I tell myself I'm not afraid of dying.
But in truth,
the closer I get to perishing,
the more fearful I become of death.
I'll do almost anything to resist it.
In doing so, living life
becomes unbearable.
Never still, cuz death
is right around the corner.

Do what you really want,
not what you were told to do.
**** it, don’t be blunt.
Do you.
It’s your life, not theirs.
You might mess up, but who cares.
That’s life.
You’re bond to experience some strife.
The world we live in a little meh, but there’s still some glory.
It’s hard to come across but you’ll find it, don’t worry.
ENOUGH TALKING, START LIVING, GO CREATE YOUR STORY!

Shooting myself with another needle of cutting edge,
my desire for the latest and greatest continues my addiction.
Where's my IV!? I need more electricity.
Without constantly being jacked in and distracted by others,
I’m left with the one thing I can’t bare to endure – myself.
Who needs dreams when exist
virtual realities of dazzling graphical effects,
unreal visuals that I’m actually conscious of.
Screens dispersing artificial radiance bare all,
but blind me from what's real.
Google is my omnipotent god.

Your differences, my differences
Is what brought us apart.
Your differences, my differences
Is why we lost our hearts.
Your differences, my differences
Is why we couldn't restart.

Unfortunately, things never got any better.
But regardless, I'll still love you forever.

You took my breath away,
but not in a good way.  
Loving you was like breathing without oxygen; impossible.
Yet I tried anyways,
and suffocated.

Night time is
the time to be alive
a time to thrive
the time to be
everything yet nothing.
See,
at night time
many forms come about
but
without substance
they might as well be
an empty glass of water.

Night time madness
roars in the shadows
tip toeing between
shimmers of artificial radiance
followed by a maniac fever
that dances on the edge
of the incurable.
An influenza of self-indulgence
that leaves you in
a perpetual euphoria.

In my cloudy eyes,
blurred visions of sadness,
storms rage without fear.
In this furry, tears
spur out of the madness
and die.

Those, they who see it all
lost in the real,
struggling,
enlighten us to the
hard knock truths of life
while everyone else stumbles
in and out of fairytale dreams and illusions
of which have no meaning.

Dieing before their time
storms continue to rage
not only in my eyes
but in my heart.
Their words
etched into eternity
forever echoing
reassuring that
they don't die silent.

It just dawned on me.

This whole time
I've been trying to go up
unknowingly walking,
on the escalator that takes you down.

No wonder
life
has been at a stand still.
How else
could a person
walk in the same direction for years on end
without going anywhere.

Then
you have those people
who barely take two steps,
and they're there...
Makes so much sense now.  

Word to the wise -
walk a path
that's a little less
hi-tech.

Power resides in action.
Please ponder on this abstraction.

The ability to carry out,
to produce great outcomes,
is something we are not without.
You can determine what becomes.

So,
why did the fly have to die?
Or,
why did the fly stay alive?

The reasons as to why
are of many, but
mainly come down to

logic or feeling.

Either or, to what extent, do you choose?
Either or, to what extent, do you lose?

Taken to the extreme,
both valid beyond choice.
But which is the supreme,
of which you will voice?

Tonight I see you.
In the silence of this night,
your glow is loud.
It speaks to me.
It calms me.

I know now why the wolves call out to you,
howling in hopes that you'll hear them.
They wish to convey gratitude
for showing them that the sun still shines
even during the darkest of nights.

Tired, but
instead of sleeping
I wake up.

I know not what to,
only that I want to.

In those places
I find myself
living.

My love engulfs
everything it touches.
You could potentially become ash.

Like the sun, I stay
millions of miles away
so you won't be incinerated.

We are living wonders.
Our bodies, our minds, our souls,
unfathomably intricate beyond all knowing.
The true essence our being,
a microcosm of unlimited possibility.

Living in wonder.
Behold the marvels of this vast universe.
Consumed by the mysterious unknown,
desperately we seek to understand it,
eagerly trying to grasp all that is.

Wondering why we live.
What purpose is there for our existence.
Many say this. Others say that.
All answers become more questions.
Forever we wonder.

We are living wonders,
Living in wonder,
Wondering why we live.

I am thankful for the struggle.

Only in death,
in the turbulence of losing everything that I am,
do I feel alive.

Existing in moments such as these,
where the continuum of ones own way of life
isn't guaranteed,
it allows me to have an overwhelming appreciation
for what I have here,
in this moment.

