Paradox-

Everything is an array, a paradox some say.
One word that means, two very opposites it seems,
combined with all the in between's, is a paradox.
Thoughts floating in the middle of the start and end,
polar opposites together a message it can send.
Being so broken your finally fixed,
or a heavenly angel casting a demonic hex.
Ice so cold that it burns your skin,
or being so blind you can see again.
Water the very essence of life,
yet you drowned in a whirlpool ironic right?
Music so loud that it turns real quiet,
or thinking a thought but thinking nothing about it.
This entire existence doesn't even exist,
like making a firework that is flame resist.
How do we hate and also love,
buried underground so deep your above.
The sweet sound of the silence,
being a Christian converting with violence.
Light so bright your blinded by darkness,
A path so simple that no one can find it.
Solving an impossible puzzle,
eating so much fat turns to muscle.
Knowing everything about nothing,
shooting and killing someone but your bluffing.
Experiencing no experiences,
having no consequences.
Being so stuck your never progressing,
singing so loud your words go missing.
Closing a box that was never opened,
an immovable wall forced on unstoppable motion.
Being so protected you then turn vulnerable,
losing your head and asking is it noticeable.
Running so slow your incredibly fast,
Being elsewhere then the future present or past.
Making a law declaring no laws,
having no chimney for Santa Clause.
Staring intently at nothing but something,
A land mine that is perfectly safe for touching.
A thief stealing himself in a sack,
Darkness that isn't that color black.
What would you see if there is no color,
pregnant with twin boys that aren't brothers.
Drinking fluid so wet its dry,
Sun stares and burns its own eyes.
Having no fingers winning rock paper scissors,
a tropical island with constant blizzards.
Remembering something that was never forgot,
catching a cold that's never been caught.
Being bigger then everything, and smaller then nothing.
Being to real for reality, in consistence is your consistency.
Starting after you end, you disappear when you attend.
Discovering the word discovering, finding a size less ring.
A monster so scary it cant be seen,
A mirror mirroring its own glass screen.
Sword so sharp it cant be held,
trying to whisper a yell.
Silently demanding silence.
Expecting nothing to expect.
Blowing out candles in space,
saving everything you waste.
Imploding explosives.
Waiter gets less money with a tip.
Purely evil, Chaotically simple.

Reality Fatality-

The force the word reality claims,
its just life, nothings really to blame.
Reality portrays that this is all,
but discovery reveals the atom so small.
Reality is the ultimate mastermind,
truly we believe but only for a time.
Reality changes so what is truly true,
though a computer its the light inside you.
If the truth for you is that the world is flat,
without Columbus we all would believe that.
Law's like gravity are real today,
but whats real right now doesn't always stay.
Reality or truth is merely a choice,
a constant thought creating your voice.
Accepting what's told is pure chaos and trouble,
life is a dirty bath filled with dirty thought bubbles.
Thoughts are clean but this world is not,
we are all stuck thoughts left to rot.
Reality is the very acting of change,
contently showing its forceful name.
If whats real is a choice that can change,
it would make sense why reality is strange.
Because we are making the choice creating the laws,
we are scratching at the fabric of time with our claws.
If what you choose to believe is real for you,
your the master of all there is nothing you cant do.
Perceiving all the information you receive,
accepting it and learning to only take what you need.

Black Hole-

The black eternal depth of the hole in space,
without color or limits its alive and tastes.
Confusion and wonder cant describe the light thief,
we see our trust in the darkness of disbelief.
An impossible combustion made possible to see,
destruction of light blinds all reality.
Simply but surly mans words cant express,
Trying our hardest and exploiting the rest.

Oh the Opposition-

Oh how easy life can seem, when you are blind living in a dream.
Oh how simple death can be, if it was accepted as a caged soul being set free.
Oh what a surrender it would seem, if you let life slip through your fingers like catching steam.
Oh what a glory it would be, exhausted on the field of battle singing victory.
Oh the chaos is everywhere it seems, causing conflict and tragedy tearing at hopes illusion seams.
Oh the simplicity it can be, when you close your minds eye and finally see.
Acceptance of all impossible it seems, but stand like the mountain flow like the streams.
Everything just is, can it be, if that is so I have lost my identity.
Existence needs the opposites to be, one without the other no purpose to succeed.
Oh how dark, the dark can seem, but even that spec of light gives hope that shine and gleam.
Purpose for one is the other, so trust them both they accept each other.

