I'll leave life with my masterpiece lying in death.
I'll leave life with all the answers that beat in my chest
I'll leave life with all the insight I had in my head.
I'll leave life with unspoken words left in my breath.
I'll leave life and hug those that may be next to my bed
I'll leave life and hopefully my hope will wear me
close to her chest
I'll leave life and I hope she knows my soul
hasn't left.
I'll leave life and see where hope is taking me next.

Three piece suit in the booth, ain't **** cute. - Sean Price.

I **** in the oceans.
I **** on this Earth.
I **** on your homes
and I spit on your graves.
I **** in this place
where all your memories are made.
I curse in your world
and condemn this reality
I play with your beliefs
thoughts judged as blasphemy
to Hell with the consequences.
if you say you're older than me,
I'll say that I will outlive you.
I demand a different way
Because I am entitled to
I inhereted this place so I should rule
as I wanna rule.
You are old, weak and with few
so what're you gonna do?
I am always defying.
Take away my tongue
and I'll grab all the paper
Take away the paper
and I'll learn sign language
Take away sign language
I'll learn Braille
Take away Braille
than I'd still have my thoughts and vision
Take away my thoughts and vision
well by the time we get to that
you'll need to genocide this entire planet.
You will never shut me up
You will never withhold me from communication
That law is my *****! And I'll use her in whatever manner I want.

I will not stand by and watch you drive my home into the abyss
I need a place to ****, I need a place to eat, I need a place to **** and I need a place to sleep. I need a place to **** and I need a place to scream.
But most of all I need a place to live!
And I don't ever plan to leave, nor do I ever plan to die
Because I am the silenced voice of mankind
and I'm wired to survive in this life called Lies!

Your love touched trauma
as my body shuddered.
Tension released
tears poured out as I wept in silence
as I wept in darkness
as I wept, a master of deception
My pain stayed outside your awareness
Your hands across my chest
created an image
of a baby being dried after taking a bath
both of your hands were enough to grab my torso
and I became painfully aware of how feeble I am
weak and dependent
Harsh thoughts, pethetic
somewhere, somehow seeking redemption
while there is nothing to redeem
my challenge lies in acceptance

A path my mind created to stray
A path my mind created to survive
Acceptence for me will be the end of me
this me, fitted to survive in a world no longer this world
but the previous one, another reality
that has been explored and discovered.
But just like this world and the previous one
I always defy the reality that I see
Because the reality that I see doesn't coincide with
what's inside this core of me.
This core of me desperately trying to break loose
in this pethetic shell,
I WANNA BE MYSELF, YET I'M STUCK IN THIS SELFMADE PRISON, IT'S HELL
YET I AM THE WARDEN, THE GUARD AND THE GUY DROPPING
THE SOAP.
I HOLD THE ******* KEYS YET I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO
ALL I CAN DO NOW IS SIT BEHIND MY DESK, ROLL ONE UP
AND TAKE A ****.. so...
I don't have a ******* answer, I simply don't know.

There are words stuck in the back of my throath
that I wouldn't dare speaking. Sentences formless,
water kept below boiling point. My tongue a
sharpened claymore. It's reach long,
it's swing heavy. Yes, I am a dangerous man.
Wielder of the most powerfull weapons.
My pen writes, shifting balance of words
influencing reality, developing perspective
of readers who don't tread carefully.
This is my space, in here I rule supreme
in here I create what no one could re-create.
Look through my mask and ask yourself
if it's not another mask. A man with layers
I go deep, with thoughts and feelings
I am weak, so I acknowledge what I see
What I see is you, despite you wanting to.
What you feel is what you do.
What you do is what you show
So what you show is what you feel
and what  you feel is the warmth of me
acknowledging you.
The illusion of distance, it is me
being next to all of you!

I see threads,
patterns, you paint your path with
the scenery, fractals, consistent of consistency
consistancy consistent of constant consistents.
con, con, con..con
So I see lies in patterns emerged, I see spikes on paths,
traps embodied with wrath
Stray, blonde turned brown, paint yourself
outside the goldilocks zone for now
Out of sight, never out of mind
Cursed with memories, painted underneath my eyes
a blight on my existance, a blight on everything
A paradox, yet you keep persisting
You are what made me, me, now I am contradicting
Proud of who I am, who I became
ashamed of who I was, yet a necessary part in play
I you made your bane
I, victimized of your fears and hate
will smile each day
as I will slowly make you sure you break.

