The book crook 

I just got this feeling of never being sure

And I look and I look

there doesn’t seem to be a cure

For this illness, that seems to be the evillest crook

So I dive into every book

And take a good look to find a way to vanquish this crook

And I can’t seem to find how to get rid of such and evil crook

So, at last, I decide to take being unsure

And do what I must and right my own guide that’s for sure

It is the only way to defeat all of these crooks

All at once and all for good

Now there all died as they should

good riddance, goodbye ,


“oh hello, who are you ? ”

I am that crook you think is so bad

what have I done that steered you so wrong

that all you want is for me to be gone

you make me unsure and that is a crime

he looked at me with a weird look

that is when I started to sense

I am not wrong I make you double look

you know I make a good work into the good thing it should

I looked at my book that I wrote cuz of this crook

I gazed in wonder then looked back up to him

I guess you’re my friend as I finally said

lifting the book I put it on the self

where to next I don’t think that one was that good



The mountain side town

The mountain side town

Racing water down its side

Natures beautiful water ride

Tall trees standing proud

Their windy conversations that are so loud

Rain falling cold as ice

The water seeping undeniably concise

The cold breeze through my hair

The frigid wind acknowledging I’m here

The moss speckled rocks shed here and there

All standing out with their funky hair

All the activity all around, nearly impossible to show a frown

On the bustling mountain side town

Ill be okay

The struggle of life is always so well struggling
I try every day to be better to tell my self you can be better
If other people can improve why cant i i want to be happy to be successful that’s what everyone wants isnt it
So ill keep moveing forward ill keep writting every day ill be okay
Thats just what i have to say
Ill be okay


Every thing seems to be hard my mind is brillient extriordinary
But my body is ordinary
With a flaw thats less then incredible
But more then barely livable
Its quite incredible
How unremarkable
And extra remarkable
Something can be with out being
Like its not even quotable
Buts its all okay its doable
This flaw thats so dispicable
Its wonderful


Then Theres You

so many things

people don’t


where people stand

letting them pass by

then there’s you

chase and run

then there’s you

the things i’d do

I would do for you

out of joy for you

climb up a mountain

fly off a cliff

drown in the ocean

freeze my legs stiff

give every thing

including my last breath

forgive but not regret

cry my eyes out

even go blind

change my heart and my mind

for i’d do all this and more

because it is you

I love cherish and adore

then there’s you


“those people” crazy hair, tattoos on there face the ones we shy away from, uncomfortable

Where there are people walking the street we judged

we do it over the sound of cars and advertisement on the television

its how we live

the many engines of the sky and the people that demand normality

It was rarely so quiet that we hear the silent sobs are words constitute.

Where the tears don’t stop as we drove to the movies or a café.

its what’s expected

To be glared upon by the faces of contempt and placid obedience

their ignorance of the pain around.

People with faces covered by masks of joy and happiness with the aura of normality

it’s who we are

And though we know the crying that hides behind the mask

we continue the facade of peacefulness of tranquility

so we go through the day for this is how we tell one hour from another

it’s where we exist

how healing wounds times in return for this is what we have

those moments where the only kindness is which one has fewer grieves the one we hold onto

we cherish against the others which are many

but when will it change

we don’t ask the right questions they accept what it is, how it is, who we are and where we live

but there’s one question that I can’t answer and the one people refuse to say the word that resonates through the dark to usher in change


The Thirst

Water fire air and earth
All these things it’s what I thirst
Smooth calm and brilliantly bright
Dark and moody with a powerful might
Water is here and water is there
But there still the power of air
Fast and jaged or small and concise
Fire is warm and never nice
So strong barely give it thought
Then there’s earth always around
Always right sitting alone with all its might .I need all of these and more that’s what I thirst what I Desire it keeps me sane it avoides the pain

The last kind

The forces stretched far and deep

Flowing Across the lays of existence

We will find but not in are own essence

Tho Kayasha told us where to grasp

Only those who disrespect the foundations

Protected with zero absolution

Blind to the world but not to the essence

Can find themselves thee enlightenment

Giving up your own deficiency

Embrace the insecurities

Though the purge of inadequate essen

Liberate unfounded inhibitions

Immerse in the rivers

Baptism though the soul

Converted into true essence

Where the final step gives you control

Then discover the truth

You are the last of your kind


Magical insight

There’s one thing I owe a lot to in my life. That I guess I hadn’t realized how much has shaped it. They’re called books. I want to say something that I feel is very important and it’s that you’re okay .

I owe so much to authors and the stories that they’ve crafted. All the effort they put forward to claim just a moment of our lives. There are so many reasons people write but there’s one reason I write and it’s those authors that write for this reason that I want to thank in particular.

it’s the writers who give readers a little piece of what has gotten them by, a little piece of their heaven. Most importantly to open up a piece of our soul to you to let you crawl in and wander around to gaze in wonder or cry in despair. I want to thank those authors that have gotten me through some very tough times, you’ve been my escape the person I turn to when the people from reality are just too much it’s all those reasons that I wrote this book. So thank you, authors, thank you for the friends you’ve given me when my other friends were just too mean,too unreliable.

You taught me wrong from right

You taught me virtues, to be honest, to always save those who are less fortunate.I have seen the darkness and that has helped me appreciate the light.

I owe my life to books

And it’s time to share my heart ships, my joys and it’s time to give back

Hopefully, I can touch your lives like the writers before I have touched mine.

So get ready

To step into my imagination

And be in tune with your inner essen.

The elements

Singed by light and fire?
Like a moth drawn to the flame?
Then let the past burn.

Craving heat and warmth?
Fleeing from winter’s cold? Wrap
Yourself in blankets.

Hemmed in by steep walls?
Locked doors? Wait. Look toward the roof.
There is a ladder.

Buried underground?
Weighted down by life’s demands?
Dig roots into soil.

Scattered by the wind?
Let yourself be blown apart.
You will become whole.

Flying far too high?
Lost sight of the earth? Glide on.
Wing your way toward God.

Battling with fog?
Do not resist. Cling to the
Ground or soar above.

Dragged underwater?
Sink deep. Surrender to grief.
You will rise again.