Dark Days-

This phantom is real because I said so. And I change my mind.

Why does this phantom need someone like me,
crawling inside I am never free.
This demon this thing, put thoughts into my brain.
I cant notice until, I've lost my free will.
Breaking free of this warrior's grip,
is like walking on ice now don't you slip.
If you fall one time, he burns your mind.
With thought's and cravings from below,
it turns me into an animal.
Lasing out with anger, it blinds me from it's danger.
It never gets full or bored of torture,
it causes pain and death like the sign of the vulture.
It will pick at your bones and break your will,
tear it all apart and let your blood spill.
Even when your dead and gone,
this demon will continue to spawn.
Again and again a never ending horror,
its only true love is to slowly torture.
But the existence of demons just seemingly proves,
that there is another as long as you choose.
The life of a phantom serves it purpose,
by lighting a candle God will resurface.
Light the very center of all,
even upon demons importance to the call.
But what a tragic life it would be,
to help control others but never set free.
only knowing the search to feel real,
drives one way one goal to fulfill.
Who are we to curse at our demon,
only one path to choose who could blame them.

Will Smith, Running and Reading-

Running, learning to overcome the voice in your head. Accepting defeat knowing you will be better prepared for the next time it comes. Fight until that voice in your head becomes a choir, telling you no longer to stop but to continue on. Mind over matter, you really can do anything you set your mind to. Push a little further every time that voice tells you to slow down. Learn how to control and use that voice in every aspect of your life.
Realize that if you don't choose to even walk on the race track of life, you lose your life.

Reading, by taking past actions, results and outcomes to solving problems of your own. People have already thought the same way as you and have found some ways to help with just about anything. Listen don't be proud even if your heartfelt attempts don't turn out. Try something new or different. Read books, people think about more things so be open to more and more. Learn from others, results from the same action aren't just going to drastically change for just you. You are special, but not as much as you would think. Listen, write, read and learn from your own thoughts to help yourself and others. We all need help to find our way.

We know or knew the information before, we just need a little help remembering from our true inner goodness. Anything and everything is really a choice to be seen, you either learn and live, or hide and perish.

Wanting more Nature-

I hear what I choose to fear. River flowing always moving never ceasing to create sound and life, so simple.
Everybody seems to just be going, moving never even taking a glace around. What if we all just sat down took a drag and just listened. No more speaking, just heard the life of the birds chirping, the river rolling over slippery stones. What if we were like a rock, moved where others took us and just had to take all that was given. Erosion takes its tole even on the largest mountain. We aren't much different are we. But the rocks have learned something magnificent. No matter how small, how rough or cracked they know they are a part to a greater picture, a piece to the puzzle of our very planet. They are all needed. What if we were like the trees, growing from a smaller seed into a large immovable beauty. They get clipped and cut but they still know something that most don't. They know the importance of light,we all should be growing towards our own light.
Growing up never down, growing around never stopping. Always wanting more. I want more. Why?

Wanting more is not a sin. But when you want more because you refuse to learn the lesson from life's teacher a problem can occur. Wanting information you are not ready to receive wont make any sense.
So you discredit your teacher for your own mistake.

We cant see-

Nobody can see, this addicted me.
My minds playing tricks, nothing really exists.
I'm not who I think I am.
This is an illusion, of great proportion.
If I'm not me, who does everyone see.
We are a mirror of our own reality.
Everything we see, how could it be.
I'm not the real me.
Education, manipulation.
Incarceration, situation.
Made us who we show.
Made us think we know.
It controls you, molds you.
But its not you, its not true.
Your mind stole, more then you can know.
Collecting information, slow saturation.
In education, manipulation.
Has made you, not the real truth.

