Madness reigns over those who spend insomniac nights weaving magic out of thin air,
Madness crawls over their skin who shed all they have for the dreams they believe in,
Madness haunts those who can't stop thinking of all the things they could be,
But isn't it pure madness that makes you different  than them.
For madness is their drug.
Madness is what makes creativity,

She rubbed her eyes and told herself
'I can't sleep at night'
She never will.
For madness kills like madness lives.
She held his hands for the last time and asked
'Tell me I'm right !'

I believe God has a plan for my life and there is never a reason to worry.

I believe a positive attitude makes a positive life.

I believe love really is all you need.

I believe the world we live in is an illusion.

I believe in listening to my gut.

I believe in praying about everything.

I believe kindness and ugliness both spread like a disease.

I believe anything is possible.

I believe we are one.

I believe life is a cosmic joke.

There must be a wound!
No one can be this hurt
and not bleed.

How could she injure me so?
No marks
No bruise

Worse!
People say 'My, you're looking well'
.....God help me!
She's mummified me -
ALIVE!

She said she knew who I was,
insulting who I am.

Some days I regress just because
it's hard to be strong, I am just man.

But even all the inventions and buzz,
created by a hand

Is all there ever was,
repeating again and again.

My thoughts are chemicals.
I am made of recycled cells
That I ingest, I take in what's best
For optimal health, active or at rest.

My DNA as mysterious as the Cosmos,
The Cosmos less of a mystery than Ocean floors.
I come from the Ocean, an awesome notion,
A family with all others, every Thing is a cousin.

My ancestors all made it to reproduction.
I am assembled, through history, through selection.
My traits have been crafted, positively reacted.
Nurtured by Nature, genes that have lasted.

I am made from the stars,
Drink water that passed through dinosaurs.
I experience Life, though filled with a bounty of strife,
Through eyes of a Human, intelligence my paradise.

And though my species feels more advanced
And in control of a world we craft with our own hands,
We are not self-efficient, resources increasingly deficient,
A virus to be easily shaken, in which the planet would not be missing.

I have a fleeting gift,
Amidst the destruction that here lives,
And that is my consciousness,
No fear of abyss, no promise of bliss,

But in my spark of a lifetime,
Seemingly insignificant, and that's fine,
I have inside endless thoughts with my mind,
No need of afterlife with a gift so divine.