Courageous right
Walking into the light
Knowing what the solution is
Seeing what the problem is
Walking into the light
The beauty of life’s beginning
The beauty of life’s forever’ness
What an ending

Courageous in spite
But yet still walk into the light
Out of darkness knowing this
Out of darkness into fight
Tears boil
But it’s at the point of action
For the children you could say.
Life

How long would you take it
Would you let walls
Or policy hold you back
You have been free All this time
The choice is there
Like he say she say, they say, You Say

In front of all odds
Of the world of count.
You

It comes a point
Walking into it
It stands there
Looks back at you
Deep penetrating eyes
It’s a Door

Walk in
*^&%&$@!!!@!!!$%!!!!!!
Be Courageous!

(Taste the ultimate freedom)

6:17AM
December/30/2007

Peace, Izzy

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The minute a person whose word means a great deal to others dare to take the open-hearted and courageous way, many others follow.
Marian Anderson

“Something led me to read this after writing this. Could not have said it better myself. Truly inspirational” -Izzy

Crave yes, the promise of self
Promises to myself
Astral projections to a place I thought
I thought in ones moments in times place
To the place of knowing it, so I promised
So much not to take on the ills of it
The will never to fall in the perishings of re, and regrets
What were they, and what would they be, if I knew
Knew not to do, not to do because I had it all planned in dreams of thought
Before the journey began
Yes , to myself I had it planned
Knew what it was to avoid ….I would have called it smart

Looking up at that sealing with the glow in the dark stars
My mind, my you’in’the verse’ …my universe
At night I would fly via teleport
Ready my ports
Read it was my passions burst
In, And out to the future’scape
I was there before I was there
Now here
Here in the place of all places known to be
I am.

Planned to be, just a minute off
But I realize what it’s, and Is,
Felt what I could have only thought’ed
Drinking the full cup of the joys of pains…
It tasted good
The fresh crunch!
Of the new
It was I, that did
Wanted the ride of struggle
Only to win in my world glory
It’s my dream mixed with the worlds of dreams
So it’s parallel with realities ultimate
Understandings not’s whats read?
Your subconscious
Gets

In the tank of an Un, and a Countable many fish
The plastic bag, of water temperature different
Figures the wait, in it’s place, until the bags free
And it breaks. To join in as it fits in it’s place

Awake again to the middles of nights end
Forcing the pages of today not to end
Folding back life’s stories
To figure the folds of tomorrows bringing
This is not the end, but knowing’s reminder of beginning
I see it- Where the “I” wants to be
Project, in that place, pictured so far
To wake up in time…
with my dream,
Right next
to Me.

Out of poems to write
Speechless to the poem
Not the thought that misses
But the will not to acknowledge
But to desire the nothing to “be” not nothing but live in peace
Away feelings and minded pictures put away
Systematic reality’s functions
Human’nis out of this, what an end
Not the manipulation of a Dream
Like fighting agents programmed machines, Literal
Systematic, Systematic, Systematic, The policies of.
Could it be, human functionality does not exists
And the rules of compassion- Truth- Love-Responsibility
Is just to tame-
The would be free

Bring in thee
Live out you
Be your truth

Peace, Izzy
12/14/07
5:11 PM

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Fathers as me and you
Loving the two
Not lost in mind & heart
Forever the imagination creates
This is for me as well as you
Not celebrating a day but surly you
The times infinitely spent
Giving man hood to man hood
Life to lives so many built
Forever “a” father
Forever a father
Blessed is truth

-Peace, Love, Respect
-Izzy

3:34 pm
6/17/07
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I drew a picture back in the day that I still have- It was surreal but it pointed out my reality- The move was simple and the action depicted happiness- To my future it was this way—> and the world waiting for my giving- True story, it was surreal but it pointed out the reality- “Self”- I can move my self- I can build my self up or down- Give knowledge, and build faith within myself- Look at yourself, and you will get a reflection of you- Reflection is your reality “around”- Peace with yourself- Winning, with yourself- Are you winning? With yourself- Your beat of sound and voice- Can I change the world- Can I change This person next to me personally- I can control “Self”- The world is better with self- My world is better within myself- Start with Self- As self is changed for the better- “Creator”, the Reality- Then Reality is “me”

….Peace, Izzy The Artist
9/28/07
12:28 AM

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It’s the pages that’s let go=—->

wrote on over and over

on top of the same spot.

