The Definition

by S.Gonzalez

It's not our actions that define us,

Nor is it the thoughts we have,

It's that question that annoys us,
What makes us as we are?

Nor was it the past,
  and it's influences of our memory,

The present concealing what we lack,

as such a ignorant pleasantry,

Oh and how I pity the condition of man,

it's self-made sins and hidden whims,
and they hold you guilty for your speech,

and condemn a far fetched reach,

it's the conclusion of our actions,

Those reactions and interactions,

that defines us,
as a humanity of action,

The very nature of man is question,

The question as such and expected,

It's pure essence and uncorrected, 

"What's next?"

The Space

By S. Gonzalez

I travel in space towards my dreams,
inside me an infinite stream,

My sleeping mind is the unknown,

My heart it roars for distant shores,

what is Time and this all wonder,

it has caused even angels to ponder,

When dreams must end and back I go,

So quickly it seems melancholy,

thus I fall back towards my body,

My eyes are closed yet colors I envision,

When my form travels towards it's mission,

Love and hate has it's place there,

Friends and enemies may meet,

So many people there to greet,

As I travel to them,

 in that space ,

towards my dreams.

Ol' Mr Sunshine

by S.Gonzalez

Looking above towards the blue sky,

I look to my right, there's not even a dog,

I look to my left and no one there too,

but old' Mr. Sunshine,

Beams his smile down,

The wind coursing through the clouds;

Whirling it's currents across the lights,

That is brought by our giant star,

I lay in the grass with the breeze to comfort;

nature is the healer in which refuge is taken,

Join me in the grass and sun,

In the glorious space of creation,

That thus sends us such splendor,

basking,dying and far reaching light, 
in which reminds me of night's promise,

bathe in the waters of the elements;

it's the Age of Aquarius,

Because it exists,

In my simple mind.

Then sunsets that cause my dreams to flee,

And leaving me to enjoy such memories.

The Shoe


See it's color,
see it's shape, 
for no particular reason,
nor understanding, 
why it's there.