We were but days away of completing this strange object we were buliding for the healer of the Earth..

The Earth was already reborn again..

Its rivers fresh and clear..
Oceans clensed and blue..
Lands rich and alive..
People free of diesese..
The world singing the same song..

At last the creation was complete..
From a mountain we carved out a sort of series of shapes and arcs..
I cannot explain it..
You truly have to see it to believe it..
The healer then walked up one of the arcs and into the center..
The healer of the Earth shine brighter than our sun...
The shapes shadowed around the healer as he shined ever so..
A gate of light seem to open above the stars in the sky..
And there fell a ball of light to the healer..
The healer caught this light and held it in front of it..
The light then shaped itself into another healer..
It was his love..
At this moment I felt what he felt..
We help build a machine a sort of gate to bring his lost love back..
The gate could only be bulit by us for him..
A race had to unite and work together without conflict..
A sort of final expression to a formula to complex for us to understand..
They became colors we had never seen as they held eachother..
The entire mountain machine mankind had bulit for them begin to shine..
It then flashed and vanished all at once..
They are going home..

My nothingness         is constant .Indifference;insecurityI'm a mindless robot .I found happiness,but my happiness makes me miserable .My boredomis a constant reminderof the same ol' day in        and day outI'm unable to handleall of the things that make people                                                                 entertained .I need something   Exciting .my tolerance is bulit upthat I need a bigger rush .Something that would terrify              the average person .Something that would make you     holler .Im destined to failure .We're all destined to be                                  Dead .

And if I didn’t spill my mind all over your surface
I’d probably go insane with these thoughts racing through my brain
This pencil perfectly transcribes all I decide must leave my conscience…
Meaning, “I can’t get you out of my head” because you plague my train of thought
While through your eyes I’ve become quite transparent
Well so be it, again, I don’t ask for much but a place to release these stranded emotions
a place where it all can be put down,
erased, and bulit up and reconstructed with some time
maybe here and there I'll put in a little ryhme
and then, maybe then, I'll gain a peace of mind...
So in time I’ll heal I just need a constant dosage of my remedy,
Just a case of insanity,
Poetry

I try and not make it too obivious but I’m doing too well of a job
I found I’ve bulit a line between us
Lets blur this line
I must be deprived of good conversation, you seem to ignore what we have between us with out a second glance
I dressed up for you did you even notice? I thought I caught your eye the last time I wore this dress with this smile
I catch your glance as you pass
I grow tired of these glances and want a full on look
I can’t stand to waste your smiles so I keep them in me all day
Your laugh could fill a stadium, I’m dying to keep it that way
Your eyes put mine to shame but I wouldn’t have it any other way
I don’t want to spell it out
I want you to find me on your own
I fear this want will turn into a need
I’m scared you may be too good for me

We know the players.
Or the so called womanizers.
With the various females lovers.
So you have to respect the couples with fifty years of love.

Just take a look at those that respect them.
Many want a marriage similar to them.
Except they afraid of the price you have to pay.

Through trials and tribulations.
You must struugle on.
A unlove affair doesn't last long.
While fity years of love folks.
Can advise you of ways to get along.

Players, womanizers we can easily critique.
But many women loves playing these foolish games.
Then have too many broken hearts from the affair.

Just to have a little taste of love.
That doesn't mean a thing.

Except notice the couples that celebrate fifty years.
It's because they realize the strength of love bulit between them.

When we got married people said it would never last because we where so diffreant.but how wrong they where you and me have been throught everything.we have laughed and cried together and felt each others pain and heartache.yet nothing has changed between us i love you more than ever.

We had a dream we had a wish we made it happen we bulit a life together.we have two beautiful little boys that are so happy and loved in every way.there was always someone who had to tell us what they thought it was easy not listen.letting the mind wander while they talked.

Theres been highs and lows good and bad times ups and downs twists and turns.it felt like one big long never ending roller coster which didnt stop.not leting you catch your breath or stop it to think for a second.

Looking back on everything that has happen we did everything that we wanted.we never listen to any one we lived the life we wanted we did the things our hearts desired.every line crossed taught us some thing new.we have seen it all in so many ways we did it our way and we are still happy in love and married.

The only one of ones that belongs to you.
I'm yours.
The one truest soul in love with you.
I'm yours.

Stop!
Pay attention, my love.
Romeo had Juliet to his very end.
Except our love isn't bulit around tragic events.
Wait!
Pay close attention.
To these words I speak.
Having you in my life.
Means the whole world to me.
I'm yours.
And no other one.

Listen!
To be alone.
Means you're comfortable without a mate.
To be in love.
Means you understands your heart can't wait to love.
I'm yours.

This moment.
This day.
And forever more.
I'm yours.

I’ve never been in love
But I know that one day I’ll be enough.
You won’t go, you won’t leave, you’ll stay here with me
And my heart will finally have a home.
All the walls that I’ve bulit will come crumbling down and
I’ll be always yours, to have and to hold, forever until we grow old.

When life goes on, and on.
and it never stops,
you never die,
you are still just walking,
On and on, never to stop.

You hear a child cry,
and rush into a building wounded, but not dead.
You hear a scream on the streets,
and a bulit goes through, like a ball hitting glass.
You think to yourself,
"why can't i die?
Am i being punished by god,
Did I do something so bad, I am no longer accepted."

and you start to think,
                                  think,
                                          and think some more.
and you look at the sky and say,
"I am a child of god,
His power is my power.
And i will protect people,
and help people,
till i die,
If i ever do!"

How funny, life plays its strings
You were lost and I knew my deal
Years passed and I ve lost my soul in ***** and ***,
Love came my way
I could not appreciate.

You took your turn on the Abbey Road
Rock led your way again
How funny stories life writes
Once down could never give in.

Sweet cherry, my lips gave passionate kisses
Under the London sky
I was someone- now I dont recognize.
Misterious tricks lead my way
I could never understand the looks of outside world
So tender yet so cold.

I felt the rain on my pale skin
In the rusty old house we bulit,
From the ground, up
The roof had holes but we were free, we did not care about wet dreams.
Music played in our vains
I could not sing but you gave me the melody I could grip thinking I d never leave.

But there was always something in the air, hanging over our heads

We were just like a song
Beautiful but short.