Been too long since I've plastered some poetry up here... so let me present to you... a random poem by me:
Pero El Sol
We are all of the world,
and nothing is light,
except for the sun...
We all go to work,
and then go to sleep
when our day is done.
Why do we live...
Why do we breathe...
Why do we have fun?
Like a bird out of cage,
like a dog off a leash,
like a man on the run.
We are slaves of the light,
we are slaves of the norm,
we are slaves of the gun.
We laugh and we cry,
we we growl and we scream,
but we are mute and are dumb.
We light up the earth,
and we light up the sky,
and we think that we've won,
but we are all of the world
and NOTHING is light
except for the sun!
Ok, now for my second instalment in my letter-a-day program:
I am a firm believer that everybody needs to find the perfect way to BALANCE themselves. I'm not talking about some kind of physcological standpoint, or about "living a better live". I mean, it would be nice if more people just learned how to walk normally, be less clumsy, not rock about as they move as if they are about to tip over. It would probably be alot easier if your pants weren't down to your knees. But even if people we to simply focus more on respecting themselves, and carrying themselves in a way that expresses self-importance and dignification, that many of us would be better off. One of the things I like to look for in people is a since of pride or control in the way they conduct themselves... that is all.
Until next time... good luck with life

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