Stormhallow

I remind myself why I am here, that's the tricky part. I look forward for a meaning; a connection I don't understand and slowed down, I'm timeless to myself. So Aloud I visualize it, I look for the roots, focusing my behaviors by myself. Solutions become a choice with equal opportunities permitted and my mistakes resolved, finished. I've changed the problem and ending the features I cannot see. I visit the warnings with understanding of my production.My confusion becomes ceaseless.

The pain of hands, so sadly abused In a system there dearly used, For without fingers, or great thumbs the world is crazy, we are dumb. Hands are tools, of great masters works of art, divine and choosers, Extensions of love and projections of mind without them, we are blind. So, stop and think of what you feel when in agony  or when life is unreal, For without hands, we are done the world is voiceless, and without action

We are all enemies of reality                       crowds, pass me scurrying and scattering, slowly making their way to their destinations.                                            The asphalt                             below their feet, that never left the ground,        Soon, it will be a place where no one roams, Two cars,                      one seat-belt,                                                      one survivor and the soldiers were dreamers; Before the guns began. If I should die tonight, I would never have had trust in anyone,                     only doubts and FEARS, plunging me down towards t

Nature, proud and beautiful swaying in a summer breeze it surrounds us peacefully embraces us and protects us but as a new age is born the nature which was blossoming has perished its gone but do not cry for that which has died when the time comes humanity will become undone and life shall prosper once again

A beauty is before me more than words can describe only thoughts only emotions never enough never enough

My dreams are shattered mt shodows are too A heart full of pain because I miss you

Moist soft lips as delicate as rose petals and eyes of golden sunshine, A magnificent personality with true intent and a smile that brightens even the darkest of days, love, spoken through the most musical of voices and with a beauty even angels would fall for, a brillance that stupefies even the clever of minds and an attitude that demands respect, women, The beauties of nature in all their love, awe, and passion.

Maybe on earth the original rest never attracted the uniqueness and pushes out one side everywhere denying the wow of our lives

War, its a repetition. Its irregularity is its prosperity, Repeating and growing, Its a situation that grips nations. Turning them, burning them, Hurting them, hardening them Causing destructive forces of epic proportions So when countries turn on countries And brothers on brothers Its a miscommunication Between these nations Thats why they go beyond reckoning Oh, how its so heart breaking When fighting for peace and equality Becomes the new reality and inevitability So sending our young To save and for freedom For causes incomprehensible Its just so dame fearful Thats why we try.