Your mind is not you, don't let it compute.
Your not who you think, we become weak.
Trust in no voice in your head.
It's a computer program its already dead.
There is something else, beyond this constant Hell.
An inner good feeling that makes us aware.
Of what care.
And tells us whats really there.
Beyond despair.
Your soul is good, its the real you.

Dad-

Don't break the ice, we don't need your sacrifice.
Just stay here be with us, your our dad your the one we trust.
I see you in me, I love my family.
But the ice is melting, there is no more training.
You never made it home.
No more no more, we lost the best war.
The home front the home.
Your wife and kids need to learn alone.
The ice is melting, my heart is swelling.
I cant confine, the pain inside.
No more no more, will I try to score.
I've lost and lost, something without cost.
My will to live the gleam and glow.
In my eyes I see something I don't know.
A cold dark heartless monster.
I see no longer my friend my father.
The light of love I lost, Wasn't worth the cost.

Aware of confusion-

The cold dark steel wall just grows stronger.
Emotionless, waiting and watching, ready to adapt to new struggle.
Impenetrable and labyrinthine even to its creator.
Deep inside this void further then any galaxy or universe.
Seemingly everything is dead.
But even the master cant kill whats left of the inner power.

World Without End-

A world without end the song that was praised,
that echoed the halls through time and space.
The organ so loudly declared God's great name,
through its artists fingers ignited the flame.
Burning, burning showing its light,
the glare from the heavens let me see forever in sight.
What I saw and felt that blessed day,
I would soon forget but I knew another way.
I could remember if fate helped me think,
to write this quote down to listen not speak.
I soon was lost again,
thinking beyond this world that had no end.
How did I think beyond infinite,
when all my actions look back at me, selfishly.
I am now learning why, how and when,
somethings are simply written,
A World Without End.

Self-

When you look in the mirror do you see yourself,
or are you confused seeing something else.
Do you see where you stand, or nothing at all,
are you running face first right into a wall.
Does your shadow need you, or do you need it,
or does the sun's light rays bow and exit.
Stand where you are, for you are where you stand,
the sun makes light yet shadow's for man.
If you sit real still but your mind runs fast,
calm yourself down there's no future or past.
Being some place but you minds in another,
a nuclear war you simply try to cover.
A blood stained sword and guns take aim,
the terrible truth, this is one sick game.
But the path is true with twists and turns,
it cant be straight or nothing learns.
Blood and tears run down the streams,
yet make the stage for goals and dreams.
Crashing and banging a rhythmic tune,
words ring out like a soaring balloon.
Beautiful fields with a rising sun,
near the black of night that's soon to come.
A crimson blade held by the reaper,
surrounds my work darkness is its keeper.
My work of hand connects to voice,
crossing meadows and streams fireworks rejoice.
Piercing red eyes so close to the sand,
chaos at the center shows its dark hand.
Infecting the stones that are on the shore,
trying to alter the balance of more.
But the hand of life also reaches out,
to grab hold of the mirror filled with doubt.
Chaos is the middle in this frame,
but its not the core, God is its name.

God like-

God is as close and real as the mountain and trees, we should admire him but we seem to overlook.
But truly what we don't see is our potential to be as close to God as we choose.
By being true to our inner goodness. By doing and being something beyond our weak exterior.
Finding your own path less traveled, beyond set boundaries and just accept.
Accept the way things are, not how you think they should be.
That is a person, no ordinary person, but one who does good for very good's sake.

Hope-

Hope can kill, make a thrill, but isn't real.

Hope may become like a boy and his drum.
But that drum you wish, wont just be put on your dish.
If your hope is real, and your actions follow,
your own drum can be built everyday like a puzzle.
The puzzle might be impossible at first,
but flow like the river don't think of the worst.
The worst might come, like the boy without his drum.
So look for hope but not to far,
for hope can become your biggest scar.
Thinking of something that is not real,
is like losing a card game going all on one deal.
Once your lust for life is shot down,
bend down pick it up don't leave it on the ground.
Real hero's aren't perfect but make mistakes,
for those who learn and conquer become great.
Don't be the boy who wants the drum,
but doesn't understand the simple rule of thumb.
Anything is possible, ready to take,
just set small steps and you can be great.
Follow your plan things will go,
don't worry life is a game, soon you will know.

