by Nestor G. Mendoza
Looking back at my childish ways,
lord knows of my devilish days.
For being able to walk outside and look at the constellations,
I am thankful.
I spend hours outside tracing the stars with my fingertips,
creating combinations astronomers haven't even thought of yet.
Of all the people I have met over the years
You seem to stick on my mind after a few beers
You have a good head on your shoulders and a pure soul to your name
I hope one day that I have the same
The first of the year
Page one of the next three hundred and sixty five
It doesn't seem long, a whole revolution around the sun seems longer
At the begining of this year I didn't understand the blessings I had
Thinking of all the things for which I've been blessed
Brings forth tears and feelings of happiness.
GOD has stretched out his arms and wrapped me in HIS grace
I may not want to get up in the morning; in fact that seems to happen a lot.
I may not want to wake up one day. Even though I should, I may not.
But I know that I need to wake up, and be grateful too. When open my eyes,
Its hard to write a short poemAbout things that make me happyI wrote a two page poem and thought"Its too long and too sappy."I had to be selective Like picking out a mateSo here are about ten things
With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty,
Come dearest, watching the walking flash
My blue sky becomes a silvery ash
Your sonorous taste of your way get brilliant
As a lamp over Jesus is now touch become a garment of the resilient
and people suck
and needing sucks
But then there are
Days and people and moments
That two is company, and three's a crowd
I don't quite feel the same.
No matter the amount, good friends are priceless,
Whether wild or tame.
My lifelines are my friends and family.
The one who became all she said she never would.
I am not she
I will never look the same
But, I am me
And you are to blame.
You say that you love me
How can that be?
I am not perfect
I’m only maybe a 3.
In your eye,
What does awesome mean to you?
When you think of awesome
You think of that great big success
You think of acing that end-of-year test
We think of celebrations and parties
And being our best
Outside in the midst of nature and a boundary set by humans
Hey life, we had a good one, didn't we.
Lots of adventures, so many things to see.
Ive done so much, yet it is barely anything.
Thank you, for all the experiences you bring.
You keep green apples and orange on the desk in your room.
Pictures of me, and me and you, hang from the shelves
like prayer flags.
There a poor man and his wife and children at a restaurant
Dear Mom, Dad
I see it
I see the road
Twisting ahead of me
And I see you're scared too
I see the rain clouds
And the twists
The little snares
That pull me down after the bends
To be loved by a beaten soul
Is a special kind of love
To be loved by one who is not given it
To know I am special enough to hold such a delicate heart within my rough hands
Blessed is the man that do not walk in the counsel of the unGody,
nor stand in the way of sinners,
I once had a childhood; carefree, full of dreams.
I once had a family; happy, loving.
I once had my sight; to explore, to enjoy, to embrace the world around me.
You have people in this world who:
Every morning she wakes up
To do the same exact thing
As soon as she comes home from school
She endures the beatings
All she wants is to get away
Far from this place
He said, 'I pity that old woman, ' but ran away when she asked for help.
The beauty you allowed me to see.
Moments of laughter and words of wisdom ; I will always cherish.
I feel that I've been blessed
It only took but a moment,
For those planes to crash.
All those innocent lives went,
And the people turned to ash.
It only took but a moment,
For their wedding to occur.
Would you just suck it up already?
the absolute insanity.
You don't know
how good you've got it.
You're ignorant to those who suffer.
Grew up with only one image in my eyes, "I will never make it". It was even worse soon as I heard that my best friend, my mother was taken.
Poor Kids in Bangladesh
Poor kids in Bangladesh;
sweat, tears, heat, fears.
Poor kids in Bangladesh.
Just release the bad,
Invite the good and you'll see
A life meant to be
Wings churching, brilliant orange light,
the unsettled monarch now leaps into flight.
first one beat then two beats, then three and then four,
as the king of the butterflies sets out to explore.
I was never
Going to find you
The world wasn't
In our favor
In the heart of the city of Manhattan,
There once was a girl by the name of Ashton.
She was as rich as could be,
As her parents were the CEO’s of a large company.
Her funds were spent like they never would end,
Alive I am Alive yes I am Alive
My bones tingle with the energy of life itself
The energy of life surrounds me it protects me it cradles me, guides me
Some strive to be different
But I strive to be me.
They say that it's easy
But, some will never see.
They don't know my struggle, they don't know my pain.
After years of practice, patience, and pain
Lets talk about Christ he is the way, he is the truth, he is the light
all three in one the Holy Spirit, and the Father, and the Son
so everybody i hope you listenin' if your not in Christ i know your missin'