Each planet and star is a tear
drop of the universe, emotions
made form, each with there
purpose as the universe lives
and breaths life is all around.

It exists in so many forms,
the suns are its heart beats,
it skips a beat when each one
burns out and dies, but from
dust new ones are born a new
heart beat in the universe
heard all around.  

It is alive, for the places that
it gifts with life, planets and
places where different aspects
of life have sprouted and
grown.

We are grains of the universe
given life, a moment in a place
that it gifted with existence, it
shows us the beauty of out there
wonderment for our eyes.

Will we do this creation proud,
a universe that has given the
frail existence that is life, or will
be what we once were just dust
floating again in that place called
the uneverse.

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

Nothing can compare to the feeling of
caressing just blossomed sunflowers.
They reflect their warm gaze upon my cold,
freckled cheeks while their golden hue
searches onward for other souls to bless.

Nothing can compare. Except for you.

They remind me of you and your warm gaze
that always seems to settle upon my eyes.
They remind me of your hands and how they
feel when they’re pressed against my face.
And how our faces press against each other’s while
our lips are safely locked together.

No feeling can compare to freshly blossomed sunflowers.
Except for the feeling I get when I’m with you.