I live under the sea
Beauty all around me is all I see
I am north
I am south
One fin up
One fin down
Marvolous lotrous eyes
Always honest so trust and believe
At times mood signs occurs
Mostly when too much is going on in my mind
I care
Too much
An old soul
Who knows
Lust
Who knows
Love
-SAMM

What happens to me once I'm gone
I will be but dust, an echo of what I
was yes i never think of my life of what
I was and what I have now become.

I always believed in what I saw, what
was explained through what was
mathematical and the complex
understanding of this marvolous universe.

I cant understand how words that are
but taken as all. Even if through nothing
is proven, people believe just words
rational thinking of contradictory thought.

Could others understand the the reason for
wanting to belive in something other than
self. Is it to put blame on something when
ourselves are to blame for right and wrong.

What happens to me once I'm gone
I will be but dust, ill not wish that
I had been some one else. Not blaming
or giving credit for something else.

*"Are actions are our own, we are responsible for
what we do as individuals and a society,

Every work of heart is each a piece of art
Be it poems, sculptures, music or drafts
Each are beautiful and marvolous krafts
Novels that remain throughout their age
Perfect art upon every page
Paintings with stories not written in word
And songs that bless all who heard
Man may say and do the worst
With hateful crimes and words accursed
But while we bring the world to its end
At least we have a heart to descend