Love is life but life isn't love, so the love for life is never lost.

We already are, because we consist of molecules and atoms build up in a particuler way.
Inside of the core of these atoms lies a new different world with a weird reality.
This is called quantum physics.
It is known that one quantum particle interacts instantaneously
with a different particle if it's directly affected.
Basically meaning that if you react, it directly affects the reality around you due to quantum particles directly interacting with eachother
Thus you are at two places at once.

Today I embodied life.
I was at the beach enjoying the sunset when all of a sudden I saw a beautiful arrangement of shells lying in the sand.
I was struck awe at the beauty of the pattern that just lied there. A feeling that there was something more behind it watched over my shoulder.







I smashed the pattern of shells with my fist, ruthlessly.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A GOOD THING GOING AND SOMEONE AND SOMETHING COMES ALONG AND ***** IT UP?! HAVE A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE YOU SELFISH BAG OF ******* ****. FEEL THE SINCERITY OF MY FIST MERCILESSLY CRUSHING YOUR 'OH SO BEAUTIFUL PATTERN'!!
I drew a mic in the sand and walked away.

Shortly after that I..

If we define beauty by health, we'll reshape the world.

Broken dreams ride the street
Where night's light meets
The high life's beat
Life stripped of pursuit
A pursuitless life
In the driver's seat
A weak tasteless defeat
Eyes front but not looking forward
Inherent unhappiness
Chronical boredom
Radio stations playing away all the hatred and pain
Beautifull clothes to hide all the wounds
In the rain
Soothing soap and warm water to wash away the bruises and stains
Act as if we got nothing to do with this place
Why can't we choose what to say?
Why do we move at your pace?
Why do we do what you tell us to do you yet we move with this weight
What if we lose all this weight?
What if we lose all our hate?
What if we show all our pain?
What if we shed from our clothes
And show all these bruises and stains?
Then what will you do when all we do is yell change?

Today I got the wind knocked out of me.
A blow that further dulled my dying senses.
This universe is dying... It's death inevitable. It's end approaching.
Our home is decaying, a loss of light has been sighted on all spectrums.
Infinity needs to be reinvented.
For my sake as all I want for us is to remain. That's my reason for being here in the first place. To make sure we stay.
But all will fade away.. why?

And if death is part of life, where will death be at the end of our universe?
Our souls would also perish. This realization that a part of me will not last even if I'm not in a conscious state cripples me. I want to remain, a single atom will suffice.

But there is another side, another chance. A new player has entered this universe. Chances are that we may be one of the very first alive. Life: a system that defies the odds. I can't help but wonder. Is life the solution for this dying universe? Energy poured into consciousness so it can save itself from dying? Life is wired for survival and I truly hope our purpose is to always defy the odds.

Hysterical laughter comes from a voice within me.
It should reach your ears, since you are not deaf to voices silenced.
Paranoia entered my brain, panic attacks happen
and I can only sleep when my body collapsed.
I effectively murdered the poet that lingers within me
it died horribly, painfully and I'm still bleeding.

I'm enjoying this feeling of agony.

- Stevie Ray de Vries Andries.

The world is a cruel place for a kind heart
which is a wise thought, which life taught
me when my kind heart got lost
in a mind dark. Life always defines art
it is refined, smart, pierces through lies sharp.
Those standing in the light are always surrounded by night, marked.
Cursed is the kind heart to always feel the cold of the world,
cursed to try and survive by his own warmth.
To try and thrive despite being shunned by He who shines in the sky
ignored by She who gave Earth life.
We try to surpass the sky just as we strive for truth.
The kind heart remains old through youth.
As kids we played yet we say we had a philosophical childhood.
Death surrounds us as we surround death.
It never dares intrude our space, it never dares to take.
It can only give, as we play a game
a kind heart is like Death, we will both never change.

Break the shackles of infinity,
and we will witness the universe
transforming into a horizon
our 3D selves will be reduced
to cartoons ridiculed
and every outline of every person
will become clear for everyone to witness
nobody is more, nobody is less
and everybody will be
exactly who he is
We will see in lines
and new patterns will emerge
and a world unknown will unfold
ready to be explored

Blood trickles from my fingers,
From my hands
gripping the pen tighter
with barbwire wrapped around it
The physical pain
Puts distance between me
and my emotions
Ink drips out as it mixes with my blood
Writing shallow words on paper
making my life more tolerable
As the hatch to my traumatized self
stays shut for just a little while longer.

