Why, oh Why?

It is hard to find anything to be itself, its original self

People always trying to be something else

Unsatisfied with what they have or were given

But then…When one reaches what they wanted,

Tis not enough, a higher level must be reached.

People never satisfied trying to change their image

But is there something that is pleased with oneself?

Not trying to change look and shape…

Yes, there is in fact.

It would be the heavens.

Not the spiritualistic ones, but the space.

The galaxies, planets, and stars. 

The stars are exampled in this.

They have their shape, image in the sky.

Projected for all to see, and they are confident in their appearance,

They do not shift stars trying to form other…things.

Humans are given examples, yet they ignore….still.

Tranquil or Terror?

Tranquil or Terror?

Slumber…

You slip the bonds of this life, for a moment...

To find yourself in another one

Yet, how does this one differ from the next?

You dream…

Fabulous thoughts, and terrifying nightmares

But people go back for more…

Not having any security going into this realm.

Why go back?

Why risk it?

Is this hypocrisy...

Or madness?

Everyone

Every night

they go back for...

The assurance of the tranquility of terror.

More

Why do I try my best if there is no effect?

It can never seems to turn out correct,

People always seem to expect…

More.

But yeah it’s gonna be ok

Were all gonna laugh at this one day

Don’t’ let the people of today

Force you into the next without a say.

To Meet Yourself

To Meet Yourself

You go through your day

It repeats, day after day

Doing your duties, and never stopping

Taking a moment to revaluate.

But when you do finally find this time,

You will be very surprised to find…

That you are not as you remember

Letting everything out, you meet Yourself

You have changed

You love and hate differently then you remember

You have new thoughts and ideas that you cannot remember thinking

You have met Yourself

They Do Not Search But Only Look

They Do Not Search But Only Look

The people only see the obvious 

There is no figuring of the situation,

No asking of questions

They think it strange, because they believe what they have is the normal,

The level to try to reach.

It is hurt,

And sadness felt

He is not jealous, but just more of a wishing for...

But he does not want pity, no, what he wants is….

The memories

But as they peer in they do not see what is truly going on

What is having to be lived with, or put up with...

They can mock and point,

But if they had what he was with…

They would not only apologize, they would weep. 

Nightmare

Is a nightmare really that bad?

 How do we know? 

People always wake-up screaming 

to early to find out the end. I have heard the expression “don't judge a book by its cover”, and I believe this to be true. This statement means judging the book after you have read it!  I would never judge you until I actually knew you, so why not do this with a nightmare? Also the nightmare you never finished, could have changed your life...It’s like that kid in the corner, you don’t know if they could be your best friend until you try talking to them.

Isn’t a nightmare a friendly hand to hold?

Missing

Missing

Life is like a puzzle

You never have all the…

Pieces.

Howling

Howling

It screams in the night

Throwing anything and everything in its path

It is looking…

For attention.

People try to block it out

They do not want to hear it,

And praying their "valuables" are safe

The thing these people wish to achieve is silence.

The Wind is looking…

For someone to notice,

Someone to care

To listen.

HATE

Yet is it not the hate which fuels the dreams? It has made some of the greatest people of all times…

Darkeness

Darkness

Darkness is a safeguard

Hiding things we do not want to see

Always reminding us to look…

Over our shoulder and in every dark corner

It is always there doing a job.

Cold

Cold

The Cold is an awakening

A reminder that life is hard,

Always there to shock you out of our trance

The Cold is my Friend.

People who live rich, fancy lives,

Live in the Warmth

Making sure to buy new things,

So they do not have to think…

About how life really is, 

They do not want to feel the Cold

Everyone needs to feel the Cold

When we get to used to the Warmth

We ask for the Cold

It is always there...

Air

Air

It seems to be none existent, yet it is around and in everything

People cannot see it, but they know its there

They try to make it visible, color it

But this is not Air!

No, just a form of it, not as good as the original.

The question of the cup being half full or half empty

Is total nonsense, both can be seen as the negative choice

Because the cup being half full of water, is rest filled with Air

Both sides of the argument are to blind to notice Air

Taking it for granted, and not giving credit that it deserves.

