Some tell me,
I am in trouble,
Trouble with nothing anymore.
I'm in trouble, with myself.
Some say I,
I am a problem,
Not to anything,
But myself.
I say love,
It is a reason,
Or more a way,
To live a life.
Never ever more,
Will I love like that.
Never ever more,
Will I, understand.
I Love, You Love
Love me for who I am.
Love me for who I will be.
Love me for who I have been.
Love me now.
Love me because I love you.
Love me because I will love you.
Love me because I have loved you.
Love me because.
Love me Today.
Love me Tomorrow.
Love me Yesterday.
Love me.
I love you for who you are.
I love you for who you will be.
I love you for who you have been.
I love you now.
I love you because you love me.
I love you because you will love me.
I love you because you have loved me.
I love you because.
I love you Today,
I love you Tomorrow,
I love you Yesterday,
I love you.
Love me for who I will be.
Love me for who I have been.
Love me now.
Love me because I love you.
Love me because I will love you.
Love me because I have loved you.
Love me because.
Love me Today.
Love me Tomorrow.
Love me Yesterday.
Love me.
I love you for who you are.
I love you for who you will be.
I love you for who you have been.
I love you now.
I love you because you love me.
I love you because you will love me.
I love you because you have loved me.
I love you because.
I love you Today,
I love you Tomorrow,
I love you Yesterday,
I love you.
Pains
There are only two types of pain.
One is physical.
When you crash your bike,
When you cut your finger.
The other is feelings.
When you have that dream of how you envision your life,
When you talk to that girl you will never ask out,
When you see other people living, and you just sitting.
When you feel life for a brief moment,
When you hear that someone close died,
When you taste the true taste of something.
The pain only really comes when you try to duplicate it,
Try to repeat it,
Try to recreate it,
And only try,
And only fail.
Yes, there are only two kinds of pain,
And only you.
One is physical.
When you crash your bike,
When you cut your finger.
The other is feelings.
When you have that dream of how you envision your life,
When you talk to that girl you will never ask out,
When you see other people living, and you just sitting.
When you feel life for a brief moment,
When you hear that someone close died,
When you taste the true taste of something.
The pain only really comes when you try to duplicate it,
Try to repeat it,
Try to recreate it,
And only try,
And only fail.
Yes, there are only two kinds of pain,
And only you.
Not By Me IV
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read “Loss”, only feel it.
--Memoirs of a Geisha (film)
--Memoirs of a Geisha (film)
Not By Me III
Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “yes” begins things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say “yes.
--Stephen Colbert
--Stephen Colbert
Not By Me V
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
--Thomas Edison.
--Thomas Edison.
Not By Me II
Change is never easy. You fight to hold on. You fight to let go.
--Daniel Stern, The Wonder Years
--Daniel Stern, The Wonder Years
Not By Me I
by: Naomi Shihab Nye
A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.
A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.
I'm Tired
I'm tired of all the cliches,
I'm tired of all the people whining,
I'm tired of groups claiming special names,
I'm just tired of all the cliches.
I want to complain about it,
I want to set the world straight,
I want to make people understand!
I just want to complain about it.
I'm sitting here trying to tell you what's right,
I'm making you find the meaning for life,
I'm having to comprehend the feeling,
I'm sitting here, trying to tell you what's right.
People have made great things,
Some have been recognized,
Others lost.
Me? I wish to just be taken seriously.
So the next time you feel life living inside,
Touch that world, feel the pains of others,
Tell someone else,
Because people just don't understand.
I'm tired of all the people whining,
I'm tired of groups claiming special names,
I'm just tired of all the cliches.
I want to complain about it,
I want to set the world straight,
I want to make people understand!
I just want to complain about it.
I'm sitting here trying to tell you what's right,
I'm making you find the meaning for life,
I'm having to comprehend the feeling,
I'm sitting here, trying to tell you what's right.
People have made great things,
Some have been recognized,
Others lost.
Me? I wish to just be taken seriously.
So the next time you feel life living inside,
Touch that world, feel the pains of others,
Tell someone else,
Because people just don't understand.
Please believe me when I say
Please believe me when I say,
I love this world.
No more than most,
No less than least.
Please help this world,
When I'm gone,
It's all I've got,
It's all you'll have.
It's really sad when this world of ours,
Has to focus on things for so many years,
The fight never ends,
The story will go on.
It's really sad when we can't let go,
Go of the pain, go of the problems that exist forever,
Never say never, and never say forever,
Nothing is ever that short, or long.
It's really sad when this world of ours,
Has to have all the problems it does,
The problems last awhile,
And only get resolved when the people do,
It's really sad when we can't let go,
Go of the trouble, go of the things that cause the problems.
Never say nothing, and never say all,
Nothing is ever that small, or big.
