Who do you think you are?

Some say I came into the world with fire
In my veins and the truth in my heart.
If one stands close enough they can see
And feel the emotions, including desire
I wear on my sleeve every day. I start
From scratch because it is who I will be,

And become. They see that fire turns into
Water, something calm below the surface.
To them I am God because they think I have
That much power, but I am only like the blue
And calm sky. I am the raindrops they trace
With their silky fingertips and as they halve

Their love they are born with I am there as
A reminder to be gentle, yet free. Kind yet
Brave. Smart yet balanced. Happy yet elated.
Because I know the fire and I know the topaz
Flames. I know pain. I know the burnt cigarette
And I certainly know how much the world waited.

Here I am a change man due to an situation that became beyond my own control but yet it is that one situation, that changed my life forever as it became a health issue that I didnt even knew exist, for you see lets start from the beginning of that journey 17 years ago for the date was Dec 19 2002.                              
                                                                                                                                          It was in the wee hours of the morning just like another raising of the sun when I awaken to start my day but yet to my own surprise, a shape pain run up my spine grabbing me with an unexplainable hurting pain till it bought tears to my own eyes, leaving me in a fetus position unable to move due to the shapeness of pain that run up my spine.                                        As I laid there waiting to be taken to the hospital all kinds of thoughts were running endlessly through the mere depth of my mind and for the life of me I couldnt figure out why, well after the MIR and CT SCAN I was inform that I would need to be rush to surgery to repair my spine for a spinal infusion as I was inform that I may not ever walk again.                                
                                                                                                                                    As that thought sinked into the vortex of my mind I saw my life through a different set of eyes, even as the tears fell down my face asking WHY is this happening to me but upon my awakening from the surgery, that fact became truth spoken indeed for there I laid unable to move my legs facing a life bound within a wheel chair with therapy awaiting me for my future life cycle. But yet as the reality settle in my mind I was determined to walk again on my own strenght of power, for the me that I was never believed in giving up so on Dec 24 2002 I was sent home for recovery cause I didnt wanted to spend xmas even in the hospital, for I was already feeling the depression setting in my mind as well as my soul.                                          
                                                                                                                                  But through deep determination and the help from the most highest spiritual soul and good kindred souls those 3 years, were the most painful years of my life for you see I was determined to walk again by any means necessary, so through therapy and time to heal I achieved that goal to walk again on my own for its been 17 years since that time and I still am walking now only difference I walk with a cane now as I have been bless to continue to have LIFE.

Sanity is an unsympathetic creature lurking in our blind spots.
If the dusky rays of Gothic art can’t cast out this relentless foe,
Then our gift of imagination and will of expressionism
will ignite its stalking shadow with a vengeance.

I’m proud to be of another psyche.
Without it, would we write
with such metaphorical beauty?
I think not.

In fact,
all these words
would be ordinary.
The hell with ordinary!

I want my head to whirl around without the sense
of what is in front or in back of me.
Can a head spin 360 degrees?
Imagination could.

It can turn this head again and again
until it screws off its spine and lands by my feet.
Even then, I’m not spitting dirt,
I’m chewing what the world has discarded,

Whether it be taboo or the unspeakable,
it belongs to me.
My words, my feelings, my thoughts,
there’s no defined script for imagination.

Latch the hooks into our mouths
with what you think is true
but they will not open for you
or in a way in which you’d perceive.

The distinct silhouette of reality will be within sight,
the metaphor, however;
will have a shadow which blends
into the most potent of light.

Wherever the creature may lie,
its white eyes illuminated in some dark shadow.
Now and again
its claws sting the outer reaches of my body.

Today I realize      
Angels are here with me            
This city just won't let me be        
The wicked are always at my door            
They keep crying out for more

I'm trapped in the beginning of the end      
I can't see my blessings, Just my sins
Voices echoing in my head      
They say don't look back my friend
Leave here before you're dead
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind

Here on this mountain            
There's no peace within me            
I pray for you to set me free            
Everything I can't remember            
They took from me in disgrace            
In their attempt to save the human race

Find your future from the past
For the salt will forever last
Life is not a compromise
Keep on moving leave it behind
By faith you’ll only realize
Her memory blows like the salt in the wind