Electricity-Higher

Electricity, a little bolt of lighting from the man himself,
but with no metal or switch there would be no help.
As amazing as light and power are,
we would not could not, go very far.
We need help from other gadgets and things,
If you take this to life just see what it brings.
As incredible as we all are,
we need others to help us go far.

Once high on mount Olympus looking down,
we realize how much we truly have found.
In our journey we finally see,
our message spreading from tree to tree.
My message spread like wildfire,
as I sat on my newly found spire.
I was above the man who made my life easier,
so I thought, why not be his teacher.
Using my idea's from my mortal book,
I decided I would send it down, for him to look.
In his excitement in his newly found idea's,
he spread it to the world with his truth cloud tears.
This then became rain the birth of more life,
moving planet to planet looking for his wife.
Not seeing what was in front of me,
I was confounded with what I could not see.
She was there all along waiting patiently.
I say, why did you not speech up,
when you were caught in your rut.
She replied I did call for help you were to high,
in his moment of search he remembered her cry.
He could of pulled her out without any problem,
but something she said made him the fallen.
From her experience and all that she'd done,
I've been exalted higher then anyone.
I have seen your mistake, I will never make.
For my spire, never halting, grows higher and higher.
Your pride has made you lower then the mortals.
Pride is a shield for the weak, to defend or attack the meek.
But the meek understand who they are, unique.
Being humble is not a curse,
In fact it gives great power with every verse.
Heal all the humble, burn all the pride,
for the truth of it all, matters what's inside.
The puzzle so hard and confusing,
will complete itself as long as your not abusing.
This is the end you might want to fret,
every prideful thought will fill you with regret.

Animals-Senses

Animals may seem, to have higher senses to us.
Hell! dogs can sniff and bite you on your butt.
They are not higher, just different from ours.
Their instinct guides them to their own flowers.
They might have insane hearing, or crazy sight.
I bet they can even smell, the color white.
We might be envious, we might be mean.
Because all we seem to do is clean clean clean.
Their toilet is the world how great would that be.
To choose where you go and just be carefree.
But all they possess seems comes with a price.
For they seem to lack the knowledge of good or right.
Some choice few, they know what's up.
The choices they make are not just luck.
Some can learn signing or speak our words.
Others seems to take and get what they deserve.
Some would say we are too good to be animals.
OK, then why did we have cannibals.
We are not so different if thought with an open mind.
Just like us they're one of a kind.
Each animal contributes something new.
They can love just like me and you.

Look Around-Blessings

Look all around us blessings galore,
a flower or a peach or the sun over the shore.
It just takes some looking things are always there.
Sometimes we try our hardest but we just spare.
A strike would be better but think like this.
Some things out there you don't ever want to miss.
Once a moment is lost some parts can be found.
Sometimes your pins will all be knocked down.
Once they all are hit they will be set back up.
Just for you there is a pinch of luck.
Blessings, blessings, are all around.
Just waiting to be seen or carefully found.
Once collected in our conscious thought.
You will start to notice even the smallest rain drop.
It might be big, to ant or a bug.
But a wonderful blessing is the blessing of love.
There are many ways, simple at best.
To express our love don't ever take a rest.
Never stop to think why, when or how.
For you express love, by listening for its sound.
Its song is the trumpet it will play again and again.
If you don't take love for granted it will live past the end.
Even past death love can conquer.
Walls will be thrown down, we will want no longer.
We have wanted long enough, time has come.
To count our blessings, name them on by one.