As fragile as I am
As strong as I am to start showing my vulnerability
As reluctant as I am to show my inner self
as opportunistic that I am to seize every opportunity to do so
So many contradictions that are all so similar to which goal they lead
The contradictions make the obstacles so vivid, it all becomes clear
signal fires from old behavior begging to die
Bearing the incredible soothing rainstorm dousing the painfull fire
mending it with tears, healing the sore
listening to the screams that can be heard when acknowledging the fire
soothing the voices to silence with simple words but spoken with a depth of sincere understanding
"It's okay"
we lay open, tortured by our own pain
we fall some get up and build lives around obstacles in an attempt to lead comfortable lives
but still we lay open, bare and we feel the wounds
yet for some it blends in like background noise, just winds rotating around the obstacles
but I trudge along in the open scars, digging deeper towards someone I have always wanted to meet and look him straight in the eye with nothing but a look of sincere understanding
and simple words I would say:
"It's okay, let's go outside for a walk"
and I would guide myself outside
and look at the world for the first time..

The Earth is 4,5 billion years old...
4,5 billion years of memories experienced by both life and atoms.
You can almost grasp what it was like back then
The strangely familiar feeling, warm and comforting
as if it's part of you and as if you are part of it
The world stares back when you stare at 'it'
Thus the world is watching you walk
it has no eyes because it has no need for it
it can see clear and it's eye pierces
what no eye can ever see
The serene being living for over 4 billion years..
Can you fathom the life experience? What it has been through?
I can't and I know I'm not ready yet.

But what I do know of my soul is that it's commited to something.
It's trying to achieve something for over two thousand years now.
It would be truly grand if a soul's lifetime lasts a lifetime of Earth.
I find purpose in knowing that I want to achieve something over
a time of multiple lives. It makes me feel less useless because it gives me time to further develop myself. And when I talk of family I can't help but wonder. What if I'm your successor and I have committed myself to the task that you have when it is time for you to retire?

A worn out face and soul I hide behind other parts I play.
He's asleep, slowly waking up, he can only be energized by his daughter's presence today.
Yet she maybe is unaware of his father's existence
it wouldn't be strange, we're nearing a full year
I pray day to day she's not unaware, truth be told it's my biggest fear
it's hard to hold on to hope
when all you've got is memories
and an old picture on your desk
All these questions and doubts I got
a beating rhythm in my head
every tear I shed embodies my love for you
every tear I shed is because I'm missing you
I pray you don't ever forget that I'm your dad.

I remember being scared to death the first night home.
As I focused on your breathing and I pictured you behind closed eyes
I slept shallow and checked multiple times to see if you were still alive
My biggest fear then was losing you... and two years later I did
and now I've missed a year experiencing you turning into a kid.

I bet you're cheeky, witty and stubborn. Curious, full of love, sensitive and have a deep intelligence. So now I'm fighting to get you back, giving it my all. To continue setting an example, to show you that you've gotta fight for those dear to you, to show you the power a person can have. And if by some stupid lies I lose this fight, I promise you Sara look for me when you're old enough and you'll realize dad always got your back. I won't give up on you.. EVER
You'll hear an other side of a story but I won't impose my opinion on you. I will give my side of the truth and let you decide from there.

Know that I would rather endure an entire life of this heavy burden and pain and take it to my grave then let you say you had a father who gave up halfway.

In three days you'll turn three. I'm sorry I can't be there Sara but I promise I'm doing everything in my power to see you as soon as possible. In advance I wish you a happy birthday, your birthday present is going to be a bit late though. Bear with me, it's on it's way.

I love you.

Writen with tears of sincerity, a strong soul and a loving heart,

Your father Stevie Ray de Vries Andries.

ps. You're always way to young to have any boyfriends, ever. ;) Dad will put them to the test. If they're unworthy Spartan-Kick them out of the house and if they are you'll sleep in seperate beds. And if he does treat you with the honor and respect you deserve.. I'll think about letting you sit next to eachother on the couch. Haha...

