Beauty beyond what the naked eye can see.
Hidden behind spectacles of tinny particles a warm frozen icy Kingdom falls.
Gracefully like her it caught my eye.
Astonishing like her it captures my being of reality.
And like the frozen warm snowflake I fell,
Down to reality through the frozen blizzard.
Bit my bit I froze,
Inch by inch I cracked,
A once beautiful form no more than winters terror.
No more than a frozen warm snowflake left to be alive in death.

Two of a kind yet worlds apart.
We are one yet born apart.
They say poetry is meaning and philosophy is understanding.
Is understanding not the meaning of life ?.
We write poetry with emotion.
We write philosophy with logic.
We are but logically emotional beings.
We are but philosophical poets creating a world of basic understanding of the meaning and questioning of what is life ? , why do we love ?, and what is my purpose ?.

Two of a kind yet worlds apart.
We are one yet born apart.
They say poetry is meaning and philosophy is understanding.
Is understanding not the meaning of life ?.
We write poetry with emotion.
We write philosophy with logic.
We are but logically emotional beings.
We are but philosophical poets creating a world of basic understanding of the meaning and questioning of what is life ? , why do we love ?, and what is my purpose ?.

We all have that one person who broke us more than we'd admit but sometimes they break us for all the right reasons but in the wrong way.
Our basic human nature is to love and be loved but our basic human defence is to avoid pain.
We fear love in the torment of pain but we embrace it in the gentle calligraphic visualisation that we call love.
We create a contradiction within the balance of our soul causing us to love the hate of love and we create a perfect imbalance within us and our results are no more than complete and utter self destruction.

Cruel , you ripped us from paradise.
You were supposed to nurture us,
You were supposed to love and protect us.
Why?.
We fell in your arms,
We gave our hearts and we followed you.
Why?.
You have forsaken us,
Why?.
You have allowed our innocent to be corrupted.
You have thrown objects toward us,
You have dug hole's for us to fall in,
Why?.
Why life , why have you done this.
I broke but I stood again.
Help the others who broke but are still broken.
Why?.
Why do you not speak ?,
Why do you still ask for our defeat ?.
You call us your children but a mother never harms her children,
You tell us we must grow but you push the innocent  toward the darkness of this world.
Why?.
Why?
WHY!?.
Are you not like me sick to the core of whatever soul is left of watching people break and fall towards the darkness.
Are you not sick of the wicked ?.
Why?.
Do I fight alone ?
Do I stand alone ?
Why do you not empower me ?
Why do you not support me in saving the broken ?
Why do you not give me the power to cure the wicked in the innocent ?.
You taught me in the midst of darkness I must be the light but you try to dim that which shines bright ?.
Has the millions of years since he created you corrupted your purpose ?
Has the wickedness of the innocent consumed you ?
Why life have you created a barren waste land for us to squander like rodents while the wickedness of the innocent prevail ?
Yet again you are silent.
But I shall burn bright. The last torch to guide human life and save that which has not yet died. I shall break the wicked of the innocent.

Days gone and forgotten.
Nights spent together and lost.
Mornings in each other's arms faded into the fabric of reality.
Your reality.
Each day we spent was yesterday , will be tomorrow for me.
Never ending shall we be.
Letting go is not me.
Holding on forever is where you'll find me.
The past is your past but we never spilt in my life.
We live on and shall die together some day at dawn watching the sun rise and than you'll be gone and I'll follow to the beyond so we can live forever .

Like a dagger our memories are sharp and pierce through my thoracic cavity plunging into my heart.
All veins and arteries stop the flow of blood ,and for a moment I die.
All pain , all emotions rise up to my cranial area and build a massive collection of pain and hurt. Like a river it all  flows down and my eyes close so that the waterfall of pain can continue to flow.
I blackout a moment as my central nervous system reboots to account for the sudden loss of life my body suffered.
My brain releases endorphins to numb all affected areas that are now suffering.
My memories begin to show and all I can see is us , and the machinery that is my body starts to be break and the light that is my soul starts to die and the cycle of life and pain begin all over again and I die.