I don't mean to make you sad,
It's not my intentions at all,
If only one person in the eternity of time understands me,
It was more than worth it.
I love this world.
No more than most,
No less than least.
Please help this world,
When I'm gone,
It's all I've got,
It's all you'll have.
It's really sad when this world of ours,
Has to focus on things for so many years,
The fight never ends,
The story will go on.
It's really sad when we can't let go,
Go of the pain, go of the problems that exist forever,
Never say never, and never say forever,
Nothing is ever that short, or long.
It's really sad when this world of ours,
Has to have all the problems it does,
The problems last awhile,
And only get resolved when the people do,
It's really sad when we can't let go,
Go of the trouble, go of the things that cause the problems.
Never say nothing, and never say all,
Nothing is ever that small, or big.
I don't mean to make you sad,
It's not my intentions at all,
If only one person in the eternity of time understands me,
It was more than worth it.
From My Head and Not My Heart
Open your eyes,
Take a good look around you,
This is your world,
This is your life.
Do what you can,
Do what you must,
Do everything you can,
Because there is no second chance.
I wish I knew you,
But I only know of you,
There's not much to know about someone,
That I'll never know about you.
This song was hard for me to write,
Probably because I was writing
From my head and not my heart.
You've got great looks,
You've got great talents,
Look at yourself and not your face.
You'll have to work a lot,
You'll have to think a lot,
Try real hard,
Never give up,
And keep your dreams in focus.
This song was hard for me to write,
Probably because I was writing
From my head and not my heart.
So keep your eyes open,
Always know what you are doing,
Be award of your world,
And have yourself a great, life.
Take a good look around you,
This is your world,
This is your life.
Do what you can,
Do what you must,
Do everything you can,
Because there is no second chance.
I wish I knew you,
But I only know of you,
There's not much to know about someone,
That I'll never know about you.
This song was hard for me to write,
Probably because I was writing
From my head and not my heart.
You've got great looks,
You've got great talents,
Look at yourself and not your face.
You'll have to work a lot,
You'll have to think a lot,
Try real hard,
Never give up,
And keep your dreams in focus.
This song was hard for me to write,
Probably because I was writing
From my head and not my heart.
So keep your eyes open,
Always know what you are doing,
Be award of your world,
And have yourself a great, life.
My Room
Standing in the hallway,
Wondering where I've been,
Looking in my room,
See it's a mess,
It suddenly hit me,
I don't know what,
Coulda been my sister,
Or maybe the roof was
Fallin' on my head.
Looked back at my room,
It was still a mess.
Don't know why I'm tellin' you this,
Maybe it's because I've lost my head,
Wondering where I'm going, or where I've been,
Not to clean my room again.
Went down the stairs, then right back up,
Went into the bathroom, then right back out,
No where to go, know where I've been?
Bulbs burning out, Electricity still flowing,
Never ending conflicts with people I hate,
TV left on, Window stuck shut.
Roof falling on my head,
Looked back about me room,
It was still a mess.
Don't know why I'm tellin' you this,
Maybe I'm in love with a girl,
Wondering where I'm going, or where I've been,
Gotta go back to school again.
Wondering where I've been,
Looking in my room,
See it's a mess,
It suddenly hit me,
I don't know what,
Coulda been my sister,
Or maybe the roof was
Fallin' on my head.
Looked back at my room,
It was still a mess.
Don't know why I'm tellin' you this,
Maybe it's because I've lost my head,
Wondering where I'm going, or where I've been,
Not to clean my room again.
Went down the stairs, then right back up,
Went into the bathroom, then right back out,
No where to go, know where I've been?
Bulbs burning out, Electricity still flowing,
Never ending conflicts with people I hate,
TV left on, Window stuck shut.
Roof falling on my head,
Looked back about me room,
It was still a mess.
Don't know why I'm tellin' you this,
Maybe I'm in love with a girl,
Wondering where I'm going, or where I've been,
Gotta go back to school again.
The Endless Search
I'm in love.
But since I wrote that 4 months ago,
I lost that love.
And now, a few months later,
I'm in love again.
A cycle, or a coincidence?
That was went through a few 'potholes,'
But now is ... flourishing ...
More cycles?
I'm in the middle of a pothole now.
Can potholes last for 2 months?
Pothole over -- no flourish -- maybe ending soon.
Years later -- so many have come and gone.
So many potholes, but now --
No love -- no hope.
Still searching.
No again -- still no hope.
I wouldn't say I'm searching either.
But since I wrote that 4 months ago,
I lost that love.
And now, a few months later,
I'm in love again.
A cycle, or a coincidence?
That was went through a few 'potholes,'
But now is ... flourishing ...
More cycles?
I'm in the middle of a pothole now.
