Fellow bees surrounding the hollowed honeycomb.

For the people who were once wonderous warriors. For the fathers that rained release among the imprisoned dreams chained to silent sleepers. For the woman laying love on every staircase for the innocent to gesture greed and finally accept that they are worth while. To everybody who became past, present or everyone waiting a few steps ahead of us. Where could you be today, when today lasts forever.

Ghostly treat after the triple decker bus.

A simple understanding, between the predator and it`s prey. Stacking life on many levels, high, low, and steady center. A food chain of circular disaster when emotions break up the grass with stepping stones. A divine feature of mother nature that still exists in this world, when she fled years ago. The blessing of a life ending for a reason, the devotion to harbor another`s breath. Although torture can occur, the everlasting heaven for this good deed lasts century after century in the warm sunshine following you as your translucent corpse wanders up the flight of spongy stairs. Taking each inhale and exhale higher and higher, forgetting how you got there but glad you did. Fear can reach many aspects of a biotic life. Dying isn`t a scary thing, the race for the wait to disapear, is terrifying. However, once accepted, you gain the capacity to reach new levels and higher ground, and this so called `death` becomes nothing but a desire when it collides with your fate.

Metaphor Poem I wrote.

Life is the beautiful masterpiece of love, faith, and joy. All bundled together in a bucket of paint to be splattered on a canvass of chaos. Although to many it may not withhold the beauty they seek to buy. We all accept this painting for what it is made of, for we all create our own masterpieces. Its a work of art that cannot be bought or sold, found in no store to browse, and no market to steal. Life is what we make it, and in this world everybody is an artist.

In life, we write.

"Just another lost piano key waiting to become a song."
-ML

A superhero,

won't appear until you've saved yourself.

In my world, everybody secretly believes.

In every single one of us, is the person we wish we could be. If it's the superhero, the model, the singer, the heroic person in the paper or maybe just the respected employee. I believe that everybody wants something, really wants something, and unless you strive for it your never going to be able to grasp it with two hands. Everybody deserves a shot at their dream, whether it's truely feasible or just another fake point in an invisible hoop. Our intertwining dreams choke our heart, because what the heart desires fuels it like water to thirst. I'm not sure about what I want, but everybody should be well aware that they have as good of a chance as the person next to them. Hope is important, and I guess I just wish that nobody gave up. Be yourself, but if their is another person eating away your inside until your scratching raw, then exhale them and give them a shot. When you only have one life, your not losing anything by inhaling something satisfying.

Although it might be a small annoyance to one person, it can make a difference for alot of other people.

Sean: thank you so much, it mean's alot that your coming in today.
* * *
John: man, thanks for coming in.
* * *
Marzena: glad your here today, yesterday was nuts.
* * *
Kathy: that was nice of you to come into work today.

I got called into work Friday night and I turned them down, because I wasn't expecting to work. I was hoping for a night off to rest off the rest of my cold. I woke up this morning to another phone call, calling me into work a closing shift on a Saturday. I accepted because I didn't want a record of turning down the phone calls. Happy? I don't look at my job as a paycheck, I go to work for the people, the store, and the customers. Today I found myself frustrated with the workload, because it was larger then usual, but the staff made it all worth it. It's just a simple lesson that although something might not be the biggest piece of gold to you, the smallest sparkle of treasure can brighten another's day. The little things are what matter, so taking that into account, I was there today when they needed me and it felt right.

No face should be hidden or fake.

It's really tough to make a choice to really be yourself, but it's what you should be. I believe that everybody has somebody who will truely accept them. A person who can look in and around their soul and view the intertwining decision making and everlasting experiences. A person who will always be at your side cheering you on no matter what. A person who isn't afraid to be themselves. A mask should never be worn, unless forced upon for a job to save lives. If everybody was their true self in this world, it'd be alot easier to be loved. In this world, you can be loved for being somebody else, but you'll never feel whole until your loved for everything that you really are. Be yourself, it's corny but it's to true to have to be repeated.

Superman,

I just happen to be a huge fan of superheroes. They stand for something so intertwined within our bloodlines and our beliefs. They connect each and everyone of us with specific traits that everybody is capable of having. Superman, is respect by millions of people, a symbol of hope. Superman, stands out from the rest because he sees the good in everybody. At times, this get's him in trouble with the people who let the bad overcome them. However, somebody has to look through humanity's rib cage and really grasp the fact that we all have a pumping warm heart.

Live beautifully, dream passionately, love completely.

When you live beautifully, you enjoy the little things and you really look into detail when your trying to find the light. Simply focusing on the positive can increase your lifespan, making your beautiful life continue longer. Dreaming with passion gives yourself something to live for. Loving completely allows yourself the chance to really get engaged in something real and true. Putting your whole self into your life is what you should live by.

Hope For Wildlife,

This woman Hope takes in any animal and it costs alot of money. I discovered her about a week ago because now she has a TV show on Oasis HD and I record it and watch it because they have amazing stories. In just one episode she released 9 deer back into the wild, an eagle and an owl. Hope saves lives and I do wish that she has loads of good karma floating her way. She works full time all week and on her free days she takes care of these animals with little help from volunteers. She seems like an amazing woman, getting little sleep doing gods work. She’s an angel for these creatures that aren’t given any chance alone. The orphaned, the hurt, or the ones that just can’t do it themselves. She helps every single one of them as best as she can. This is dedicated to her, because she does what is necessary for them. Cleaning disgusting cages and slicing and dicing carcasses because they can’t afford meat half the time. How many people would be willing to make their lifestyle one not for themself? Not many. So thank you Hope, because your name stands for a symbol and what you have dedicated yourself to defines it.

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