The Star-

True Inspiration-

Some are meant to lie low and watch the star they wish they could be.
They say I cant go far it's not for me.
Years later after being pushed around, they realize they chose to stay on the ground.
Their ship was close by but they couldn't see.
They were blinded by doubt and fear, but now they believed.
Believed they finally could be that star, because they could go that far.
But something was wrong about the star.
It was much further away, it was near now it's far.
But they had the choice, they could choose to stay, and waste their life away.
But they knew now more then ever, up in that sky was their forever.
The star had never moved not one single inch.
Then they realized they where the one who dug there own ditch.
Trying to be free of worldly sorrows, they filled there hole they tried there hardest.
Day by day minute by minute, when they reached the top they screamed I did it.
Peaking over their regrets and guilt, they finally realized what was built.
After a kind man got out of his hole, he wanted the whole world to know.
He feels how others feel, stuck in a rut with an immovable wheel.
So he thought, why should I leave my fellow friends?
To reach the sky that never ends.
My work is here my job never complete, I will not stop till all are on their feet.
He celebrates when others take off, he feels their joy but must stay aloft.
He now knows his own space mission.
It wasn't for the stars this is his own remission.
This is his goal, to help others till he grows old.
As an old soul now, he has watched countless friends shoot to space.
He doesn't even know his own face.
He doesn't need to know what happens at the star.
His joy comes from making others go far.
On his death bed, no one seem to notice to quick to be ahead.
When his spirit was released he was filled with sorrow.
All were shooting for a star to where he could not follow.
But sadly enough his body laid untouched until the marrow.
All were aiming for that endless space, but never savoring charities taste.
The morning came and his body returned, he asked the universe why me?
Boy you have learned.
People think they get what they deserve, but you have earned.
You gave pure service and were loyal to the call.
You did what was right, now you will have it all.
This is all wonderful and grand, but what can I give, ill give to the end.
I need to share my knowledge with my friends, good soul I will send you again.
Maybe then they will learn, but my son you will forget the good you have done.
Then I will start again, I will do anything to save my fellow men.
You will receive the highest of all, eternal glory in my halls.
No thanks is needed my friend, for I will do it again and again.

Quotes-By-ME!

Karma-

Karma seems to find us all even when we run, she charges forward until its job is done.
You reap what you sow so choose how you please, Karma always finds you and can weaken your knees.
We must heal over time, we think she's gone but she is always behind.
Watching what we do and say, we make our own Karma by our choice day to day.
Once we know we are in control Karma will change with our attitude, sad or good days have gratitude.
Be thankful and not proud, that will show Karma what were all about.

Be like water, flow into situations, go in a crack with clear thoughts,
become what is around you and be ready for the change it will come.

When we are open and honest and rejected, do not cower back or fear,
be resilient, one day someone will understand.

Time wont stop for anything, if understood correctly time s a measurement of how we use it.

Be what you want to be loved by.

Find joy in the simplicity of life.
Impossible puzzles of life can be solved by an attitude.

Why settle for less, don't be afraid of unknown, be ready for it, it will come,
 settle for nothing less then what your mind can't learn.

People never die indefinitely, each person effects another and will live on in others, make your choice.

If there was only myself and nothing after, I would still love, loving.

Music calms the mind, can pump the heart, and change the soul.

Weather can make you sad, glad, or just downright mad.
But we choose which one we will have.

Change, a thing, an intangible but infinitely powerful thought.
One small spark, one idea can cause an action, which indefinitely will get a reaction.
Are you acting or reacting.

Babies, a human computer with no data, so we think.
But even before they enter our world they are slowly effected by the selfish virus.

Photo's, a blip in time freezing a moment but not a feeling.
But when looked at can cause any feeling you would choose.

Feelings can be remembered with a song, book or the touch of a loved one.
Embrace all feelings, for that is what makes us realize, we are vulnerable.

Take a look at your life, from the start to this moment.
Every mistake made, every right choice, has made you.
Do you like you?
Realizing this, you now have the choice.
Stay stuck, or change it up.

Love an ever embracing joy that can halt wars, stop pain, and create new life in its wake.
When love is low on fuel, it can cause heartache, withdrawals and nuclear war.
And over time create gaps so wide in the soul that no physical pain or anguish could ever surpass it.
But nothing can take its rightful place on both sides of the spectrum. It is needed both ways.

