Blasting my senses with lasting noise, The heat of the moment through pain and joy, A testament of strength to hold on tight, Another day gone and another left to fight.
Pass me your glances of scorn or praise, Make me remember the worst and best of days, Be true to you whoever you claim to be, Restless I sit back when oceans open within me.
Save your judgment for someone who cares, When I laugh I whisper because no one has to be there, Give yourself up to the resisting cloudy skies, Don’t forget your anger or joy from previous ties.
Building a person over time with patience or understanding, Dedicating light to the ideal of a better tomorrow so commanding, Two places to reach whether happy or sad, Splitting to recall a fork in the road of being joyful or mad.
Look at the path that has lead you to now, Give yourself up to the possibilities of being less endowed, Stop yourself in your tracks and just be who you are, Because in the end we all pass and at the beginning we all are proud.
Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.
I am the Peacock, the beautiful bride of the bird kingdom. I am in no doubt fairer than the cock for I dwarf its pride with feathers that stand-out. I am the Peacock who desires serfdom from the bird kingdom,
Fear of the enemy is allied Though I may have died I live forever in the history As my country recites my story History praises my martyrdom With those who laid their lives for freedom Conferred on me is the
The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall