I respect the dedication and determination of Martin Luther King Jr. It took courage to address the masses...

The people that fear the most are the people that are in need of love, but are probably less deserving. The "People" in fear usually spread the lies that hide the fact that they are scared.

Who's right vs Who's wrong, we can't all be right or be wrong... for that matter...we are fighting a cause, but we can't seem to prove the right in the wrong we do to others. How can you possibly believe that by hurting and conflicting pain onto others, could be right by any belief...you can't really tell me that it feels right to hurt someone...I believe in a higher spirit, but I don't believe that he made some better than others...this higher spirit made us equal, and the best thing of it all, is that in return, you don't need to believe in him...that's how blessed we are...but you need to do right, their is too much wrong already...if this does not make any sense to you, there is something seriously wrong!

Crazy Day... running out of time. It seems that as we grow older time seems to rush through our everyday lives. This year I will evolve into a much better individual, doing the right thing, and being the best person I can be.

LOST

Lost

I’ve lost what I have found
What I have been looking for
Turned around for just a second and just like that it is gone once more
I want it all but just can’t have it.
I grab and pull but there’s no end
Just like a candy in a wrapper all nice and pretty.
But most distasteful all in your mouth
I hear you, I know you’re here, but I can’t place you nor see your face
I want to hold you and want to kiss you but who are you if not a stranger
Unfamiliar grounds all new and surreal
Cries are heard for many miles
Is it that we all feel the same, have many things in common
I want to be able to say that we are all a many of just one thing
In abundance made by our creator who has left us to be
Maybe one day we look inside ourselves and say I have found it and it is
here to stay
Travel the path that is least traveled
Find that the voice inside your head
Realize that it’s the friend you never had
Acute is your level of consciousness“carpe diem”

By Oz C

I'm Just Saying

I’m just saying


On no account did I give up
I sought to make things last
Your intentions were to finish what you started
Couldn’t decide whom you wanted
You dragged me emotionally, as though the dirt of the bottom of your feet can be washed off
Being liable for all that you felt…the culpability were me
When all along the blame were you
All the dishonesty became the fabricated truth
The hurt became more intense each day
I tried to make heads from tails but every time I failed
How could you love one, when all that you shared was abhorrence?
Despite of it all the tears I cried were true to you
Never once did you cared to even notice the grief, the hurt, the soreness, the sting, the throbbing of my heartache I was experiencing
But then again I never even noticed either…
We never fought for what we had; we just gave up with no regrets
Once strong lovers, soul mates, and much more
How can you feel no remorse and continue to laugh as though nothing ever happened, are you really that content that you never look back for what it could’ve been? I just don’t get it, I try to understand the past, find the good in the present but I can’t seem to grasp what transpired in our lives.
Not to say I need you, nor saying that I miss you, I’m just saying what needs to be said, because one day you’ll feel and understand just what I’m trying to say.

By Oz Camarena
12/19/09

WHY

Why

Growing up we played until our bodies would tire.

We went everywhere, always getting into all sorts of trouble.

Laughed, cried, and fought…all in innocence.

How I miss the days when all was easy, not a worry.

We planned our after school activities…

Couldn’t wait to get home.

Our hearts were pure and joyful.

Grew up and went our separate ways, to start our lives, and families.

Lost touch and all we had were memories …

Years of separation

Decided to call…never forgot your number.

Only a few cities away,

Wanted to catch up,

See how you were…

Hang out as men

Drink a few drinks in our honor…

Never had the chance.

The phone rang, your mom answered,

I asked for you…she began to cry,

I couldn’t understand why.

Could not image why she hesitated to pass the phone to you.

At first I thought you moved again.

I began to choke up; I was at a loss for words.

After ten years, if not more,

I thought I was going to be able to catch up on old times,

Instead I find out that four years ago you parted…could not believe it …

How can I still be here and you’re not

We still had much growing up.

I wanted to pick up where we left off

How can this be fair…I thought.

I tried hard to keep it together. Holding back the tears

Four years ago you passed away…it took me more than four years to call you…why!

All I can say is that I’m ashamed of this…

We shared many moments together…I just wish I could’ve of called sooner…my best friend, I’m sorry for not being there for you. In your time of need.

I hope you can forgive me…for It’s hard to forget what we had as kids

May You Rest in Peace.

By Oz Camarena