Ripped to top and parted

to parts of the unknown

letting the pages go=—–>

Running out of space( )
Traveled flight

and none even left in the corner

-It’s the pages let go-

And what was wrote-

It was never there-

Never happened- ?

It was never a thought of it- ?

never felt- !

If you ask me.

I don’t know- ?

What was a memory …

is now paper’trashed…

on an old notepad

If you ask me…It never was

I have no idea ?

new pad out for the noted

taken

And the 28^th

Never Happened

Peace, Izzy
4:12AM
9/11/07
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Peace, Izzy

11/4/07
2:21 AM
(Loving Truth?-Loving back!-Love back Truth.)

Copyright©2007

Sitting on this cloud as the night get navy’er blue darker- days coming up from other ends

Looking down on my cities; the country side by side taking air cool to cold

How many heights from the earths ground- all seen is dots below but the people felt like my children

Perceived felt the vibes of thoughts and emotions from actions and interactions they were

Momentum waves pieced up and deciphered it all from the person on the corner to the ones asleep

Taking in their dreams the pleasure the fear and the adventure all at once at one time it was crazy

As I sat on my cloud I had created to sit on… up high up in that lonely place in the sky up there up there

Looking down from my location in great the state of thought it was electricity radio energy, it all so…

Electrical

From my huge pot that’s filling up with water the essence- I pull it over to my side and exhale

Test it with a small of the smallest drop first… as the droplet lands on the earth it bubbles a splash

From the slash of the droplet of the smallest pour grows thousands of sprouts

It was the future Plants

Amazing the site it was if you could have seen it with your flesh eyes

Excited at the results of my experiment with science

Detached from it all to give answers and solutions

Looking over at the shiny pot like water of diamonds and gold unique

The greatest of little arms wrap around the container

Lifting up the jug full to tip over

Not giving in ration I pour over the pot

Like a bomb the wave of water pour profusely in bundle SHOOOTS FROM THE SKY!

It hits the earth and spreads forever spreading

It was the future

Given for the price called free

Raining down at once

The conciseness took // a drink

Would you go for substance or thrill the potato or jelly the bean- over the counter what ya means medicines prescription taken 2 bodies a thought- would you walk over to get it take feel it- or can you feel it without taking it- degrade self to find answers really ha ha ha…. Or sit on thrones thinking the plot- paths your choice- waist time or own it- want it get it need it so get it- paths paths paths…Look down the rest but walk the strait one. Embodiment, and you can google this!

Peace, Izzy

8/27/07
4:26 AM

(just wrote this right fast, but I got some new joints working on… on the way)

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The road

Did you see me cross the road off the plane

Behind me just me, and in front all the same

You should have been there before the car crash

Where I was thrown from the seat to the edge…

Of that cliff hanging to survive a fall I did not want to drop from

The road was thin difficult to travel but used every bit of ingenuity still

What road were you on?

While I was on this path just so not long ago

When I took over the three cities in civil war to bring the new peace

Were you there?

As I created the greatest masterpiece ever for eyes to view

The imagination to grow from and Ideas to grasp

Did you travel it?

Where you only to see it off the road miles away in thought

Off the road hanging from the cliff

The car in flames burning fuel

Limbs bleeding from scrapes

Thought what now, what now

You were on your forever vacation

Who was there but me?

But see I did let go that day

And off the cliff landed safe

I never forgot…

From that landing

I simply walked

Away.

True story

Peace, Izzy

5:40 PM

8/12/07

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Get Your Family On-

Where are the families for real? You got fam but not the family for real

This is not a culture, this is a national break down- Unorganized organized Tragedy

Boy friend girl friend life what the heck ya say? It does not even start with the name men nor woman But boys and girls-

And what do you do when friendships break up fall apart grow apart never to make up- Never was even the proper make up to make up-

Not a family your investment is lost- Detached from a once union teaching the kids afar apart to be what?

What you are not apart- And it’s not just for you- You have a duty to the village too-

They say only 35 percents of are families are together- I say at least 65 percent of the group of us less powerful week of focus true-

What is it that the individual seek- I know allot of people not even seeking for the commitments better- But striving for a made up right that’s devouring away physical spiritual everything, everything-

I was family building to, and I lost not just you but two to three with we- And to what as I said the weakest desires it was not me….!- This is pain you see on many different levels- I look across the board and see not many together- I know personally I will never see my parents in the same room never- Together- Maybe only at the death of one of us, and that’s still maybe never

We got nothing without families so why not many families- I come back home to see families break up fucked up! For what? And you were my inspiration too- No excuse- Again the weakest desires- I can say over and over it’s a big deal- I know it’s what I fear if I fear anything while searching for this queen building my land like a kingdom for my beings-

