Only  a stranger with time.
A friend in memory,and a lover in life.
His soul engraved in my heart, his spirit blankets me in the dark.
      As a cool breeze passes by me ,thats when I feel his feather touch ,which gives me chills so briefly.
When I look sharp and afar is when I see his sillouette walking slowly then disapearing into the dark

Whats our purpose here on earth?..
When do we fiqure out where our journey starts .?
Why arn't we born  knowing?
And when do we find out where our  voyage takes us.l .
Will it be the end for us all in this place we call life.......When we do find out?

Someone  once said the only stupid questions are the ones not asked.....
      On that being said may I ask WHY?

     Why are there  so many killings...
      Why are children raised without discipline?
      Why are woman *****?
       Why is there so much hate?
      Why is racism still abate...
      Why do we have to struggle to eat...
      Why are so many people living in poverty.....
       But most of all WHY Can't we live with LOVE, PEACE and HARMONY
WHY! WHY! WHY!

I would like to see
     A sky full of stars...
I would like to see..
    A  Aqua blue ocean and white sand beach...
     And a pasture of green meadows with soft grass beneath my feet...
    But  what I would really want more than that mentioned above ,is probbally wishful thinking ..
I would LOVE to see all the RACES  live in peace and harmony.....

Written Destruction ,you know who you are.
      I know first hand you are scarred....
      Somewhere along the the way, you began writing   your days. With thoughts that consumed you, and built conflict within you.
  A love that was decieved by your very own beast.
And a soul intwined with evil. You wrote your first chapter, your journey has now begun. Savoring the memories with all the good times is probally why you keep hanging on. You my friend are dancing with the devil.  In your own words ,you said your a subject matter ,always gangster. Chapter 2 is through.
    You say the world dissapoints you. And may I ask why?
Is this the cause of a smart guy who wants to cry? In the dark of his own life .The vocabulary,  and your critical thinking is fading away everyday.
End of Chapter 3
    WRITTEN DESTRUCTION
Look and recognize,these are segments of your own life. You wrote your story, making your personal creation, and now you live in your own demise. You are ,your worst enemy. Your book is done. The x-men ,here they come....