To the people who think they are being the positive ones, or the positive choice,

You are no different than your opponent

Because you ignorantly push aside the real fact of Air!

One group of people always thinks that they are better than the other.

But your all the same, ignoring the ever present Air.

This is humanities main problem, 

Thinking their better than that person in that area,

So the other becomes better in a different area

Creating a vicious cycle which leads to hurt and even death.

People need to be more like Air

Always giving, but not asking for anything in return

Silent, yet roars when needed,

It does not raise its voice for nothing.

Air...never wanting.

A Thought #2

A Thought #2

The authority does not know anything

There too busy with their failing ideas

To pay attention 

To what this generation is going through.

A Thought

A Thought

Inspiration is needed for ideas

What about Great ones?

A Test

A Test

Does a person know a friend is a true friend by words?

No, it takes a stab-in-the-back, being crossed,

An argument.

To Truly know if someone is a true friend

The way to, is by seeing how they react after the situation

This is the test of a friend

The Mad Connection

The Mad Connection

As I look at the window...It seems like a portal to another world. It is like a totally different place. It is so quiet, so serene, yet at the same time it is a dangerous, unforgiving world that does not care if it kills. The trees, the grass, the fields, the dirt. The sky, the clouds, the colors, and the storms. They are complete opposites. They are the definition of being totally different. But without either one, the other could not sustain. The trees reach to the skies and the clouds hover as close as they can. When it gets dark and the trees disappear from sight, the sky gets angry. “Where is my other half?” It says. It storms, it shows it’s unforgiving part. Flashing the sky with brilliant light, so beautiful, but dangerous. Children cower with their parents. Terrified by the noise emanating all around them. Also when the sky is no where to be seen. There is just an empty blueness with the lonely crow flying high. It too looking, searching for...its other half. The trees, the dirt, the grass, and all the other ground elements also get angry. They wage a one sided war against the humans. They destroy anything in their dangerous path. But when the ground and sky unite the make something amazing. Perfect unity it is. Both sides have their other. Everything is in sync. But then quickly the other is stole away. They are ripped apart from their other self, leaving the other empty, lonely, and sad. Then the vicious cycle begins. Going on a rampage, unstoppable by any man. All people can do is run for cover. Hiding in any place safe, but sometimes that is not even good enough. The other half rips apart a house, taking its anger out on the lesser. The water pours and dumps it’s contents destroying land and plants. This continues for as long the half persists. Afterwards there is always damage, but it takes two different appearances. One of them is unseen by the eye. It takes a toll on the people, affecting them mentally, and by mentally this affects there doings also. The people feel dreary and tired of this. They wish for the return of the other half to make things return to normal...for a while. And it physically affects them, they do not work. They laze around, too tired to do anything, except eat and entertain themselves. They spend money on accessories to help them laze. The part that is seen is the destruction. It destroys houses, ripping them apart, discarding the contents across the land. They are spread out, as if the other looking for its complete: searched every part of the house throwing objects in a blind rage. It also devastates land drowning it in its tears. Humans and animals alike try as hard as they can to avoid the storm. They cower in its presents, afraid to look, but then…,I think it to be quite funny, the humans go a time without a devastation. They get upset, they want the tears, they want it and when they get it they complain. Asking why does it keep storming, why oh why will it not stop? 

This world...Need I say more? There is so much to write about this world.

Endless lists of how to describe the two halves, this union; it is a beautiful and it is dangerous. 

This is just one example of how amazing God’s creation is. People over look it. Take it for granted. Over use its supplies. Making it go extinct. It is loosing its beauty. Now people care. Now people try to help. Now people try to be careful. They have just noticed that people should be grateful for what we have and how they should be cautious of how they use it. They get angry when some one does not follow the rules that they themselves did not follow only recently. This is all to known to the human race. They have followed this pattern throughout history, and the people enforcing the rules have been hypocrites since the beginning. They all have their places. But can they change them...can they respect the two halves...can they change?