• -life-
    We sit here watching time fly go before our eyes.
    We are not immortal beings.
    We rise then die.. Sometimes even fall,
    But thats how life grows.

    We have the same mocking walls staring at us.
    The same scenery.
    Ones eye is no different from the others..
    No matter where you go,
    Things do not change.

    We are trapped in a mural the creates our destiny.
    Like a legend meant to end in the time that never stops ticking.

    Life shall end

    At one point..

    But when a shadow castes over our being

    You shall here a clock strick a big dong.

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    you are..

    you are my light,
    you are my heart,
    you are my warmth,
    you are every thing to me.
    But when you left to go fight,
    my candle of warmth,
    life
    and
    light
    was blown away from the Arctic blizzard that drug me into a cold hollow shell that hollows other's voices out,
    but the day you return,
    my rainbow you once shined upon me will soon shine again....
    I love thee,
    I love my night in shining armor....
    Who has pledged his life to me and to his country...
    But till the day you come home,
    I will be sitting on my rocking chair swaying back and forth,
    I am waiting for my rainbow to shine his grace on me....



    The letters you send to me is the only light to keep me alive and positive for a safe return,
    but if not...
    I will be rested till I face death in the eye I may follow you into heaven,
    I will spread my cold ashes on your death ground and
    before I do that I will do the one favor I kept to keep your voice alive in my heart is never to stop believing in you,
    I will await till death who comes to carry my soul out of my body...
    I will wait even after death,
    I will wait in the spirit realm,
    but if you die first I will not cry...
    I will re born your character into a beautiful rose,
    the most perfect rose you may ever see,
    that's what I will do if my rainbow may never come back.....
    To me.....

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    rainbow

    A beautiful flower bury gently into the soil. A delegate new born red rose sprinkled with morning dew that looks like diamonds in the morning dawn. Blazed near a slow moving river covered by 3 1/2 inch green grass the kind you may see on golf courses. This little river spreads on from miles then forms into a delta letting the sea feed upon it's water. There a gentle rainbow... Having it shining on the new born rose. It's colors mix in with the electrical flowing color up joining the moist sky. But as civilization runs into course this beautiful sentiment feeling is unvanquished, but before civilization does take over, iam taking this land and making it my home.

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    Flower ~~

    Dark lumpy goo rest near a bed a silk green grass.
    Letting the wind dance across its silkily features,
    But will be diced by the perfection of ones blade.
    Creating brushle sounds but making a sea of green silk blow.

    Seeds dancing through the wind but soon crashing to the earth.

    Plop..
    Plop..
    They create creators in the dark lumpy goo.

    Swoosh..
    Diamonds rain from the painted sky. Creating a rush that covers everything.
    Leaving a wet dots

    Heat strokes the silkily sea of green.
    Baking the dark lumpy soil makin it hard but not to hard.

    Bursting with life.
    I open my eyes to this sea of green.
    The perfection of beauty that lays before me.

    I try not to get down when the shivering diamonds crash on me and glitter when the oven bakes me.

    The glassily open blue
    Shall be my dream to reach it but not to destroy its picture but simple to join it when I can no longer take this perfect land and cannot simply move.

    My long roots plug me into this ground.
    Their thick and long.
    Wise and strong.
    But cannot be strong for much long.
    They have seen and been through much.

    I have made a mark on this sea of silk and lumpy soil , but the wind will go and sweep me up like a broom creating the same brisle noise.

    Swish
    Swish

    I finally get to dance with the wind.
    Smelling the Sweet trimmed grass aroma that dances with me.

    I final reached my dreams.