The core of my heart is compassion, it's warmth passionate.
Enveloped by the pain and sadness of my past experiences.
The bright light hugging it is made from the love I have received in my life. The scars on my heart is proof that life acknowledges me.
The tears that I shed for myself and for those I love is the light and hope I give to others who are shining just as bright.
When I look up to the night sky and gaze the stars we have the tendency to feel insignificant. But it is in this very tendency where our tenacity lies. To want to grow to being significant on cosmic scale. Besides the fact that our tenacity and willpower lies in that very thought we also create an illusion for ourselves. The night sky tells me I'm significant, for we are small yet we matter in the world we live in. When our hearts open our horizon widens, our world becomes bigger but it also deepens. I would like to invite those that say that this world is getting smaller to not look at size but to zoom in on one specific aspect of life. You would realize how significant an ant or a microbe is and just how dependant we are on the smallest of creatures and how significant they are to us. You would realize that the smallest of things  allow us to be significant for others and that it serves as the foundation, the stepping stone for us to be significant on a cosmic timescale. Everything is connected and so far everything we know except ourselves honors that connection.

Words abandoned me today.
My thoughts race. No clue what I'm thinking except that I'm thinking.
I'm sleepy. I should get some rest. Probably would be for the best. But I don't want to. I don't want this miserable day to end, because I am more afraid of tomorrow. I barely eat, my hands tremble.. I'm shaky, weak, feeble, clumsy, falling.. Tired, awake, bleeding, leading myself astray.. but why?
Ironically because all I am feeling is sadness and pain. You flow in my veins but the weight of my love for you is simply to great. So I endure but I don't want to. I want to give up but I can't. I want to stop but I can't. I'm tired of fighting but my mind and body simply won't stop to rest. I don't want to die yet this seems like this will be a fight to the death..and I don't want to give in to my desire to see you.. it's frail and it hurts so I keep it close and deny. But I can't help but accept that without you I will die, this frail part of me that I hold so close to my side.. And when I show this side I can only show that I care. Stevie has writersblock so I wrote this poem as your dad.

I just realized that it took me quite some time to realize that it takes quite some time to realize things you really need to realize.

Blood drips from my finger tips.
Pieces of my soul glue together my shattered heart.
The mirror is the purest witness of my self.
Eyes that acknowledge my past, present and future self.
But even a mirror can be broken.
It's vision can become blurry through the tears from the eyes that perceive the mirror as pure and honost.
Fragile is all existence, it's strength lies in flexibility and endurance.
Strength is the power to stay, to bend and adapt. The power to reflect back, to stare into the eyes of the future and to see the path you're carving. Not to control it but to bend it to your will with the goal of staying just a little bit longer. Another minute in which you can make a difference, another minute to bend your path and another minute here within the fragile fabric of this web called existence.

Time to shatter my current self.
Expose the feelings hiding within.
Bring months of rain, a monsoon
as I peel off my skin. Bare and naked
sadness for the world to witness.
I bleed, a martyr of my faith
that all is equal and all get their fair share
of pain. Some more than others
some which can not be justified underneath the face of the sun
or the scarred side of the moon. The strength and endurance found in bonds shared by red blood flowing in all our veins. I peel, cry and peel, I am tortured, I am enduring, I am struggling, I am living, I am dying, I am burning and the flame of hurt is doused by the rain of my sadness.
I am not guilty, yet I am accepting and acknowledging the impact your blow had in my sense of righteosness and my perception, which caused a switch in my  reality.  My loss of perception and perspective allowed me to redefine my understanding of equality, love and loyalty. For that I am gratefull, it has made me stronger and it has made me wiser. So know I am breaking so I can love.
I can see the sun shine beneath my own clouds and sadness. I can see the sun shine beneath my own chin and I can feel the sun's warmth beating in my chest. The moon symbolizing my sadness and negative emotions. It's mysteries waiting to be discovered, waiting to be unlocked, waiting to be freed. Just wanting to sigh with the feeling of purest relief. I am joyfully dancing in the rain, crying and in pain yet smiling and entertained.

Found my roots, became a tree..
now I have all these birds who sit and **** on me

~****

I would unite this world under a common goal that what matters is not how much you possess but how long you can stay on a cosmic scale. I would like us to focus on how long we can stay here and I believe that in order for us to achieve that we must work with our environment instead of against it.

