Death

Death is not the end of life nor the beginning
It is somewhere in the middle
Where you were to leave the only life we know
And enter another
One we know nothing about
Starting off as innocent infants
Crawling and learning to touch and feel
Living our lives all over again
Only ass backwards and upside down
To write something beautiful about life or death is a challenge,
One i have not risen up to yet
There are those are find themselves stuck between life and death
Those who fear the end
In every story and every fairy tale ever written, there never was a real end
It was always "and they lived happily ever after" then the end
Or "and so it was that this this and that" then the end
The end always comes after a explanation of life
Death in stories is never the end, so why is it always the end in real life?
No, Death is the start of something new, the end of something brilliant, and the middle of one persons hand written story.

life

with no maps, no routs and no real plans
its all very unexpected
walking where your feet take you
some people live it more then others
its a adventure you will never come out alive from.

Bits and Pieces

-As the snow falls on the ground, the steaming combination of limestone, clay, sand and shale shines in the incandescent vivid moon light.
The snow falls in twirls around them as they draw a picture in the snow, just for fun you know, but more then that also.
Winning points is easier then 1 2 and 3, take her hand and pull her along the icy crystal ending with a smile bigger then before, you didnt think you could make it more.
Some people laugh and pry as you tell them the stories, but not to worry none of them have felt the way they do.
No one will fully understand the titanic feeling they have when standing together just being right there is better then before.
They dont have to pretend anymore, being just themselves is all that is needed to make the other smile.
Even a thousand miles is not enough to break apart the winding thoughts of being here on this cold winter night
- November 11th 2008

You gave me a key but said you lost the lock and that it was up to me to find it.
- Jan 9th 2009

Jealousy, you watch her as her green dress sweeps across the floor tempting you with her beauty.
Calling at you with envy shining in her eyes
She calls at you from the other side of the room. you try not to let her louring smell pick you up and dance you across the room, into her green aura.
- Jan 11th 2009

Desire and Fear.
you put them in a room, one is bound to kill the other sooner or later.
its just a matter of who wins.
and when.
- Jan 18 2009