I see you.
I see the real you.
I see the real you no one else sees.

Because you wear a mask.
You wear a beautiful, deceiving mask.
You wear a beautiful, deceiving mask but you forget,
     I can see you.

Why can't you see me?

Is it just me?
Or do you feel it to?
That pain in the stomach,
That worsens through and through.

Is it just me?
Or is the world becoming black,
People being disregarded,
As others take up slack.

Is it just me?
Or is the earth now shaking,
From a force that is evil,
That only humans are making.

Is it just me?
Or is the world truly blue,
Not a figment of imagination,
But rather a color and a hue.

Is it just me?
Or is a breath becoming harder,
Taking in more air,
But going no farther.

Is it just me?
Or is a happy world now sad,
A world once filled with hope,
With good now turned bad.

Is it just me?
Or is the world truly changed,
It's not what it was,
And it is no longer famed.

If it's just me,
Then I guess good for you all,
Meaning that the world is more positive than I see,
Characteristics and all.

But if you see it too,
As I think you would,
Remember in this time to do all that you can,
And all that you should.

Perhaps with cooperation in mind,
We may be able to change,
This world that is no longer normal,
But is now the epitome of strange.

There is a darkness in the depths of the heart,
A darkness so consuming and overwhelming,
Able to govern the entire human existence: mind, body and soul.

It is ever evolving to deceive its victims,
To pull them by their toes into utmost  insanity,
Utter unhappiness and painful disposition.
This darkness pervades all,
Eludes all and in doing so,
Corrupts the ever-pure tabula rasa of the innocent.

The innocent turn dark.

But in their darkness,
For every smile and laugh,
There must be good,
There must be happiness,
There must be light.

It is this light that shines through a heart of darkness,
That is able to pervade through the charred sanctities of life,
That can create the slightest keyhole in a resoundingly locked door,
That gives the will to continue,
To search,
And to live.

In every person's heart there is a candle.
A source of light,
A source of happiness
And of serene peace.

Yet,
*It is only able to serve those who light it.

Her face was eye catching,
A round face smiling at him.
Her lips curved beautifully,
Like arched bows aimed to release,
But he couldn't  help but wonder where he'd seen her before.

For he knew that smile,
He did,
He knew he'd seen her before,
Somewhere,
Somehow.

It was Elena

The love of his life,
His soulmate.
His Pretty Woman, Sabrina and Allie.
A woman who surpassed both Athena and Scheherazade in wit and beauty.

He flashed a smile.



Her face was eye catching,
A round face smiling at him.
Her lips curved beautifully,
Like arched bows aimed to release,
But he couldn't help but wonder where he'd seen her before.


He just couldn't remember.

We live in a wasteland.

A place for uneasy souls,
Uncared-for thoughts,
And loneliness.

We live in a wasteland.

A place for wild unrest,
Frequent combat,
And total war.

We live in a wasteland.

A place for the rejects,
The wallflowers,
And the jocks.

We live in a wasteland.

A place of constant turmoil,
Between states and countries,
And people.

We live in a wasteland.

                                            We live in a wasteland.
                                                                              
                                                                                  We live in a wasteland.

We live.

Remember this: you only die once,
                                      
                                   but you live everyday.

The Hawks,
They fly.
The two full of light and future,
Forced between a battle of technology and nature.
Does it make nature powerful;
In the fact that it took the last word?
Or is it now cruel,
for taking the lives of two of its own?

Hawks circle the site,
Mourning the loss of those who were ready to fly in the world.
These Hawks were captains and leaders,
Unlike all else.
So as the rest of the clan can fly out into the world,
Those two prematurely taken,
can be lifted to a better place.
At least that is all we could hope.
Because nature could not be so cruel as to **** it's learning Hawks.
No, not in their early stages of flight.

The Hawks....
      
                           They must fly.

It's hard to look up and expect something,
To expect hope,
Or dreams,
Or success.

It's hard to look forward and see clearly,
To see a path,
A route,
A way.

It's hard to breathe knowing that nothing is certain,
To breathe poisoned air,
Chemical haze,
Nuclear surroundings.

It's hard to live knowing that everything is changing,
To live in a wavering world,
An unsteady world,
A fighting world.

It's hard.
**All of it.

I look up and I see the sky,
I see color,
I see life,
But no help.

Who will help?

I look up and I see the sky,
I see movement,
I see peace,
But no comfort.

Who will comfort?

I look up and I see the sky,
I see flocks,
I see space,
But no answers.

Who will answer?