I believe that if we balance our ecological footprint to nature's standards we would easily last more than 15 million years and maybe outlast the dinosaurs. Excluding big apocolyptic events that may or definitly will happen in the long term future. In the past hundred years we have made humongous technological progress and we are on the precipice of understanding the world around us. Imagine how far we would come in ten million years even if you include ups and downs regarding progress. Which is still just a dot on a cosmic scale. But at least it's a dot. With the way we currently handle things we wouldn't even get as close as a spec on a cosmic timeline. Considering that we would only have to balance out our ecological footprint to achieve this makes you wonder what would happen if we were able to not only balance out nature but also use the fundamentals of nature itself to progress the growth and evolution of the environment. To make it livier on this planet, to help nature become more self-sustaining or even create recoures through bio-engineering.
We would effectively be able to utilize the forces of nature to also work for our survival. Maybe contributing in amazing ways, like a more efficient magnetic field.

From the perspective of a timeline that stretches into millions of years of technological civilization other problems that must be tackled come into play. How do we protect ourselves against extreme solar outbursts from the sun? How would we survive an ice age? How would we survive an asteroid? To be able to actively think and tackle those problems would not only be amazing and scary but it would also mark our unity as a species. These problems can't be solved if we aren't united. Every individual, every child has a great inventive mind brimmed with idea's, dreams, love and ambition.

I want us to utilize all those talents, all those ideas and see how long we can last. I want us to stay for a very long time. I want to know that when other species look at our planet they are looking at our civilization as it was one billion year ago, when we were still bashing eachother's heads in with wooden clubs. I want them to realize that they are looking at the beginning of a civilization one billion years ago. And I want them to know that if they looked a little bit closer they would realize we are still there.

After those ten days I would step down and I would have wanted to create a world where no one would step up and take leadership. We would all be equal and united under this common goal.

How do I still endure this grueling test?
I guess that's why I smoke so much
but I can't use it to connect
I simply abuse it's elusiveness
heartbruises I lose it
so I cloud all of it's lucidness
I will never get used to theft...

Especially if you take my daughter from me..

That's indeed the way to fuel my death
but here's a never changing fact
she's my daughter, and she inherited
questions, some will be answered
untill my side of the truth is said

and that's why you'll never take her completely away from me
and that's why she'll never be able to completely break with me

And truth be told our marriage was more of a fusion
I would never wish what I feel now.. and what you do upon you
so why do you question me if it all was an illusion?

The wolves howl underneath the stars
crying towards the moon in the cold night
a mist hangs low, all the alpha's are present
the top of the mightiest packs.
The strong howl fierce and wise
The ghosts of fallen Gods ride on their backs
armed with axes, hammers and swords
eyes that have seen war
eyes that have seen death
and in these events
the impenetrable wisdom of life pierced them
but the greater Gods showed no mercy
as they gave them no tongue
the wind dies down
the hunt begins.

Unspoken words screaming to those who listen
pleas of the fallen ****** echo through abandoned halls
eroded by millions of years of emptyness
lingering sadness, the tears of Regret
create a damp moist atmosphere
moss absorbs and settles in the dark
growing....conquering for reasons undisclosed
because it can
because it can mercilessly run free unchecked through the empty space
slowly but surely establishing dominance...
the wind lies still
slumbers like an ancient Dragon
away from all the events happening elsewhere
time slows to a near stop
the voices sleep with the wind
and all comes to an end
slowly and surely the passage of time ceases to exist
when all life and energy comes to a complete standstill
it is then a place becomes eternity
it is then the definition of time is rebuttled
Shattered physics as broken shards of glass uncover the lie that lies behind it
time doesn't exist. Merely the speed at which events move.. and when all stops moving immortality can be achieved.

"C'mon Stevie you got to show them what you're made off!"
"I did and your mother was very impressed."

"C'mon Stevie you got to show them what you're made off!"
"I auditioned but they said I was too big."

"C'mon Stevie you got to show them what you're made off!"
"You do realise that Kathryn Janeway reffered to me everytime she said 'Captain's Log' don't you?"

"C'mon Stevie you need to go out more and show the world what you can do."
I can't, I'm like Japanese ****. Entirely censored.

"Come inside"
chuckles

"Can I come over?"
"You"
"What?"
"What?"

"*******!"
"You're On!"

"*******"
"."

"C'mon Stevie show em what you're made off!"
"Have you read this?"