Who never sat down to teach that little girl and young son about how families work to form and stabilize- Shouldn’t appreciation be unconditional loved understood like hereditary instinct-

Can’t even tell stories if did would take up infinite pages the things seen messed up all over so many times over-

How many years do you have to fuck your life away? If in love and situations in it why not mend it- For its only respect to you and thee if you only knew- Is everything said maybe not as surly viewers have seen it themselves and probably made some of the same mistakes themselves- Not worth the mistakes never- Get your families on, and keep your families on…

Peace, Izzy

11:47 PM

8/1/07

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The best of me with none of these people- I know none of you but me- Who are you beside me growing “by” my “self”- Do I have to feel it like before or have no feeling- Like acting but not living the feeling- Do the heart cry of every moment everyday…Knowing everything is not aright, while knowing everything is ok- Like in the world of billions to one and feeling alone lost because of a lost one- The heart alone but filled with many not felt- Filling and filling and filling until full- Full of what? Was it wrong to chase what was wanted and lost- Was it wrong for chasing what was lost? Afloat the spirit of living remembering the drive as the pieces let go- Drifting, drifting living what is that? Poetic literal without saying the word- I know none of you but me- This picture in my mind- Was it different- As I said, I was not there…

peace,

9:21 Am
7/24/07

Copyright©2007

Humanitarian Possibilities

What lives the motive in you- Can I see feeling motives in you- Motives the feelings felt perceived- Looking right at the evil seeing an angel it’s fire- Why do I want you to see- Why cant I just worry about me- Attached to humanity why must I be a humanitarian- Like a slave to the world trying to slave my weaknesses myself my own- Seeing the good in everything being of human it’s a weakness but a illness I sometimes push away-Like feeling all the pains of the world, and feelings times a million upon one soul, then to feel personality my own pains that’s excruciating – Heart broke but feeling better it sits and lives on scratching like dogs in a glass box trying to get out- The possibility holds me when I want to let go holding on to what could be when reality is- Who would say this is a strength, I think it’s a doom and something I want to forget and let go-

Clever yes and smooth be- So much ingenuity- Cunning and swift like lighting my plot controls by thinking forward wit a motive to win the root of the plan work for me- genius to follow gifts through unlimited by far, but time is like the revealer as destiny is a job worked for- If my personality’s got a mimic then I can be what I want to be. Free

Peace, Izzy

2:43 AM

7/23/07

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I was galaxy gliding space climbing

Seen my name on a planet, so I checked it

Sat down on a rock by the third moon planet to the east

Took out my digital notepad, called Quid52

Two thoughts shot across my consciousness about? “You”

Shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting…Stars…***

Burning balls of gas boiling fire unstoppable the imagination

On the rock by the third moon planet to the east

Meditating my poem in silence it had my name on it

This poem sent for prayers, praying for me, praying for me

The poem was praying as the reader.. say… “keep him sound”

“Making life smooth and the troubles pass as harm is not done”

“Keep him creating and moving taking dreams to a physical world”

“Praying that prayers are accepted by he” as this poem is praying for me

A note read saying prayer is the most powerful force in the universe

Universally the understand’er gets un-proportional wanted results

From a reply I seen shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting…Stars…***

From a readers prayers… because my poem is praying, praying, praying for me

While sitting down on a rock by the third moon planet with my name it to the east

I sit back, roll up my Astro sleeves looking at my replies…

On my digital notepad called Quid52

Check my telescope back at home planet 3

Peace knowing while I’m away

Counting my blessings

While my poem…

Is praying for me.

Thanks.

Peace, Izzy

4:36 AM

7/15/07

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I find peace in my heart
From “understand” from a believer
I find faith in my heart bringing peace
I awaken to know “understand”, from the pain
Feeling like life was over as it was still moving
I fount peace in my heart from a voice believing
What they feel is pure creative energy from a believer
Wondering where inspirations comes from and what drives the thinker
I think they feel the realness of this life felt deeply.., they feel it
Don’t call me a professional call me believer
So I except the gifts from the Source of All Giving
Let down my fighting pose to the All Knowing
Move on knowing being protected by the Protector
I believed she from the conversation given
Instantly converted negativity to a plus
Killed the devil with trust
And fount peace in my heart believing
A gift from a believer
believing.

Thanks-

Peace, Izzy The Artist

2:58AM
7/12/07
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