I Want, I Want, I Want

I want to live a better life
but don't know where to start
I want to eat healthier
but it's damn too expensive
I want to go to the gym today
but I'm sort of tired
maybe tomorrow
I want to change the world
but I have no tools
I want to see the world
but I have to work
I want just relax and reflect
but time is against me
I want to

But
there is alway a but

In Our Worlds

How fair is the world? How fair would you like it to be?
The world is not a fair place, that is a fact. But the world consist of different worlds that are not real but they are actual worlds in which one can see, feel, and touch. These worlds are individuals world. This means that within this world we each have our own world and thus should be called the perceived world.
The perceived world is a world that each make up according to what they have learned or seen, even heard. Even if two people were born raised and treated the same way for their whole life, they will still find themselves in different worlds.

Positive Turn

It seems every few moments someone close to me get a job, even after not being able to find a job for many years. Could it be that I am in positive state and having people who are also filled with positivity creates an even more giant pool of positivity that links more and more? They say when good things happen, it affect many but when bad things happen, it affects all.

Today is a good day and to all whom positivity has helped to open doors, I say congratulations and that I am happy for you. We sometimes need hard times to appreciate the little things that we have. Lets not forget that.

Angry man

It takes seconds for old anger to return and minutes to realize it was not needed. How could we learn to forget old anger?

Realizing that your anger came quick from nowhere is the first step, then taking a minute to analyze what just happened and how it could be better resolved. Then apologizing for the temper and remind yourself that you did not like your reaction. (mind you, I said apologize for your reaction, not for whatever made you mind as you may very well be correct to be upset)

Deprived of Color

You are deprived,


blank, you are blank,
and no one can figure you out,
who you are, what you are.


You are deprived of ethnicity,
no one can really see you,
I mean, they see you,
they just cannot really see you.


You are deprived of race, 
and they cannot find a word for you


you belong in no group, no race, no ethnicity
what you are? you are shaped like man,
but you are not man, are you? 
and so, you are subjected to rejection
blamed for no wrong doing,
you, unwillingly accept a word that offends you


you are a victim of prejudice, racism, 
you are deprived all things,
including color

Sound From The box

I am at a lost without you,

I am frail to the sound of nothing,

To know that I am here and you may not be,

To feel all this emotion that no one else can,

To feel gravity ripped from underneath my feet,

To fall into nothingness of space

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,

You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,

You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,

So that I can once again be, me,

Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,

You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,

You are music, the link to my heart

The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,

You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,

You are music

Sound of Life

I am at a lost without you,
Life

I am frail to the sound of nothing,
And having silence is for many men, a dream,
But I fear silence; a thing birthed by death,
That stops, in my mind, the world still.

When all that is felt, becomes nothing,
But in the ghost palm, you have everything,
Everything is everything in the eye,
But everything becomes nothing in the ears,

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,
You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,
You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,
So that I can once again be, me,
Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,
You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,
You are music, the link to my heart
The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,
You are the sound from the box,

Memory Time

I walked into the store this morning (earlier than I used to) and the servant who usually remembers me and recites my usual barely recognize me today. Well he did recognize me but he was unable to think of what my usual was. I wonder if memory linked with time make things much easier. Memory is always to link patterns, but what happens when those patterns are disrupted? Can the mind be challenged by leaving many things the same and changing one little thing?

Just sort of thinking out loud! 

Under The Countless Rain

Numbers drop on my windshield and the hood,
They bit at my side windows and the back-window,
They knock on my doors,
And then slide until they hit the ground.
Sound at sleep,
She resembles an angel, not that I've seen one,
But the word depicts pure, beauty, and peace,
That, she is, 
Sitting up by my side with her head on her left shoulder.
I can barely see the people crossing,
The motors around me continues to shift shapes,
Until the wipers cleared the view.

The numbers that fall, well in the trillions, as far as I know, 

they don't fall to be counted, they fall just simply,
Tinkling the metal, like the beginning of a song
I turn to her but she was already looking at me, 

I don't know for how long, but she had been staring,
Her eyes, stock on me, as if she sees stars,
Like she was looking at something more than human...

The rain continued to fall, 
and while my hands held the shift, 

her hand rested on mine,
her cold, left hand, 

sent chill up my arm,

and a warmth feeling crept up my chest, 
and I felt heat on my chicks,
and all of a sudden, 
we were home.

Short-term Living

Sometimes is just easy to lie. It's just better not to deal with anything right now and so we do what is the most easy. We are where we are right now because we have let our lives be just that; what is easy right now. When will we learn that what is easy right now is sure to be a long term downfall? We serve no good by doing what is good for the short-term because what is good for the short-term is usually a huge damage in the long-term.

I believe everyday should be a challenge. Challenge for the mind, for the body, for the soul. A challenged life is a life worth living, an easy life is a life for those who dare not become better/ greater. Rich people live a easy life, hard people live a life worth living.