As lighting filled a elemental sky as ethereal beings stole tears from the men without fear. If death is the end. Then let me leave enternal wisdom in the world behind. As I hope my love has no bounds in a endless embrace. While we let all wars be far way lingering in the stars. As terrorists lie behind barbwire and steel bars. Trying to find out why were there evil plans floored. If the truth is constantly rejected. Then there religon would be constantly effected. As the human race objects and rejects there badness within themselves causing so much sadness. When they should Want only the good in others. So leave no marters trying to make a name. Just looking for there terrorists fame. May no one suffer in this world today. Leaving only love not misery and pain.

While we have incerenity to the poor the rich need to give more. When we have peace there should be no war. Then there would be no battles fought on forgein and domestic lands. As women and men rule the skies. Then it's never each to there own. With there friends on there side as they fight against there enemies lies. Knowing the wicked deafcates holy places. Reading there scripters wrong with unknown faces. As they go berserk wearing there berkers. While there husbands put out the hurters. Targeting us with there bombs. As they believe there leaders cons. While you try to put on a brave face. Even though it's not your faith. Through songs on the march while you weep for the memories of the past.

To embrace the virtues of man. Knowing how to embrauge the values of youth. As you show innocent wisdom to nurture your minds. With sonnets grands to find. Facing challenges to tell the truth. As they embellish there outrageous lies. When insecurities hide behind false hearts. While closed mountains stay under snow and ice. As nature calls in a brevity time. Just as your energy lacks on a trodden path. Watching the weather swirl as your throat starts to dry. While hope challenges your feelings that your going to die.

The virtuoso of the living lie. Without spite in our dreams to become good human beings. With uniqueness in every face. While the police run in circles like hamsters on a wheel. Just when we feel the rage trying to keep our children safe. Even when we grow to a old age. While we inspire to greatness. We mustn't forget the richness in our lives. Knowing the human race is our biggest threat. Through destruction and execution we will never be this planets resurrection. So why isn't this being taught in all our education in every nation.

TAKE THAT! Take that feeling! Now engulf your life in people who painfully express that very sentiment so brilliantly that after hearing their words you find that you really didn't understand those ideas much to begin with at all and you feel lesser for it.

Now flash forwards 20-30 years: You're now a caretaker of your remaining parent, their health in a terminal spiral of decay after the loss of the first. You still work full-time, your own kids are growing older and out of touch as they explore their own lives. You are somewhat estranged with your own partner as the whole affair has been an unrelenting and daunting persistence of sheer will alone. You can't remember the last time you have had physical intimacy and you find you mind veering to the very notion of it even less.

In some outlet store, you are shopping for clothing for the ward that long ago brought you into life, you go though a lot these days, you don't need anything fancy. At this point the children's section really offers you you best bang for your buck for what you need. You'll shuffling though Sponge Bob PJ pants and your hands freeze as your ears pull the emergency break!

You hear THAT song! Twenty years later, the melody softly swaying in your atmosphere!

All at once, all of those things add up, each moment, each song; friends, ideas, ambitions--it hits you! You remember yourself--not as you 'are' *but as you *were and all that you hoped for all that you desired and then racing forth you are immediately and un-consensually assailed by all the things that have torn you from that trajectory.

You find yourself so alone for everything that was and the sorrow is punctuated by how clearly that purpose, that 'meaning' meant to you at that time.

But, the Squidworth PJ pants seem most appropriate. Perhaps there is still some lazy, leftover take-out in the fridge....

when you trim your ***** and your mustache with the same pair of scissors
when you hand over your entire paycheck to the bartender of doom and glee
when you write a bounced check at the grocery store
when you sleep with a girl who isn’t clean
when you’re young, lost, broken and poor
when your childhood runs hard and your luck runs out
when your best friend is dead and your other friend is ******* your girl
when your dog sleeps in the afternoon and dreams of the neighborhood *****
when your nutrients gets replaced with Xanax bars over the one who just left
when your tired eyes meet the brick & mortar of strenuous labor
when the smile is so fake that it appears genuine
when you go all in on someone you weren’t 100% sure of
when you wait on bleeding knees for the unreliable god
when you bet on the boxer that crashed to the canvas
when the interest is high and the banks are closed and the creditors don’t care about grace periods
when you understand very little and you expel a whole lot
when the cord of anxiety strangles your very essence
when you turn out to be just as everyone expected

don’t worry

it’ll all turn around

and find you again

someway

somehow.

I read
what you wrote.
It is beautiful,
and not mine.

I have laid those bones to rest—
not in spite,
but in mercy.

Your voice is strong.
Let it carry you forward.
I won’t follow.
But I will listen
from far away,
in peace.