A sun of beautiful orange do I spectate
Blossoming flowers by nature shall the sun create
Nearby the horizon does the sun set above
Passing by comes from the last of the dove
While beside the tree of green I lay with my love
But this cannot be
As it is no more than the most ideal of a dream


Regret is the aftermath of the dream I wake from
A life in continuation to endure a mirror of a ***
A sun no longer shines brightly in such a life
Often does my temple of God selfishly suffer from the knife
The only real dream is to enter through the gate
Tired and hurt do such emotions drive me to hate
Stemmed from such a state is the poison of ridicule and loneliness
Parasites that drain the content mind and trap the king in chess


Once there was a person did love give me the fall
Seemed did she have a complete reflection of the dream at all
She was the sun to shine my heart from withered to blossom
Dark did the light of her become as I longed for more of her psalm
A light that encompassed a happiness I really knew
To escape the gate was to stay in the light of truth
But the only escape was the truth in me during this mission
As longing was overcome with the sin of obsession
The outcome raged in defence of herself against my state of corrupt
Like the thunder pressuring the volcano to erupt
The blossomed heart soon tore in two
As the other fled with anger and the reaction became cruel
Thus did her leaving give me more reason to further my desire
To enter the gate with an extraordinary sense of dire


The demons manifesting themselves as convincers of the gate
Another living in an equal time of companionship to a mate
A whole life with a demon known none other than loneliness
Isolation and seclusion are merely flies compared to this spider
The strongest of weaknesses is social communication, no less
No loved ones, no friends, no family, nothing out of the world that is wider
Can serve as the parting from the only companion, loneliness
A towering shadow that buries the light in my heart of no more bless


Happiness is the false prophet and depression is my only date
****** of the self and others have been my dreams of late
Hope has no more ignition, the mind's candle has been extinguished
Darkness will soon take me to the path of that which is distinguished
The last step is to pass through the gate
The last access of my life will bring the last resort alive
Death shall cradle me a haven safe from this painful life

One day, the body decided to choose, they all wanted a say, win or lose. Never knowing who was boss, had made them all tired, on that day, this is what transpired...

The heart said* "I should be in charge, I'm the toughest muscle and my love is large"
Said the feet, "Well, that's not fair. Without me you could go nowhere."
The hands spoke up, "Who helps you eat and drives your auto down the street?"

"Don't you like your balance, and how we help you dance, without us, you'd never stand a chance" said the arms in unison.
"Oh! But I'm not done" entered the heart, singing this tune "I guide you all blindly along, bringing hope and faith, why not sing my song?"

This sorely raised the sphincter's ire... "Without me, all you would expire... I'll constipate and blur the eyes, make you weak within the thighs. Make the brain go comatose, dribble on you feet, yea, that would be gross..."

****** says to all, clear as day "Excuse me! I have something to say! Without me, you'd all be no more, for I give life, you're all a bore. I'm done with this stupid dispute!"
"Ummm, excuse me love muffin," says the thighs, "But if I didn't open wide, your point would be mute!"

The eyes chimed in, "Look here... Oh, that's right... You cannot see... Who better to guide you along... Without my help, how lost you'd be"

"I have a question." said the brain.  "Don't you thin... Oh, wait... Without me you're all nothing. Legs couldn't walk, mouth could not talk, heart wouldn't believe and no one would breathe!"

"I'm your pull toy, your magic ****... I make the babies... Yes, I be a *****!" said Mr. You Know Who
"I think you smell funny" laughed the nose,  "Go cry to your mommy,  Boohoo!"

"If you think that smells bad," said miss muffin... "Take a lick on this and then get stuffin!"

"Don't forget about me! I can hear, I'm important too, I'm your ear!"
"Well, I'm more important, I let you all breathe" said the lungs.
"Without me you couldn't speak!" said the mouth, sticking out his tongue.

Said the sphincter, "I've told you all so... Without me working you'd be slow, you'd grow weak and cease to function and I'll close up with no compunction...."  The other vital organs heard and then conceded without a word and then came the extremities who had no choice but to agree.

*Now you know, this little story goes, you don't need to be a brain to be boss, just an *******.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.