We are all cloaked behind a screen,
never really letting others see what
is unseen, we are all tormented by
a past.

Never let it rule you as the day
has now past, we survived till the
next moment, the next minute,
now more time has past.

The past we can not change, but
the future is yours to grow to live,
never let that which can now be
never changed drag you to that
place, where bad memories lie.

They will only drag you to the
past, and you must live for tomorrow,
Never doubt your self as you
survived one day, two weeks,
your stronger than you know.

Keep looking forward, let the past
be what it is a memory in dust,
shine ever forward and live for
today as it will soon pass...

Are lives are like follow the
dots, like painted by numbers,
are whole life are world is nearly
always selected out. We don't pick
what we want, its connected from
birth, where we live to what are
parents have done, dots connected
from number one.

Our lives are colored in this color
for our never changing life, mapped
out for what we want, but is there
away to make a change. To not
connect the dots to color are live a
different way.

How about instead of dot one to two
we connect randomly make life
different from what other want it
to be. we color by thought not by
numbers thought by others who
want are to turn out color are life
instead with fun.

We must paint our lives the way we
wish it to be, not  to be connected
as others see, we are our own person
where it was Grey bright Red with
a dash of Green, instead of a sheep
of dots, lets just have a picture made
the way we want it to be not drawn
by other live how we want to be.

We know its coming from
the day we are born, the
sleep we never wake from
never to see that new dawn.

We sleep so long, the moments
with eyes closed in readiness
for that faithful day, we waste
are waking moments rushing
to that end that comes to everyone
naturally.

The sleep is coming early for
some short were there days,
before there big sleep comes, it
will happen in many different
ways, but one and all life is
short, shorter for some. We
must live our lives, for when
the big sleep comes have you
done that was meant to be done.

I am like you but not you.
I am one of you but I am myself.

We are the same but different.
We are one but individuals,

Our minds are singular.
Our minds together can change the world.

We are all, we are us,  we are me or you.
We are all the same but we are all unique
in are own individual ways.

Fallacy, a deceptive, misleading, notion, of 2.4 kids and parents
Atrophy of the idea Family
Majestic man and wife, mother and father together
Infallible,infinite,until divorce
Liberal, loving, lying, until divorce
Yearning for truth in a world of lies

Theatrically monopolised by ad execs the concept of family
Inception of children, duty done
Eternally bound by DNA if not love
S**iblings, searching for a childhood that doesn't exist

The dead are gone we can never
have them back, we can remember
them, in photos or memories, many
ways but they are now departed
never to come back.

The way we can honour those that
have fallen now in there grave, is
to do things in there memory. Do
things that would make them proud,
to show them that even though
there gone you are and will always
do them proud.

The dead will be remembered, even
though they are gone, we do things
to remember them to make them
ever so proud in memory of those
gone, now memories in are
photos they will always live on..

Life has many roots we take a
step left, we step right, each is
like the branches of a tree each
will grow in a different direction.

Some branches grow weak over
time and die, where others will
branch off with each different
direction we take, fruit will grow
where the paths stepped correct,
but when stepped wrong the fruit
is rotten and will fall to the floor.

Are lives can grow in many ways,
it can flourish grow strong, but
we can misstep just once and be
the fruit that lies discarded rotten
on the floor could be what becomes
of our life, we grow no more..

Life sometimes can be a weight
Too heavy to bear, until we are
Crushed under the force, it drains
Life, thought, energy till there is
No willingness anymore.

And with that last lift to push it
Crests above us, we fall further till
there is no more, and then the life is
Empty. We find are selves thinking
Thoughts that we wouldn't have before,

That thought is with us where ever
We go, till that time are last breath
Leaves, the weight is lifted we are
Free in a sense once more...

We were like magnets, we had attraction
but when we got close we would always
push each other apart.

We would be so near, but the distance was
no where near. If you had been my south pole
and me your north, I could be with you always
nothing would ever pull us apart.

But we are one and the same,
different but this would always push us apart.

A love that is seen but we can not touch,
I wish were more different,
but we are like the same poles and this
means we will always be apart.

Bardic pretensions aside
I am full of dejection
Blue devils plague me
Night and day
Playing with my mind
Circles of thought constantly turning
Whirling and whirring
Worthless, self loathing, aggression
Manifests along with tears and
screams, let me go, let me leave
but, you won't.
Pop a pill, then you'll be less
Possessed, but I'll still be depressed.
It's not a tap, I cannot turn it off
Do you think I want this?
Remembering sunnier days?
My life event of being diagnosed with MS
caused this, do you not think I want it to go?
Stressed, bereft, dispossessed you call this life?
I am enmeshed by a web of my own brains doing.
Descending faster than a broken elevator
down, down, down all the way to the bottom.
If I hear that the only way from down is up
I will scream, and scream, fight and bite
Scratch and holler until I am a hollow husk.
Oh, no wait, I'm already a hollow husk of a human.
All I want is to disappear down the rabbit hole.
Un-whole, lost in the twilight zone."

My life
       has
            been many
                       hard
                              steps to
                                 climb
                                         but when
                                          I reached
                                                        the top
                                                      I looked
                                                                ­  Down and
                                                             ­           though
                                               ­                                     it was
                                                                ­                      hard
                             I had stepped above my worries and left them in the past.