The path lies right in front of me
clear of obstacles and paved quite nicely
Yet
I hesitate to walk on it, until I absolutely have to
Why?
I avoid the path that if traveled
Leads me, gets me closer to my goals
But still
I stray away from it
Preffering to stay where I am
Where mostly
I just find
exactly what was here yesterday

Puddles on the ground,
reflect the heavens above.
Cloud filled skies calm me.
Flowers bloom, behold the sun,
praising the warmth that grew them.

Behind bars of shame and regret - I see you.
Memories from times pass return,
pulling the threads of a poorly sewn heart.

Once the ties are loose enough,
deep inside the memories go.
They find a place of remorse
    where exist a lost promise
        to you
            that could not be fulfilled

From there, emotions flare
The walls of this heart begin to tear.
My deepest desire completely bare
All I want is you.

beyond my flesh, part of me is a machine
made up of many biomechanical parts,
i operate and go about tasks
with my advanced psychological circuitry,
i gather, process, store, and retrieve large volumes of data
without a doubt,
i am a Cyborg

honestly though, it scares me a little
in a sense, i am very similar to a robot  
these machines can be programmed and controlled
so can I ...

The right to be
to put it
simply
I want to be free
I wish to be me

You know, it's not enough.
We need more than just happiness.
We need a little chaos.
Something to remind us why happiness feels the way it does.
Simply put,
The challenges we face, the struggles we go through
To over come those obstacles,
Makes living all the more worthwhile.
Without struggle, without some kind of turbulence,
Life gets pretty **** boring

This mundane way life grows so tiresome
Not just for me, but for everyone
The constant repetition of everything
Wake up, go to work, come home
Eat, sleep, do it again the next day
It's so bland, so constricting
Where's the exitement?
I mean there's a whole world out there
A bunch of new experiences to be had
Unknown mysteries to explore
Yet here I am continuing this repetition
Maintaining the system that enslaves me

Yea, **** this
I'm not some **** robot
I'm a human, with a soul
Which yearns to explore the other facets of life

My existence is so much more than just a job

I'm lost in the jungle. It's so dense and vast.
Makes me wonder if I'll ever get out.
I keep moving forward, trying to escape.
It's no use though. The darkenss misleads me.
Continuously in circles I wander.

It's so hard to move. The vines engulf me.  
Tangled in them I struggle.
If only I had a blade, a machete of some sort.
Something to free me, detach me,
let me flow through this jungle as the river does.    
  
Constricted, alone with my discomfort,
I deal with the vines myself. Embrace them, natural and bare.
It's hard. Feels almost impossible.  
But on my own, by myself, of my own will, I sever them.  
A subtle gratitude is felt. A sense of accomplishment expereinced.

Glimmers of light sparkle through the canopy. A path emerges.
It was obscured in the shadows of the vines.
On this path the jungle feels so different.
Observing the trees and creatures,
There's a calmness, a peaceful harmony.
  
The path leads to a peak. At that summit I gaze the treetops.
Shining radience touches everything. Many paths lead to this peak.    
Seeing the jungle as it really is, I ponder. A realization is had.
No matter where in the jungle I am, the sun is always shining.
Whether I can see it or not, a pathway out is always there.

Within the jungle I was lost.
Above the jungle I am found.

Today's the day to be,
What truly matters to me.
Living the moment like there's no tomorrow.
Nothing holding me back, not even my sorrow.
Experiencing the glory of life, embracing all that is.
Watching the clouds pass by, the simple bliss.

Existence; be without resistance.
Life; hold no strife.

My Love.
Constrict not I will,
Acknowledge you and fill,
You will everlasting warmth.
Hold on to you.

It made me open my eyes to how they could've lasted that long.
The emotion I felt from reading my granfather's letters...
It was if he had been waiting his entire life to write them to my grandmother.
As though from birth he had held this inextinguishable love for her.
Almost as if he had been put on this earth with no other purpose but, to love her.
Without a doubt it was obviously clear,
There love would continue for many more years.

Always leaving,
constantly running way.

Dont become too attached.
I will only lead you astray.

Will the time ever come,
where I can just stay?

With you always and forever,
I cannot wait for that day.

There's something about living in this ice cold desert called loneliness.
Just makes you appreciete the little things in life.

Like when someone gives you a hug,
its like the sun peaks up over the horizon,
filling your body with overwhelming warmth,
melting away all the ice,
thawing out your frozen soul.

Feels so **** good...

You hope that it'll be everlasting and never leave,
but the sun sets,
and it does.

Now your cold again.

I ponder on thoughts,
are they mine or another's,
I don't really know

I interpret meanings,
mirroring the echoes taught,
rippling from the start

Clearing distractions,
I experience the self,
awakening soul

Existence realized,
consciousness looking at self,
what could it all mean

Obviously lost,
wondering through illusions,
searching for the truth