Right now I'm sitting in my bed.
A dark room, limited living space.
Four walls close and around me
Supressing my freedom
Shackling me..
The only light is from my phone..
Reflecting..
The light from my phone
shines on my chin
Thinking back, telling myself
my own story
Like telling nightmares by a campfire
Except I'm in my bed
and I'm supposed to feel safe
Yet in my bed..
I have felt fear, sadness,
anger, dissapointment...
regret..
Never felt so alone
that night after you left
Death keeping me company
constantly reminding me
of the fragility of life
feeding on the void inside me
Rejoicing the absence of light....
My heart weighs heavy
so **** heavy...
My heart beats slower
pumping tears through my body
Sad in my entirety...
A cold shiver runs across my back
goosebumps...
Death's consoling me..
I close my eyes
and can't see my daughter's face...
Ofcourse, it's too dark..

Impenetrabel is his being.
Vulnerable is his essence.

Slither,
Slither in that ***** disgusting tarpit of yours
Suffer,
Suffer under the sheer weight of your own demise
as you pethetically die
crushed by the weight you handed yourself
in your own life
Never look up, keep looking down
The darkness of tar blinds you
not realising how low you have sunk
so disgustingly pethetically low..
Wither,
Wither away without ever seeing light
without ever seeing green fields
that you would simply stain with your presence
as merely gazing upon others would corrupt their hearts
with black spots and their minds would rot
within their bodies, infected cursed to damnation
Watch me.. Look me in the eyes
as I throw feathers down, followed by a lit match
Listen, as I loudly laugh at you burning
Standing yet again on the tarpit I climbed out of
forever victorious as my corrupted self
dies in excruciating pain
in the most humiliating way
Smoke rises from the tarpit
and the scent of my self
being burned to crisps
sparks screams of panic
from the living dead
that lie buried
in the Graveyard of my defeated Selves

Grab a pen.
Grab a pad.
Go ****.

I mean... He took my job!

Meditate in the depths of my anger
untill I am one with my rage
Furiocity ferociously revolving
around me
coiling around my psyche
as it enters my heart
blood pumping hate
to my muscles
tense as they stiffen
and when they quickly relax
you'll notice I have perfect control
and that I sharpened my weapons
for a relentless attack.

An old soul with a young heart
I do not fear death
For I have been there longer
than I have been alive
I'm not scared to
go back home
after a hard days work
A couple more lives...
your sons and daughters will
see the influence of my work
and my time spent here...
A couple more lives...
before my job here is done
and I can finally retire
and once more
become a part of
our collective conciousness
and your sons and daughters
will enkindle and move as one
I'd say a job well done

You are not worthy. For I created you and plunged my expectations in the abyss at which you do not live up to.

I need not share my wisdom with you. For it is my wisdom and I decide whom  I shall enlighten.

I have never made a mistake or did something I regret because I am proud of who I have become and who I am today.

loop, a reverse loop
the same story
a double standard
which is backwards
and went forward
or vice versa
two loops
in a loophole
three loops
make a paradox
which undid me
before I could end me
and it ended me
before I could meet my end
it made a new beginning
before I could start over

My applause: http://imgur.com/Xx2AM2h

What gives?
Uhh.. love?

These caps split wigs like Arnold.

Don't give up they told me,
Go out, break a leg
broke my soul
my heart
head shaken
took a heavy left
Gave everything
but the price was death
and I couldn't pay
I wouldn't pay
the price I payed for your happiness
Thinking back, I can only shake my head
If I would pay, would you raise the dead?
or would you leave? Steady, asking
Who should I aim for next?
Your betrayal....
provided my escape from death
now I'm on the sideline
and I can only shake my head
at how you reached this depth
and at the top of the pit I stand
ash falls down
from the rope I had in my hand...

Earth's sadness pours upon me,
clothes soaked in tears
I shed my own..
casting aside my mask
curtains removed from the windows
I open them
and let it rain inside my heart
The Earth lets out a mighty roar
one from pain, one from hurt
our hearts open
as we both declare war
we stand firm readying our swords
we will not lose
we will not falter
we will not stop
until we are victorious

Behind this waterfall of sadness I burn brighter than ever

The thought of my mortality hurts me.
Because I see too much beauty
Feel to much love for life
See so much potential
and strength
through common
struggle and strife
How we can
toughen our hide
fall, rise
hands high
reaching for light
the power of believing
the power  that comes with hope
how sometimes we are lost
yet always find ways to our soul
we symbollically die in our lives
through time
numerous times
yet we rise, reborn
sometimes reformed
but miraculously
always stronger than before
how we build ourselves
on rocky shaky foundations
sometimes breaking
from crumbs of dust and stone
we will rebuild
the power that hides within us
are the stars in the sky
up high in my inner world