Can potholes last for 2 months?
Pothole over -- no flourish -- maybe ending soon.
Years later -- so many have come and gone.
So many potholes, but now --
No love -- no hope.
Still searching.
No again -- still no hope.
I wouldn't say I'm searching either.
Insides are Coming Out
I have many friends,
But they don't know me,
It's because I don't open up enough,
To let the real me jump out.
And then a friend one day,
Just told me blankly,
That he didn't know me,
He wondered who I was.
The insides are coming out,
And now I'm so afraid,
That they won't like me,
And I won't have my friends no more.
So I read this guy a song of mine,
And then it instantly happened,
Right then and there,
We became good friends,
Now we talk every day,
And listen too,
Exchanging the things we never would before.
The insides are coming out,
And now I'm so afraid,
That they won't like me,
And I won't have my friends no more.
If I could be anyone in this world,
I would be that great friend,
So I could look at myself,
From the outside,
And wonder,
What's going on inside.
The insides are coming out,
And now I'm so afraid,
That they won't like me,
And I won't have my friends no more.
But they don't know me,
It's because I don't open up enough,
To let the real me jump out.
And then a friend one day,
Just told me blankly,
That he didn't know me,
He wondered who I was.
The insides are coming out,
And now I'm so afraid,
That they won't like me,
And I won't have my friends no more.
So I read this guy a song of mine,
And then it instantly happened,
Right then and there,
We became good friends,
Now we talk every day,
And listen too,
Exchanging the things we never would before.
The insides are coming out,
And now I'm so afraid,
That they won't like me,
And I won't have my friends no more.
If I could be anyone in this world,
I would be that great friend,
So I could look at myself,
From the outside,
And wonder,
What's going on inside.
The insides are coming out,
And now I'm so afraid,
That they won't like me,
And I won't have my friends no more.
Fast!
Sitting on the sideline,
Watching the game go by,
It all came to me,
But I didn't understand.
Why, it had to be,
That we go so fast,
And try so hard,
That we don't burn and crash ...
Fast!
That's all it's gotta be these days,
Fast!
No, not slow, but
Fast!
Nothing else will do,
And we all are going to loose ...
As I was sitting there,
Watching the world roam around me,
I noticed one thing,
No one else appreciated,
That I,
Could head that peacefulness,
Before a drop hits the water ...
Fast!
That's all it's gotta be these days,
Fast!
No, not slow, but
Fast!
Nothing else will do,
And we all are going to loose ...
As I slowed down,
To lag behind,
I found the world,
That so few others have.
Now I'm there,
And I don't wanna catch up,
'Cuz I'm perfect here,
And I'm too,
Too slow too.
Watching the game go by,
It all came to me,
But I didn't understand.
Why, it had to be,
That we go so fast,
And try so hard,
That we don't burn and crash ...
Fast!
That's all it's gotta be these days,
Fast!
No, not slow, but
Fast!
Nothing else will do,
And we all are going to loose ...
As I was sitting there,
Watching the world roam around me,
I noticed one thing,
No one else appreciated,
That I,
Could head that peacefulness,
Before a drop hits the water ...
Fast!
That's all it's gotta be these days,
Fast!
No, not slow, but
Fast!
Nothing else will do,
And we all are going to loose ...
As I slowed down,
To lag behind,
I found the world,
That so few others have.
Now I'm there,
And I don't wanna catch up,
'Cuz I'm perfect here,
And I'm too,
Too slow too.
Our Song
I never answered the question why.
You never asked again.
I wish I had had the courage to tell you,
But you accept me for my inability to do so.
The first time I heard the song,
It was with you,
On our trip,
At "the fountains".
It was then,
I fell in love,
With the song,
And you.
The song you wanted,
Was great too,
But this one reminds me,
Of you, and our love.
You never asked again.
I wish I had had the courage to tell you,
But you accept me for my inability to do so.
The first time I heard the song,
It was with you,
On our trip,
At "the fountains".
It was then,
I fell in love,
With the song,
And you.
The song you wanted,
Was great too,
But this one reminds me,
Of you, and our love.
Sixth Sense
As I sit,
Scribbling these words,
Listening to the sounds,
Seeing my thoughts,
Feeling in love,
Smelling the air I exhale,
Tasting the tears on my cheeks,
I feel compelled to say,
What I have seen,
Where I heard it,
When I tasted it,
Why I smelled it,
But it's only there,
In front of me,
Sneaking looks when I'm not,
Taking a peak when I'm there,
Hiding in time, or close to it.
It's not there, it's here.
It's not here, or anywhere.
As I sit,
Nowhere in particular,
Just looking over,
My thoughts,
I see,
I hear,
I feel,
I smell,
I taste,
It is love.
