She

Not once
Nor twice
But one too many times
She crossed my mind
And taken forever
To leave behind
A sign
In which Id find
An incline
Towards her line
Of love

Not once
Not twice
Not ever
Has she left that place
Yet make no mistake
I do want her to stay
In the way
She came
Because she gave
To me
To save
Myself
From the hate
I wont dare
To pronunciate.

Not now
Not later
Will I let forget
What she said
In my head
And fed
The hunger
I've lead
To its deathbed
And gave me instead
A love so pure
So divine
I wont dare
I wont beg
To give back
Or make dead...

Money

Money...
Does it dictate you?
Think about it for a second
But dont take too long
Time is money.

These bills
Do they frighten you?
Do they strip your freedom?
Your given gift of exploring the world?
Does it order you when to dream
When to live?

Money...
Does it turn you into a lustful shell
Riddled by the need to have more
And more
And more
While you become less
And less
And less

Money
Has not
Does not
Will not
Be valued more than belief

So Im proud to say that
I am rich in my own wealth

In That Order...

I have dreams...

Well,
Dont we all?

Dont we all want something so badly
That having any other wish realized
Would not come close to touching
The feet of that one dream

But dreaming is not enough, now is it?
Since in that world you built
There are no hardships
There are no uncertainties
There are no naysayers
There are no negative forces
There is no mind and mouth that thinks and speaks against you

In the real life?
You'd be surprised
At how many people turn their backs on you

Yet you'd be even more surprised
At not the number of them that do so
But WHO does it...

So my advice to you is
Dream
Work
Materialize

In that order...

Strange.

You know...
Being different
Is the simplest hard-task there is.

Because its not that
You are trying to be abnormal
It's not that you asked for it
You just simply are
Regardless of how you try to
Look like they do
Act like they do
Live like they do

But the humble and honest truth
Is that you cant
And you wont

You'll be given names
Besides your own...
Immature
Ridiculous
Childish
Unwanted
Unneeded
Incapable
Unbearable

And in due time
Your name fades
Until the ones you hoped would love you
Despite this strange stranger that dwells within you
Will stop to do so.

And you're left with nothing
But the anger
The disturbance
The guilt of looking at yourself in the mirror
And wondering where you went wrong

Do they not listen to you?
Do they not want your happiness?
Do they not think of anything else but themselves?

You could die trying to find out the answers.

But I can tell you this

Be different
Be strange
Be the person you would want to be

But more importantly

Love the strange
Love the different
Love your strange
Love your difference.

Because in the end of the day
The only one that gets to see you
For who you are
Is yourself.