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We seldom in life’s crazy design, do we find the inner peace we search for but haunts us in the days of the clocks ever moving arms. For is it out of reach or is it in the plans for the future and what it holds. My past memories I have hid in the closed doors of mind, which haunt me like scrooges Christmas carol. My thoughts guiding me yet I weary of their toil.

For the worlds mischievous ways seem to mock me and unrest my soul. For the words that cling to the pages stir the unbridle passion of desire and life that sometimes I forget that was once in me. For words create an illusion of pain and love, words describe the wants we desire to feel upon our weary bodies and the insight of the passions we hope to achieve. Small remarks of life yet given in free words on what they want create the desire to live and breathe once again.

Write be free, create your illusion for it will take you to the ends of the earth and back. Describe your wants and passions for than words will the fill the earth with the art we as mortals once knew.

As I have journey thru this life, two things seem to be said for my perspective on it, it’s not the fear or meaning of life or death for we are given chances to exceed or fail based on us or society. It is that of here or there. For if life is not clear, we live for here at this time and think of there. Or do we live in a fantasy life more apt to our liking than live here in this society of violence, drugs, and death.

Things from a child were so relaxed and good, even though it was filled with hardships it still magical there. Here the world has become grey, people are against people and we work to live and die.

And tremendous difference between here and there can be seen in every persons thought or dream. Yet we seem to go on. People needs to or well society needs to go back to the basics of everyone is created equal and we all help and take care of each other, For this here will soon end if the path is not switched. And last thoughts will be there.

Riddles and puzzles or more apparent in life’s struggles for every step seems to be another obstacle or burden for the gods amusement. Pawns on a chess board waiting for the battle that never happens and yet waits in the wind like a solemn leaf holding on to the branches in an autumn storm.

Clouded words I put here to reason with the darkness I have been in, death is no more a thought yet there is nothingness, plain and simple nothingness. Words of inspiration I love to create and pictures off the beauty of the world seem to be not there. They say it will get better, I do hope and pray for now I am just sitting by the shore waiting for the mist to fade away from the shoreline.