Is all pointless 

The point of life is a question many have answered and yet every answer is different.

When I asked my teachers the point of life, I was given a very honest answer.

They told me, that if life had a point it would be seen as work. If there was a point in life we would be working to achieve this point, this working will result in the absence of living and thus removing the true point in life. 

The true point in life is to live. 

Behind the makeup 

“Be careful of the mountains.” They said.”There are snakes and wolves and wild pigs!” They said.

“These animals cant be trusted.” They said.

“Be careful of the cold.” They said.

“The snow comes and kills everything.” They said.

“It is impossible to live there.” They said.

“You are mad!” They said.

“You have lost your mind.” They said.

“You are stupid.” They said.

“Why?” They asked
“Mountains bring peace and quiet.” I said

“The snakes and wolves and wild pigs are not nearly as dangerous as those snakes, wolves and pigs that call themselves humans.” I said

“Humans live 2 lives and we can never tell which is the truth.” I said

“The cold that kills is the lack of care we have for one another.” I said

“We are the snow that brings bitterness to all that surrounds us.” I said

“This life we have created is the life that is impossible to live in.” I said

“I am mad, at a system that we support and sacrifice all we have in order to maintain.” I said

“School spent 12 years training your mind to think the way they want. Yes i have lost this.” I said.

“Stupid, yes i am stupid. I am stupid to have ever thought that there is hope.” I said

“Hope that you, the ones who i love, the ones who i care for, the ones who i thought would understand, would stand by me in this world.” I said

“The trust in humanity.” I said

“That makes me stupid.” I said

“Well today was the last time!” I said

“The last time I offer my soul to a human!” I said

“From today, I wait till someone offers me their soul.”

“Today I picked the last flower.”

“Today I wrote the last poem.”

“Today the women lost a gentleman.”

“This world doesn’t want gentlemen

Ash of the past.

If you treat negative energy correctly you have the possibility of creating a manure that will feed the growth of whatever you plant.

Life shows us that growth is always best when it is fertilized with the ash of what was.
So when you have a negative situation, pore petrol on it light it and use its ash. 
When you have a situation that is hard or negative for you, give it love. Love is the fuel that both has the Ability to bring warmth or to bring hurt and death. If you stay on top of the love with a honest heart and let the situation light its self. Then grab the marshmallows and watch it burn.
The match that lights the fire is the first tear that is shed, its the first knife that goes into the heart. After this the fire starts.
The ask is the negativity and hurt that the fire caused, take that hurt and place it at your feet. Don’t focus on it and let it give you the energy that was once given to it. 
When the rain comes again you will see your heart spring to a beauty that was never seen before.

“There once lay an injured snake on the road. So I went down to help it get out of harms way and as it got to the bush it struck at me.” They say being kind to others is needed but a snake will always be a snake and they will always take the first opportunity to strike at you. This is true. However I will never not help afellow being because of the fear of death. I will go cold before I let my soul turn black.

Fear is what holds you from life. 

The morning
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I love the morning 

Coffee kisses my lips 

She dances through the doors

Shining light on all
She realizes not 

Her importance in this little town.

This little town who is warmed by her smile

The morning I wake for

The morning I live for

It is the morning I am thankful for.

Prayer for the lost.

To the spirit that runs through all of us
I am thankful for the ability to leave my footprints on this earth. 
I am thankful for the ability to wash my mind in the clarity of water. 
I am thankful for the mountains to climb, at the end of the struggling steps there is always a beauty that touches my inner being.
I am thankful for the lungs that breath for this earth, they give so much and take nothing. 
I am thankful for the whispers that blow through this land, they move through me, carrying my soul to the ends of earth. 
I am thankful for the wise one, who watches the world from a far and moves the water. 
I am thankful for the light that rises every morning and sets with the promise to rise again tomorrow.
I am thankful for the hearts that share this life, they make it worth the beating of mine. 
I am sorry we dig and cut into this earth and turn the soft sand into hard lifeless land.
I am sorry we wash more then just our minds in the rivers, waters run but clarity is rarely found. 
I am sorry the climbing of mountains isn’t as important as the view from the top nowadays. 
I am sorry that we not only killing ours with smoke, but cut into yours to write and burn. 
I am sorry for the lies that we send into the winds, with our poison we share the deadly breath.
I am sorry that we feel the wise one needs to be touched, to be controlled. We see and want. 
I am sorry we don’t love the times that are filled with light. 
I am sorry we use the hearts as products, sparing non, as if the paper they are given has the same value. 
I am grateful to be alive but in the same breath I wish I wasn’t. 

With this I give you my life. 

I will stand to protect you, to the grave and into the next lives.