The sky looks blue and the clouds are white. The sun is golden and the wind is soft and warm from the south. Fields are flowing with color of wild flowers. Birds are singing songs of mirth and serenity. Fires burn out of control and the sky is black with smoke. The corpses of half burned animals litter the ground. No song birds can be heard, just the crackle of fire and the sound of death. The wind whips up a furious fire storm and the smoke chokes the life out of every living thing. Both are possible futures for human kind, which one will we choose.

When the world is without hope, God sends the humblest to do the greatest things. When someone needs a shoulder to cry on, God wipes away the tears. When there is want, God sends someone to fill the need. When rain falls and we want sun, God shows us that we can't have flowers without water. When someone is lost, God sends us a guide to help us find our way. When we must choose good from evil, God gives us guidance, but he lets us choose. God does many things, just not in the way we think. Not all miracles are seen and not all problems are solved by angels. God works his will in ways that are ordinary and extraordinary.

Wired like a loaded gun
Waiting for the morning sun
Hello! How are you today

And I wonder
My love
Should I take the sun from you
Put it in a box of darkness
Like setting

I spread the ashes of a love never in love
just a circle venn diagram make believe but not Peter Pan
And love
I love you so
I am the sun
And I shine for no one

So box of darkness
Here I come

Speckled star dust farm eggs
Fresh renewed self conviction
Moon born
Phasing through to a life
Without you

Hedonism blood pulse
Still sentimental soul
Selling out to the lone wolf
Sneaky fox

Flowers tainting memories
Hand holding cheek kissing nostalgia bliss
Don't think
Of the one you will miss

Just kiss
Supernova
Little sunhat at nighttime party
Don't don't listen to the lies you whisper to yourself
You are the one you'll miss
If you don't help yourself

Feast on sin and self-righteousness
Reincarnation is second chance
Listen to the hands with the carnations outstretched
Fellow stranger with star burnt eyes
caring for those self told lies

You cheat
yourself
with handholding cypress knees bending towards
neurons collapsing
into the one who
Binary stars you
Binary stares at you
Holds you in your sleep from far away
Dream meeting past life fleeting into the now
You answer to this highschool crush pop quiz invader of reality
Who questions what color to paint the moon
Never almost drowning
But who has only ever taken a life
that belonged to them alone
relating in fictional patterns of physics
Undeniable wavelengths
colliding crashing consoling
You knew from the first eyes
that seeds of doubt would sprout in what you mislead as love
And you ask
Why not?

Hello,
        today is not tomorrow.

I think you should love a girl that writes
Live her many different imagined lives
In her vast collections of created worlds
Find her somewhere buried beneath them all
And when you find her pressed between
Scribbled pages and coffee cups filled with pens
Kiss her ink black fingers
Let them stain your lips so when she looks at you
She won’t forget
You’re the hero her books are about.

Silky bed sheets of alcohol
Crystal embedded flower
Bloom
Feel clean air through skin so tight
Morphine wanna be
Feeling so light

Bliss
anti abyss
Kiss
Miss
No more tense

Oblivious
sleep so deep
next to death without end
drugged on happiness

Nostalgia a ***** word
Hot air balloon spa in Shangrila
Above reality, pure from the taint of Original Thought
Above God's concept/ above God/ Above forever
Infinite in moments childhood relived fresh apples of knowledge laced with Ignorance