Not everyone is Evil, Not everyone wants to hurt you ...
Yes, you have every reason to guard up against the world,
But with those boots, how will you sense the comfort of earth?
And with that armor, How will they know.. what you are made of ?

Not every arm which stretches your way wants to take from you,
Yes, your nightmares and trauma have taught you to not trust,
But then, with those robots,
how will you experience beauty of creativity?
And with those closed eyes, do we stare at our own inner darkness?

Not every poem can make you ponder,
Not every voice can reverb within you,
Yes, your gut tells you to flee, to slay that imminent threat,
But then, with those withdrawn fingers, How will you type the truth?
And with those chained emotions,
How will be remember to known and to known?

Not every mistake is intentional,
Not every action a choice of black and white,
Yes, it is easier to not see their scars and see ours as bigger than theirs,
But then,
How will we know if we were never hungry, scared or imprisoned?
And then with them frowns of disgust,
How do we show them a smile of Compassion?

Stay Safe...
But know this,
You cannot truly Listen without feeling for what you listen to,
They may trick us with their falsehood, or feed of our emotions,
But then, should we term everything as victory and failure, just think this ...
Open your Eyes, Let anything come in,
You decide what to keep within you.
Smile!

A man stood at the cliff, looking deep down into Mother earth's *****.
He had just disconnected from God sky's finger tips and landed there.
The breeze around him, blew through his hair
and gifted him goosebumps,
He could stay there in limbo, but was curious of what lay beneath.

This was the first time, he was given life to walk on earth,
God Sky had granted his wish to experience life,
blood, earth, fire and sweat.
There was no time to walk on these rocky cliffs anymore,
Or talk to the pure white salt creatures underneath his Feet.

He leaped forward into Mother Earth's *****, which lay deep beneath,
But God Sky had other plans for him, Man never fell to the ground,
He tried to plunge himself down
so that he could hit ground and be mortal,
Instead God sky lifted him up, and wobbled him up and down.

Just enough for mere mortal living on earth to see a creature of light,
Someone in the shape of a man
radiating light into the darkness they were,
His purpose was not live with them and teach them the way of living,
His only purpose was to turn into a ball of fire and give them the flame.

Prometheus was not the incarnation destined to lived with mere mortals,
He was only a temporary visitor,
intended to breathe down fire and give life,
To keep them warm from the cold, and fear never more of the night.
The mere mortals burned Prometheus for fire,
and his ashes returned to God Sky.