Snow, a cold fluffy enjoyable creation, giving life when thawing.
Like a women's heart when ready to show, there is nothing more puzzling then snow.

Freedom, is there such a thing?
Can man really be free, for he is his own worst enemy.

Flames from a fire grow, much like snow on snow.
Love is much like this, if left time do to a kiss.
Girl's just want cute little things, it doesn't matter what Santa Clause brings.
Just as long as the boy they love, represents them till they meet above.

Everything is perfect

Raining Reaction-
If I wrote some things I've learned, they will change in an instant it's no concern. That comes with knowledge and experience, always accept change is the only true consistence. Don't be to free, or too held back, think through every thought don't just react. Accepting the pain and grief of this plan, your not accepting its mark on your hand. Like its all OK, or always and never, sometimes knowing that its not, melts life's icy December. Good times should be lived like rain, because it will drought, regardless your name. Live it up when you can, so your not in regret's hands, losing all your time like sand. Your attitude really makes or breaks, regardless the situation or trouble life makes. Accepting how things are this moment, but knowing change comes, good, bad just own it. Own it all every feeling every pain, so you can appreciate the fact of the ongoing rain. Sometimes we need that pain to awake, from sleeping through life, a pin prick is our mistake.
Blind Scars-
We get caught lost and blinded by the speed, we are forced to live rushed passing the stops we truly need. We are the driver of our body its our car, but sooner or later without any gas causes painful scars. Your not a hero because you run on empty, longer, better your gas its thrifty. Use every drop don't waste a single gallon, by driving a semi you waste good talent. When you refill don't go forward blind, help others on your way let karma design. You only can control on simple thing, yet we hardly do that making others our dream. Use good judgement don't be the fool, who thinks he know's better but didn't go to school. Acting like you know them more, then they know themselves, causes blood stained war.
Brain Chain Mind Game-
We all start with a white board to draw, let you guide but not force, breaking God's very law. People will make their choice even if, you control there hand there mind is a gift. So powerful and humble, the brain takes orders, does what it's told not correcting errors. Every brain or thought or action, we misconceive as the person inside this contraption. Some is controlled, most really isn't, you are not your mind you are pure and innocent. This world which we see full of blue and green, really isn't as pretty as it may seem. Under its cover its hiding itself , masking Hell's fury under a blanket of false shown wealth. Past people live on forever, because they control the mind of every newcomer. Laws change but not often enough, we just agree because we are stuffed. Programmed at birth your innocence is lost, even in your mother existence brings its cost. You are trained no different then an animal or white board, you do what you do for this world's reward. You are drawn on without permission by all, you don't know how to stand if you never fall. When the world wants an army of new careerers, it just sends them to school brain washing it steers. A perfect control is no longer needed, for shame of self causes personal concealment. Totally unaware that you are not really you, just a program created always subdued. If you think your special you better think again, individuals died right when they were sent. There is hope though by only one true law, that God is inside you just listen for his call. Your mind is not you, this body not your's, but inside everything and anything, light opens doors. The true entity which is shadowed by lies, is simply pure love and light, that could never die. Not just people are made of this truth, everything anywhere enjoys this pure fruit. Anything that has, is or will be, is just a small piece of God's great glory. Thinking of myself being infinite, is complex but true divinity. There may be simple endings to things all around, but everything is a part of one pure sound.
Religion-
 Why wouldn't it be that way, we love to separate, give pain just to sedate. If we think everything is not a whole, we can exalt ourselves without worry, because I am more then you all. Giving reason and guiltless pleasure, we hurt others in the name of love's destructive letters. Its OK it was a good cause, leaves reason to not blame who's really at fault. I'm right, they are all wrong, builds and impenetrable song. That is sung just to say, your stupid there is no other way. They never are open to anything else, for they apparently know more then everyone, bringing self wealth. But once you just let it be, accept yourself's reflection you will finally see. Everyone is worth the same, you are no more or less then a drop of rain. Everything that is or will be, only is real, when they find a purpose for them, an identity. Without a goal or a mission, you are nothing for existence.
Pure Love and Light-
 For everything plus anything only is, because pure love and light needs reason to exist. Simply put it just wants more, so it sends out infinite, knowledge everything stores. It wants to learn forever and ever, so it evolves to any weather, but brings all together. Since we have always been, and there is no true end. This is only true, that it always has evolved, and always will be making puzzles to solve. Just because there is no end in sight, doesn't mean a goal isn't worth the fight. Without little goals always figuring out, always moving forward would surly run out. You are not who you think you are, don't worry about this world look to the star. Always moving creates balance for all, we are on the brink of existence on a cliff edge to fall. So close our brain, runs a gambling game, yet everything so close seems to always retain. Everything is exactly like it should be, accept it all in its chaotic simplicity. Everything seemingly is a paradox of confusion, you know one thing and its opposite to be true. But how can it be, that I know everything yet know nothing about it.

