The stars are my destination
their is a city among them
like the epic of rama i journey to the psycho shop
only to find dark is the sun
but while their i learn from the children of the mind
that xenocide is no game
what is the nature of man ? take in to thought man. originating from separate points on the globe spred out meet. and so on ensues conflict winners become losers. struggles keep on. now realize the truth behind fiction. space bears humanity. humans stick to there nature? what is the nature of man war and…
dear mom for thirty six hours you strived to bring me here you worked to rais me hours through jobs through the tears and years you are a constant a force to be reckoned with you instilled me you concreted to my sole love and the strength that knows no bounds family is you half of me my brother the other when the time comes to lay you down it will hit hard with a swiftness and a point that will pierce my heart and that will be it the end
Recall the life of a star from nothing gathers gas and dust and elements and when the time comes and conditions are right it implodes and forms a star unimaginable power grows hydrogen fuses and burns and forms helium that burns on and on and then the star begins to weaken and groan with pain it begins its death throws violently dyeing and when its done it brings every thing with it in to a dark hole of nothingness,
now think of the life of man kind from nothing we came we gathered and formed society and we bursted in to life we grow in mind and thought our life accelerating like a engine revving to the point of critical mass like a star ready to implode we burn every thing kill each other and form death fight wars with no mercy to are selfes but we dont go out quietly we go out with a bang and make it worth while and if the univers is lucky the mark we make wears away with time so re call the life of man 
In my head i am king i rule
I fly in my head i am perfect
i am invincible in my head i have
done it and done it well i know
i hear i see in my head i am genius
in my head i am me out here
i am a peasant i walk on turf
out here i am flawed and
mortel out here i am dum, def
and blind and i know nothing
out here i am one in trillions
out here i walk with a head
held high just because
powder burns, lead flys smoke flots
blood runs, bones shatter , tears fall
lovers lost, screams heard lives taken
all in battle all in war
Are society in a quest to fill the VOID of life wastes 20 or so years of are all ready short lifespan on education then we must toil for the rest of are lives in jobs we hate for the money for the stuf we DONT need we get ahead in life some one gets behind their is a balance good and BAD fire and WATER but in the pursuit for meaning we stumble and FALL and die be it from a bullet to the head 2 tones of steel burnt drowned STARVED cancer of the brain lungs HEART we look for something as over rated as love the sad fact is we all die nothing lasts FOREVER money makes the world go round it consumes it like a furnace dose wood heating the home that is are LIVES
thanks to my brother kyleblowschunks.tumblr.com suggesting i right more poetry. i just realized i dont think the same way about life as i once did after reading some of my writhing. so i going to post them to recorde and share.
