Slow driving, sandals with socks, blue blockers, crowded restaurants and traffic jams

The object of a million middle fingers, honking horns and shaking 

fists.  

They raised your parents and fought the Nazi's, split the atom, broke 

the sound barrier, put the first footprints on the moon and made the 

world respect our country.

Maybe we could be original and show some respect and maybe, just maybe, 

just maybe let them drive as far as they want with their blinker on.  

They may have earned that right.

The Elements of the Omnis

The force of eight

Ever opposing, ever cooperating

The main force

that defines the universe

Earth, wind, fire, water and lightning

Light and Darkness, 

and Chaos, the enigmatic.

Fire,  the ever consuming

the fuel of man’s passion and drive

yet, the great destroyer

Water, the life giver

ever-changing, always giving

and the essence that lives in all living creature

Wind, the earth mover

always eroding, always comforting

The great land-sculpturer

Earth, the keeper of nature

home to all, the eternal shelter

the ever-producing

Lightning, the force

The main fuel for mankind’s advancement

the lifeblood of the machines.

Light and Darkness

The eternal war

the ever opposing

The Keeper of life, and the keeper of death.

Chaos, the Enigmatic

the endless, infinity possibilities and impossibilities

where everything and nothing is possible at once

Woe to the man that harnesses chaos

for he may learn everything that is possible and impossible

and may therefore suffer eternal insanity for knowing too much.

The hot, sticky and miserable 24 by 60 foot sixteen-man box keeps us all confined, 

packed to the T with thirty plus men. Bare and filthy, with only two toilets and showers, 

three tables to sit and only think. Daydreaming of hopes and aspirations beyond the locked door, 

that keeps us together. We all come from anywhere and everywhere; 

from different cultures and upbringings throughout many different times and generations. 

Up high, the TV blares loud, yet faint over the conversations of the good times and bad. 

The sounds of dominos clank off the hard metal table as cards are slapped on its opposite side. 

Many are awake, yet many sleep. Only to sleep the day to night and night to day hoping to only 

sleep the time away. We are all different even though we are all the same. Confined. 

Waking up early every day to go to work

More like meeting up with some buddies to have some fun.

Construction is just what we did to get paid, 

But our real job was sharing stories and ideas.

We were all foreigners brought together by a hammer and tape measurer.

We would argue about our different ideas, from work benefits to 

religion. 

Our music was different but always appreciated.

We all hated our boss, but loved him on payday

When we would meet at the shop and unwind together with some cold ones.

Man, I love me some cold ones.

She is always with me 

and her smile is in my mind constantly.

She has never abandoned me

and she carries my pain on her shoulders.

I see her and my heart fills with joy.

Women like her are not born

But, instead they are made;

made from the memories of steps taken with pain.

She has suffered 

She has cried

She has wondered and screamed; WHY!!

She has seen “Death” pass by the window

and silently she has waved “good bye.”

She has offered me her life

She has cried when I have cried.

She is my fried

She is my guide

She is my greatest gift from God.

            Dude, when I first met you, you accepted me for what I am. You could’ve hated me because I was black or because I didn’t have as much money as you. When you could’ve ignored my presence, you invited me over to play video games. Maybe it was because I was nice or maybe it was because you really didn’t care. When times were rough, you gave me the clothes you didn’t wear anymore. When my power was out, you let me stay at your house. Maybe it was because I got along with everyone and you didn’t, or maybe it was because you really didn’t care. All I know is that now that I’m doing alright on my own and you aren’t here to look out for me, I can always look back and say…you really didn’t care. You had money to spend and I didn’t. We aren’t the same people anymore and you went your way, while I went mine. We probably couldn’t stand each other anymore if we tried. But now that I am where I am now, I can still look back and remember that you always looked out for me. I’m into designer clothing, Nike footwear and apparel. You love video games and animated television. As different as we are, we can look past that and find common ground in order to relate life experiences and create a friendship that we can remember forever. One love.

We are so alike

We fight like any other couple

We have so much in common

Some days we solve each others problem

But looking from the outside in 

you couldn't see just how we are meant to be

Where do you wanna go? Any where you want go

Well I want to go anywhere you want to go

We have the same friday night discussion

about where we're going for dinner

Just like any other couple

I love him beyond words can say 

He loves me in the very same way

But looking from the outside in you would 

only see our differences

I'm black 

He's white

We say the same three words 

night after night

We fight about who ate all the cereal 

And lie about who left the light on

We are just like if not the same as any other couple

But looking from the outside in 

People only see our skin

They'll never see the love we share

Unless they come inside

And dare to care

When I was younger I came so close to death.                            

I remember thinking, is this my last breath.

Or is this just another test.

Will I be given another chance.

Or is this just another dance.

I concluded that I needed to take a stance.

And look at my life with another glance.

I remember being a little insecure.

Trying to figure out; if there was a cure.

I asked God if I could ever again be pure.

And he answered me sure.

Just come and knock on my door.

At this time I didn’t realize how many people cared.

And I had no idea how many where scared

But so many people shared.

But no one dared.

To acknowledge what they feared.

Haven't been there in so long

When I went back good memories were shocked and all gone.

Sitting there

Lying there, not able to talk.

Crying when you saw me

Me happy knowing you remembered me.

Now scars are filled up with deep pain

Life has given up for you, knowing there is nothing anymore to gain.

Sometimes I wish I would have never seen you again

Would have been better for you, but I know that we can't

*Dedicated to grandpa in the context of Euthanasia

The world is a crayola box, each color representing the people through out this world.
We all don’t take the time to use every color.
I bet if you took out a crayon box you would only pick out your favorite.
Why don’t you choose the other ones? Is that almost like being prejudice? Choosing the people you like to talk to or hang with?
Don’t judge what the crayon looks like or what color it is, why don’t you take your time and choose wisely and color with one you would have never thought.
Just like people, why don’t you talk to someone you would of never think to talk to!
You will be surprised at what you would find.
Everyone has a beautiful color inside; each crayon brings something different just like ever person does.
The crayon box is like diversity in this world, if the crayons can stand next to each other in a box and not care about color they are
Then why can’t humans stand next to each other and not care about the color they are?