Scribbling these words,
Listening to the sounds,
Seeing my thoughts,
Feeling in love,
Smelling the air I exhale,
Tasting the tears on my cheeks,
I feel compelled to say,
What I have seen,
Where I heard it,
When I tasted it,
Why I smelled it,
But it's only there,
In front of me,
Sneaking looks when I'm not,
Taking a peak when I'm there,
Hiding in time, or close to it.
It's not there, it's here.
It's not here, or anywhere.
As I sit,
Nowhere in particular,
Just looking over,
My thoughts,
I see,
I hear,
I feel,
I smell,
I taste,
It is love.
Why -- no, not the question I wish to ask.
Death is -- no, too bleak to speak of.
Time, yes, time has -- no, too overused.
Mickey Mouse has -- no, too comical.
Excuses are -- no, just what I'm avoiding.
Talking -- no -- yes, talking is the topic.
Communications would be a better word.
Actually, communication is such a broad topic ... it has certain aspects though,
But as a topic, it does not work.
How about attention spans?
No, too short of a topic.
Inventions -- or better yet: thought process.
Too complex for my brain.
Ever
Photo by: Filipe Dâmaso SaraivaI wonder who's out there,
Just looking at me,
Wondering why I'm here,
What am I supposed to do?
No one ever told me.
I wake up in the morning,
And I hit the alarm clock,
Then I look at the ceiling,
And I look out my window,
Just to wonder what's goin' on,
And I see that it's the same,
Nothing,
Ever.
Everyday I live,
I wonder who's out there,
Just looking at me,
Wondering why I'm here,
What am I supposed to do?
No one ever told me.
All my friends don't agree,
With anything that I say.
So why should I tell them what I'm thinking,
When I just get nothing in return?
All I get from the world,
Is the same 'ol rejects,
Nothing more,
Ever.
Everyday I live,
I wonder who's out there,
Just looking at me,
Wondering why I'm here,
What am I supposed to do?
No one ever told me.
Time will pass,
And I'll live my life,
But in the end was it worth it?
It's a question we must all ask.
Was it worth all the pain?
All the agony too?
Was it worth all the love and hatred,
And all the feeling and emotions?
Ever?
Everyday I live,
I wonder who's out there,
Just looking at me,
Wondering why I'm here,
What am I supposed to do?
No one ever told me.
No one ever told me,
Ever.
Birthday Celebration
Don't celebrate your birthday, if you're over 12.
Unless you're 18, or 21, or 35.
Unless you're not American where such numbers matter.
Do not make a big deal of your birthday after 12.
It's not that big a deal.
You made another year.
Stuck Again
I used to be able to write,
Because I wrote what was in my heart,
And my heart was filled with the love of ideas,
Of love, peace, bliss, purity, honesty,
That I had no restrictions in my life,
And that I was a good person.
But the words flow less now,
For my heart is empty of ideals and
Now is full of reality.
My compassion flows easier
And dies sooner
Without any action resulting.
I have felt I was ready for anything and everything,
But I realized I wasn't,
And I begin to wonder if I ever will be.
I need to journey again -- to have a goal,
To have survival be my main cause once again,
Away from desires and self-indulgence.
Path Closed
My doctor told me today that I will die soon,
And as I look back at my life,
I've discovered that I've taken the
Path so few others have taken.
I wish I hadn't take this path however,
For all this path has shown me is loneliness, confusion, and death.
I wish I could go back and put up a "Path Closed" sign,
But I know that others must suffer like I have.
Besides, there's probably already a "Path Closed" sign there,
And I'm going to die soon.
Why do I want to live in a world,
That is full of hatred?
That is slowly committing suicide?
Why do I want to live in a country,
That is full of stupidity?
That is full of troubles?
Why do I want to live in a state,
That is hurting itself?
That is full of problems?
Why do I want to act,
In a play full of fun?
In a play that takes my time?
Why do I want to love,
In a time that the world could do without?
During a time that values are messed up?
But if I ask all this,
I have to ask,
Why live life?
That is full of hatred?
That is slowly committing suicide?
Why do I want to live in a country,
That is full of stupidity?
That is full of troubles?
Why do I want to live in a state,
That is hurting itself?
That is full of problems?
Why do I want to act,
In a play full of fun?
In a play that takes my time?
Why do I want to love,
In a time that the world could do without?
During a time that values are messed up?
But if I ask all this,
I have to ask,
Why live life?
Great Music
Good music sounds nice.
Great music makes you think of something else,
Reminds you of your lost love,
Of your lost days.
To remember so vividly,
Sitting in that Jr. high auditorium,
The first time you heard music,
Music.
To walk you back in the garden,
Holding hands with the girl,
On a sunny spring day,
With the aroma of love.
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