helped me grow tall...

This note is for the leaves that lightened my fall...

This note is for the garden that light up my life...

This note is for the cars that took me home...

This note is for the teacher that helped me look up...

This note is for the angel that stopped me from dying...

This note is for the cat that chased away dogs...

This note is for the swamp that held my log...

This note is for the stars that light up my night...

This note is for whoever looked at me and thought,

  

They are worth more than just a Thank You 

Note...

Blast at the Boom

Just take your time to listen to the movements of the world. This is where you will find your inspiration.

When i look at things that are beautiful i think of all i miss out on daily. I could be exploring these places and learning new things about this planet we call home, but i am stuck here in my house with all of the troubles caused by myself and those around me. Sometimes, i wish i could be a bird and get away from it all.

Life loves to challenge you now and again. At these times find a way to distract yourself. I know that sounds really simple and simple things never work out the way you want, but if you try then try to do something blissful. Something that makes you so happy you forget about everything else, that's not simple is it?

That friend who cares about you. That friend is golden.

Whirlpool

Doesn't matter what the future brings, I'm gunna live a crazy dream.
-Mindy Gledhill

When you have dream, don't you wish that all the amazing things you see were real?

I've been wishing i could sit in a chair with the daisy's and trees bursting to life all around me. I wish i could sit there with you and your sweet spirit taking in the aroma of life.

Try to understand your imaginations story's

Creativity

 

When your imagination paints a story of children laughing and the sun shining, then we can skip the troubles and lean directly towards what is rightly ours.

Your dreams tell you your ambitions. What does it matter everyone's watching? We can explore those ambitions and create new colors.

Let your mind float away in a hot air balloon, so you can escape reality and change everything around you.

Are You A Genius?

What makes you what you are?

Is it you who makes you, you?

Or is it those around you who create you?

In the end aren't you already you?                                                   Why would you be anything but you? 

Don't let others control you because in the end they will always let you down.

Let your own imagine shine and you will discover so much more.

You will be the genius you were created to be.

IMAGINATION, let it be your guide. 

Next you post don't think about what your writing, and just let it all come out.

Then you will find your true creativity and you will be you.

Because a flower is only a flower when it stands on its own and is guided by the bee's it attracts itself. You can be pulled in every direction by those who would control you, but why should you listen to them. Everyone goes by in their own special way and we are all guided by ourselves. Those who we love and who love us are here for us, but they are also here for themselves. Don't be selfish be selfless. Find yourself and then you can find everyone else, because when you find yourself you learn what you still need to learn in order to grow. When you grow you find out the truth, and the truth is never what you expect. Rip down your expectations because they will only hold you back. You can only be the light for others when you become the light for yourself.

Wonderland

What do you think during the ungodly hours of the morning? When you are walking to the bathroom, sitting for what seems like hours just staring at the ceiling and noticing the beautiful colors that envelop the night sky of your mind. This world is majestic and mysterious, Two words not often used in the description of the atoms speeding around us. 

The fireflies that love so much to light up the gorgeous skies, block out the hidden lights of the fighting giants in the sky. 

They hide the lost knowledge of unsung poems.

Today,

 i will walk down the hallways of my giant cathedral of life and paint the walls with evergreen treetops, then give to another an empty canvas, and encourage them to paint their live. 

Today i will lean towards the unwanted and reach down to the sprouts growing from the silky soils of their soul.

 We will learn to progress together and share our thoughts with those who also cannot see the red dawn of the super powered generators of society. 

Together we will quite down the motor and silence the screams, and when you begin to wither you will feel the accomplishment of reaching up towards the fireflies, moving them aside, and writing your name on the canvas of the skies. 

Never back down and always push on to the next day.