"Harbored in the ways you won't forget, lies your little kind of sadness"

Disguised and set aside, to prevent chaos in my world of madness.

A subtle understanding of stress and torture rolled into your brain.

A smile large enough to cover, a person slowly going insane.

Hurt and pain remain a likeness in a body full of emotions.

But through it all, we settle down and apply full devotion.

Beauty, a vision powered by warmth and sincerity.

Something that definitely needs clarity.

A simple notion of better than the best.

Should I name it Beauty or put it to the test?

Testing...one ...two...three,

Now what do I see?

When I look at it I glow.

When I smell it I know

That it's gorgeous from head to toe.

I have watched this beauty grow.

To be lost in Jakarta

You would've set your soul free. To enjoy the shopping and nightlife is how your day would be.

A freshness in the air, regardless of the high pollution state.

A mix of cultures and expertise simply makes it great.

If you have never heard the name before, and I brought it to your attention.

I would say it's the Capital of Indonesia, population 10 million In case I didn't mention.

It sits off the island of Java and Glodok is their Chinatown.

For difference and relaxation you will lose yourself, hands down.

I love to see the sky when it cries.

A wet and willow moment that flies.

A silent dream of a distance love.

A special message from the man above.

A hello and wave weren't good enough.

To smooth out my life I lived from the rough.

It's something about the sync of each raindrop fall.

That touches my emotions and brings me to a crawl.

A slow drip, a constant drop, A harmony singing flip-flop.

A heavenly band through my window, my eyes can see.

That I must be awfully special for the skies to cry for me.

I was in a relationship and we talked alot about love ones that have move on. One particular person is her aunt that passed and she didn't get to see her as much as she wanted. She told me that she would have probably loved me if she had met me. Well, later that day I was working at my store on the counter, and my employees kept telling me that a customer was demanding to see me. I looked down the counter and there was a lady standing there all in black and she was black, darked skin with a mini curly bush. So I went down the counter to talk to her. She stared me down. I greeted her and she smiled and said hello. She said "You have the prettiest smile.". I said "Thank you". Well just then my employee needed a manager's signature and I said excuse me for a second and looked off to put my signature and turn back around and she was gone. I went outside to look for her and it was if she had vanished in thin air. Once I ask around it seem that no one saw her but me. Creepy enough, I finished working and went home. I told my girlfriend about the store. She looked at me as if she had seen a ghost. She told me that the lady I met that day was her aunt that we were talking about early. She said I described her to a tee. That explained why I was the only one that saw her. True story.

My heart has no end,

For the children lost at Robb.

A shattered dream,

A future leader, because of one we were robbed.

A business leader stolen from our world yet to come.

All because he was angered, all because of one.

Brave teachers and students stepped up to protect,

the lives of other children with no gunman's respect.

Who knew that the school was filled with so many young heros?

Punishing him was not enough as the story goes.

What about the lives that has change from full to hollow? What about our babies, our children of tomorrow? Nothing will replace the whole in their heart.

Nothing will replace what tore them apart.

Justice used to be given to the person that did wrong.

But how do you seek justice for 19 lives strong?

My heart goes out to all in broken pieces.

My hug is given spiritually to all of our brave deceases.

It linger within my soul and mind.

It can't be held but we hold it unwillingly.

It controls the sentences that express our demeanor.

It changes your intention to have a better outcome.

It is low keyed and floats with every stare.

It's called Pain,

And it can dissolve if handled with care.

Being one of many can make life everlasting.

Always chaos and wrestling,

As your sister's scream is blasting.

Never getting the bathroom

With four rooms one bath.

All trying to eat and catch the bus before your first class.

In school the children seem to be dressed better than you. No money for lunch, so a free lunch will do.

Home from school in the evening, chores need to be done. Do your homework and chores before you have fun.

Same routine until you're grown.

Now it's time to be on your own.

Get an apartment and pay your bills. Find a job that enhance your skills. A career is built on dreams and know-how.

Once you land it,

You will survive some how.