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

Dreams

Whispers catch wind
Voices heard

A singing branch

Attracts a bird

Hungry fruit

Fall to the floor

Allowing trees to live once more

Giving bugs and birds a meal

Means the trees will once again heal

And give a home to the gnome 

That live in the forest 

But not alone

He has his most dear friends

The ones who will be the till the end

The fairies that live under the shroom

Have a beautiful delicate room

Where magic is made 

Spread far and wide 

By the men that form the tide

Only once a blue moon  

Does this magic bloom

And kisses the foreheads

Of the those sleeping in a cocoon 

Giving them the most important gift

Seen as dreams 

By the ones that cant 

Tell what it means

To be kissed by magic.

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. 

I’m sorry son.

I’m sorry son that you never got to know me

I was shot when you were very young

You see life here and opportunities are easy 

I couldn’t manage to deal with the paper work overseas 

I knew the danger but turned a blind eye 

As it was the money that would give us the best life

I didn’t think I would have a bullet in my heart 

And all for the Apple that I would never part

I’m sorry son but I did my best to give you the life that was better then the test

But now you have lost something more important then all

A farther who loves you

A pillar that would have stood tall