What is human?

humans are a complicated being they have hopes and dreams and these things called emotions some fallow this thing called fate and others worship these things called deitys, humans are quiet creative are they not.
    Why are human so...fragile.
Now don’t be so tricked with there looks humans are not a fragile as they seem they are a strong fighting people and not only with force but also with word, but even so humans are one of the most fragile thing to live.
    Then why dose this human shed water from its eyes.
As I may have mentioned humans have these things called emotions that is sadness its when one feels lost, scared or no were to run.
    But human are fighters why cry when one can just fight.
Because fighting is no answer to ones problems no matter how strong one can be everything can bend and break it is there choice if they can take control of there emotion.
    You mentioned something human believed in called fate, what is fate.
Fate. Fate is the path humans are to take and the reason of being to keep going or to give reason on why is something like this, fate is the controller of human life they wish to believe so blame is to never come of them.
    Human seems selfish.
Humans are selfish they steal they lie and manipulate and even **** one an other for self purpose humans are quiet vile creatures but not all are.
    Why do human not die out if so evil.
Because they have hope.
    Hope what is hope?
Hope....hope is meaning hope is what get the humans to live some may not believe in it but its always there hope is a new waiting to be found hope is what forms humanity.
    could I be human?
Can you?-------

headaches from a lack of
rested eyes, but at least
the chill jams be rollin'. and
goin' close to thirty-six this
round. closer to insanity
than my own long dark,
long gone, long vicious
stares lost to souls woes.
what feels like death-throws
pressed from the mind of
the Great Lord. and i
am always present with thee.
to go a bit ancient, to
feel a body left out too long --
words echo through distance
of Nous the Supreme,
of we the everywhere. echo
from place without
physical existence and the
plethora of priests
willingly waiting to corral
lost souls, the endless
bound and fettered. con-
flating all deitys' names
and the cults following.
waiting to cull from pens
where labels hang. priests
force head hung low, hair
cleared of nape. ready to
free us for a Pope's feast.
to bring in force a
Vision Limitless, all Light
changing aspect to dark-
ness. Logos descending on
Nature. nay; that shall
be known with the pruning
of reaction and of vindication.
and of Nature's being?
she received the Word,
pronounced herself
the Kosmos Beautiful.

It all lay in amber
Frozen in its golden heart
lingering lost in the garden -
Sentinel that had stood for all the good
And all the bad of knowing.
He hissed his holy hopes for her
As red and rosy and sweet to taste
As she remembered, sticky on her fingers
And as naked as the day that she was born
From breath.
Tempter and temptress looked one last time
Eyes in line, he among the deadened leaves
Of a deitys dream, she at the gates
Wondered at each others mistakes,
All encased in amber.