Beauty as the burden burned,
beauty broken finch.
Beauty as the one eyed world,
her beauty as defeat.

Her brow be ****** bleached in broken
bereave brief ‘boldened by bleak bonnet
now tossed unto the ground.
Never wretched young hopeful, angel by grace.
Witching run by chosen one, a blessing and a race.

The imperium titan dominion o’er all,
she standing ***** and tall speak ever of fall.
A worry wormed wicked way up wisdom’s womb,
yet still courage when witnessed begs wonder and swoons.
She's epic and glowing and ever in bloom.

Beauty as the burden spurned,
beauty spared from lynch.
Beauty as the sun dyed world,
Her beauty is concrete.

Everyone has a dream they wish to come true,
And I'm sure there's nothing they wouldn't do,
Whether to gain money or to become a superstar
Whatever the case it doesn't matter how far.

For if their desire is truly that strong,
For that goal they will continue on and on,
This fact is something that none can refute
Even if the reasoning they can not possibly compute.

And so such is the case for me,
And now I will tell you all this honestly,
Though I do not have much to offer anyone
That does not mean I'm going to run.

I want to make differences if I can
so much more than anyone could try to comprehend,
I want to try even if I fail
Right now there isn't a path I wouldn't scale.

But what's the desire I wish to fulfill?
What was in my mind that did instill?
To save lives in a way open to me,
A live ***** donor-is what I'll be!

I walk into war so brave,
Found my confidence,
My guide.
For when you walk in the room so worried,
When you leave you find your pride.

Head held higher than an eagle,
Yet lower than a rock.
When you feel yourself so timid,
Time’s running around the clock.

Took a long, good look at myself,
Found measures beyond length,
Looked even deeper into myself,
Found a large amount of strength.

Hope,
Faith.

The eternal dance of blindness and determination.
We seek that which we do not know,
We ignore that which we hope we don't.

Step helplessly into the dark.
Step Endlessly into the stars.

Here we are.
There we will be.
We are who we are.
And who we will become.

~Robert van Lingen

Sometimes it takes the sky to open my eyes
To what's shone, coming and wrong,
To what's bright, rich and right
Sometimes in the emptiness of the night
when I lie awake to your choir of snores,
I chase the Devils of idyllic futures and more,
I hear me in them, in laments of glory, such songs,
and watch the warm creep by from feelings thought ever gone,
it ends,
yet when I truly wake to the scarlet rise
through the smog and maze on the horizon
I realize that in the center of concrete bushes,
as the wind of doubt whoosh whooshes,
I'm standing awake in the circle of change and growth
And I've waded through the black sludge of failures malicious moat,
and now I see me
as the dirt's swill stills
and I look upon my face
for the first time without distaste
and know that between this mud
and the roaring horizons blaze
stands a champion here present,
self made.