If I should never return
Let your mind turn from grief
And your eyes be dry of tears.
Although it may be hard to understand
Why I am no longer part of your life
I hope you never think.........................

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Here, this is for you I want you to have it.
It’s my heart, see how strong it beats in your hand?
What’s that, you can’t take it, you want to give it back?
Well, okay I guess that’s up to you.
Oh no! You’ve dropped it.
Look at my heart lying in the dirt.
It’s alright, I can fix this, I’ll pick it up and put it back.
Look, it’s broken, how many pieces it’s become.
No worries, I’ll save it, watch me put it back together.
It may be ***** and bruised but I’m sure it will still work.
This part fits with this one, soon it will be whole.
Hmmm, something’s missing, it seems we lost a piece.
It doesn’t look good, it’s not beating anymore.
Do something, don’t just stand there, I have to make it right.
Maybe if I press upon it and shove it back into my chest.
Then it will work, yes I’m sure that’s all it needs.
Brush the dirt off, I’ll put it back now.
There, that’s better, I think it’s back to normal.
Thanks for helping, I can take it from here.
Don’t feel bad it’s not your fault, these things happen.
I’ll be fine, you can go now.
Keep your chin up, it doesn’t matter.
Don’t you worry about me.
Goodbye.

It’s still not beating, but I can’t show it.
I have to be strong.
But without a beating heart, how can I?
My aching heart, why did I put you through this?
I’m sorry, please stay with me.
I can’t do this on my own.
I need you heart, to beat for me.
So I can live.
No answer, my heart is silent.
My chest hurts, it’s getting hard to breathe.
My poor heart has died inside me.
If it is dead, am I dead too?
That’s it, I can’t be alive when my heart has died.
I’m fading.
Goodbye.

Looking ever forward towards what?
The hope of a peaceful death?
An end to the madness that defies
your journey towards knowledge, towards self?
Needing more, you reach for it
groping in the dark, a blind man in the sun.
You put the universe in ordered terms
yet it remains beyond your ability to understand.
An illusion of order, of control.
The universe you create through discovery,
nonexistent before you reveal and destroy it.
Envelope yourself in it, feel it, eat it, drink it,
until you realize you are being smothered by reality.
Devoured by something the scope of which you cannot comprehend.
You choke on it, and it on you.
Then you are vomited back into the stars
to resume your quest for a something by which to measure your being.
Something that will let you say: "I am here, and I always will be."

Something is out there,
Waiting in a whisper,
Dreaming within the silence,
A voice drowned,
By the dull roar of the crowd,
Listen closely,
Crying out in the void,
Quietly, but with such force,
An ocean’s tide cannot erode
Hell’s flames cannot devour,
The emptiness of space cannot stifle,
A frenzied vibration of indiscernible lines,
Drawing together,
All things separated by time & place,
Unbreachable barriers,
Crumble before the power,
Of that which now lies ahead,
The entire future in this moment,
Open the ears within and hear it,
The fury of the storm
is the splash of a single dewdrop.
All things as one.

Many a weary mile I've come along this road from yonder.
The longer I walk the older I get the more I sit and ponder.
These toils and traps and memories that collected upon my lap,
and all the things that fell between my sifting fingers clasp.
Still reside inside I feel them within the atmosphere.
be it sweet and clear like breathing in the freshest mountain air,
or polluted by the cars sloshing slush upon my kicks.
I march to my own beat, the footsteps time the script.
My heart's pulse booms through never-ending bloodlines,
from me to eons passed and millennia undefined.
Stomping through this life on a muddy ball of rock,
where the bones of our grandfathers have not had time to rot.
Someday I will be a memory in someone's else's hand,
to fall right through their fingers, like finely drifting sand.

If we could consume the world,
we would all gorge ourselves in an instant.
To sacrifice eternity, humanity, all we know,
for a brief moment of pleasure.
This is our nature, one of greed,
of self-serving at any cost.
It is our driving force, our only motivation.
To take all we can, and keep others from having.
We would rather stuff our faces
until we become sick,
than share the smallest morsel
with those who have less.
Any goodness, any charity,
must be motivated by hidden interests.
By the desire to take a greater share
of the love and respect rationed to each person.
To trade the lives of all in exchange for our own
is not even a thought.
No matter the name you give it
selfishness is who we are.