When someone you love dies,
At once, you recollect all of the memories you made together.
And then, the realization descends upon you,
That none will ever be made again.

Let me simplify
what you can't justify
by saying
it's futile
and unimportant.
You're lackluster
and distorted.
This time is vacuous
And holds no meaning
So watch it play out
And quit your dreaming.

Got some goals to help me stay up late.
Some plans, some big dreams and fantasy's to make real before its to late.
An inspiring verse to help create and make my story of fate.
A fate so strong you could swear its real in your mind at this hour of late.
One definition of fate is;
A life full of seemingly random events and experiences is in fact not random but predetermined and has a special meaning that's futile, that's definite, that's fate.
If that's the case then I can make my own fate.
For my time starts with each breath I take.
Now to end it to make it all real.Not fantasy, fiction or fake.
Here it goes, I take one breath.
Here goes my story of fate.

Summer is gone with all its roses,
  Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
  Its warm air and refreshing showers:
    And even Autumn closes.

Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going,
  And winter comes which is yet colder;
  Each day the ****-frost waxes bolder
    And the last buds cease blowing.

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.