Why does life dangle things in front of us only to have them snatched away. As if the universe was simply ******* with us. If there is a god he sure has a ****** up sense of humor. Things are so delicate. We gather all the sturdy things we can find and hide within them. We are afraid to grasp for new things. The untested things the maybe breakable things. We fear that they might fall apart in our hands. and then we are we? we are standing outside our fortress of stability in the battlefield of fear and dreams with the pieces of dreams digging into our hands. So we retreat. and clutch the familiar things.

I want to experience something beautiful. I want to be something Beautiful. But beauty doesn’t just happen. It is earned,it is toiled for.
It is what all decent people want. People are too concerned on what they look like.  If they are too skinny or too fat or smell too like old french fries. No one is really beautiful at first glance. Pure attractiveness does not equal beauty. To me beauty is something deeper. Something much deeper. When one person truly knows someone else that is beautiful. when one person can just be with another and just be satisfied. Just honestly happy by the mere presence of the other. That is beautiful.

I write to you to have someone to talk to
I don't know what to do
There blood on the streets, its on my shoes
Death had been collecting its dues
Stop and smell that wonderfully awful fume
I sit here half naked in my bed
Cowering under the bed sheet
No time for a meet and greet
They are marching on
From dusk till dawn
Their skin hangs loose
Man kind made his own noose
We have dabbled in god
And we have created something quite odd
They will feast on us for the rest of time
We live in fear and grime
I hear the faint yell
From those monster from hell
I must go.
And hope they do slow.

The ocean has a deep soul
stretching from the trenches to the shoals
Salt and fresh. Furious and still.
It moves with such free will
The sea swallows and regurgitates ships
Full cracked and salty lips  
With sailors the salts always lingers
On their roughed calloused fingers
The sea is calling
The sun is eternally falling
The gulls rest on the waves
The tides lapping up in caves

I see into the landscape of your eyes
gazing upon an ancient civilization  marvelous and grand
Your eyes house large temples and wide open skies
Within your eyes, a people i can never understand.
You clutch to your spiral ringed notebook
The pages thick with brilliant thoughts
You speak like a babbling brook
I listen and try to connect the erratic dots
Our strings meet and tie
With each knot we fall further in love
We laugh we dance and we cry
A love as pure as a dove

Let the information flow
Let it flow among us
Among us it will grow
And there will be quite the fuss
They will try to silence it
They will cut off our ears
And throw us into a deep dark pit
They will play on our fears
They sit on a throne of lies
With us at their feet
They shoo away the flies
As they have a meet and greet

I clutch my spiral ring notebook
Close to my pounding chest
I flinch with every glancing look
My thoughts do not rest
With cold hard stares
Their eyes drill into my head
I sit here among the savage bears
I sit on my death bed
I make sure the sheets are nice and neat
I write endlessly in my notebook
I flow my fears into it and steady my heart beat
I ramble like an endless brook