I'm a poet and now you know it

Alright, I haven't done anything for a while because I didn't much like how I was blogging. So I "for the time" will be blogging poems or stories I have written with a couple quotes. I was inspired tonight to share this.

Its all an act-
Acting is just acting its not really professional, but needs movement plus knowledge while risking your soul. Using true emotion acting on life's stage, is it really acting if you know no other way. What if you lived your very day, not knowing an audience sees and hears what you say. Does acting really mean that your just fake, you know your entrance and words just ready to take, that second of light all audience on you. It doesn't feel the same, knowing this is an entertaining game, only clapping not for you but your illusion, your acting name. You can put all passion or want into your act, but your not that character you cant, its a fact.

Act Part 2, Books-
 A books fiction or fantasy seems unreal at the start, you know reality and play its part. But the more you read and attach your mind, reality distorts but only for a time. For when mans attention gets dull or bored you close current reality, accepting fantasy, escaping life's tragedy. Only to have that act just finish, reading the text  The End hearts diminish. Caught in emotion they almost accepted the page, like it was there reality that would never change. Engulfed in this act, worldly truth is an ax. Cutting your hope of being that hero, comparing yourself your just a zero. But once you realize why did I connect, to that fictional character this is not what you expect. You want to have magic, save others or be strong, like that's not reality just fantasy, its wrong. Write your own damn book everyday every act, become the hero its a proven fact. Whats to unreal or to crazy to be, we are floating in space, an endless black sea. Asteroids fly by, we spin incredibly fast, yet stand still on this earth, fiction becomes fact. Nothing is to crazy or impossible it seems, we evolve everyday solving impossible dreams. To be that incredible man, women or child you read, apply how they did it knowing you will succeed. You are writing your novel endlessly, make your own choice it will set you free.


Pot of Gold-
To many options put before you, so many to choose you don't do, anything about the problem at hand, never taught you need a goal to expand. Search deep be true, hidden treasure is in you. There is an end, so make the time you spend, willing, waiting and watching patience always looking, never giving up, your never really stuck.
Ready to accept what needs to be done, finding that rainbow you need your sun. Finding or searching doesn't make a winner, just the thought of working doesn't make your dinner. Once you see the light, after rains dark night. Acting on past, present and future gold, creates the end on this worlds endless rainbow. Desires or a want only goes part way. Its the action involved that causes desires to stay.

Reality infects us all so just run-
 To me my own reality is simply defined, not by following one specific drawn line. We start and go just to feel that rush of the finish. When truly we always have been, we made a start to have an end. Its easier when you think your all done, so you can rest but truth continues its run. For once we think we finished life's race, we falsely believe we deserve a taste. To better others and yourself always run, others will sleep thinking I'm tired or done. Every step you take on your endless journey, forms a ripple effect on others learning. You make the stone that you throw to the lake, you choose the size of the ripple you make. It could be so small that no one can tell, or so loud and huge its heard from Hell. Use that voice its a wonderful privilege, its not a deserve don't destroy its great lineage. Endless hero's past in time, we only know because they spoke their mind. Idea's you have should all be heard, but also realize no idea is bad or absurd. Every thought serves an equal purpose, like dark needs the light to resurface.