Rise sun, oh brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat, your consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon ones brow, often times showing no mercy. 
Cast yourself upon open fields, across plains of flat and plateau, through cracks amongest thickets of trees, seeping through even the most thick, skies of grey. 
Bringing energy to life, or retracting your right, your presence-well known. The abundance of your will can not go unrecognized nor unseen. 
Stream upon vast skies, susceptible to your suited liking. Over baring can your harshest of ill moods be. 
At days end, peek of dusk, at last you retreat to offer the beauty, the calm serenity of your moon. Greatful for your splendor, but welcoming the moonlight- your relief, brief rest from your consistant, sometimes sweltering offerings. 
**You shall rest once more upon my shoulders day next and speak again of your bold admissions for all to recall.

Harsh today is the sunrise, basking in the sky. Mindless, heavy emotion- the lofty weight forcing this tear upon my eye. 
- An empty hearted haze, this day will prove to be. Aimless wandering about, a soul weeping to be free. 
- Dejected faces of plentitude, plastered against my skin. Solitude now proving heavier, than in a lifetime it's ever been. 
- Bearing the burden of muchness, exuding to the bone. Oneness now projected, contriving to be alone. 
- Hollow core in the light of day with dimness inching in- bringing a forceful **** to sundown, so that I may tomorrow, begin again.

What a somber life. One with no feeling, regard or even good will at all. Stepping not over the cracks, instead treading upon them; yet, you're left with many gaps that can never be filled. 
- An empty conscience, a cold, careless heart with plaguing feelings of darkness and certainly countless times of often loneliness and disposition with your own being. You cope in silence as misery's finest company. 
- Sleepless nights, thoughtless, unfeeling stares and gazes - a walking, empty mass you are in the hours of the sun, with no intentions of ever confessing to your own shortcomings - what a thorn in your side must your own existence be!

On your next outward travel, scrutinize everything around. Note lunacy among men, the smell, the sound. 
Behold with your own eyes, this worlds revamp to Hell. With no benevolence to govern, it seems just as well. 
Camaraderie fabricating infrastructure for one to pillage, deceive and lie. Even seemingly sound minds, are out for their piece of the pie. 
Falsification of higher beings with approval to harm or even **** and disappointedly enough, it's asserted as free will. 
There's said still to be humanity, just waiting to be found but don't set prospect too high, for others live for your mockery the moment you're down. 
Do we settle for desolation? Simply secure the strife? Be cautious of righteous decisions, it's a bitter sweet life!!

No more tears in streams, like that of pouring rain. Instead, a heart of stone like structure, with a numbness to the pain. 
- Life will make a shift, here and there a turn. Be swift to learn from a lesson, for fire precedes the burn! 
- Remain nimble on your feet, accept heartache as lesser pride. Remain true to your own solidity, put all hasty feelings aside. 
- This life is accompanied by downfalls and the hardest lessons of the sort. So, don't exhaust yourself trying to change what you can't, you'll end up selling yourself short!

Songs of evening crickets, people swiftly moving along to their desired destination. The harsh sun retreats, at last presenting mercy on a sweltering day. What once was merely a shadow in the light, turns to complete darkness as the sun briefly retires it's shift.
- The stars, the moon, they emerge from the persistent covering of lighter skies and white "over stuffed", clouds. All the world seems settled at this moment in time. A consoling inner peace at the thoughts of a mother tucking her child safely, warmly into bed or a father reciting a bedtime story to, what so seemingly, is the apple of his eye. 
- Mother Nature's compassionate, nurturing components seem visible on this night and more so as the lightest, most aromatic of breezes sweep the hair from my face. The salutations of the moonlight awaken even the most secluded of treetops, darkest of meadows, pastures and fields. 
- Calm serenity is not at all a burden, instead, a waning by the night. This atmosphere, it wraps it's mass around me, invites me into it's core. My skin, my thoughts, my presence as a being, are one with this night - I fully embrace it. I am interlaced with it's entirety, it's presence. I am mysteriously drawn to the majestic powers of it's seemingly, maternal comfort.

A shimmer, a sort of twinkling within his eyes...it tells tales of a life well known to hardship, to him, a life hardly worth filling. He remains bound, imprisoned, cemented in a desolate dwelling, an existence that seems well beyond my outreach to assist him from the monstrous anomalies that besiege him. 
- Round dark, dingy street corners, he is familiar with people and places that burden consistent clouds of tempest atop their heads. Mingling still, he has self awareness that he belongs amidst this rigid, unwilling to set a soul free, hell. 
- He takes, steals from me as he does with many others...still, a malevolence of my own towards him is absent; for I empathize with where he is constrained. I know all too well the harboring feelings and am so very familiar with the breath taking grasps and strong holds of such a seemingly minuscule substance. I can coincide wholly, with his existing agony.....