where does one find warmth when the core of existence is shut down ? a meat freezer betwix the
ribcage, the cast doubts of life play cube to lemonade, and the soul can find no igloo in the vast winter.

Great mortals are to be mourned, their deeds are said and done, the memberence of the past returned but there are those left not to grieve, they are those whom have been spurned, such as I whom've had no deed, fade my memories to be burned,

break my fall,I tumble through the wind's of time, no parachute strapped to my back,no net has been set to the ground, no water left beneath my fall, without bungee to set my boundry,I am left with sudden gravity, great spirits gravity, break my fall.

it has been said that mankind is dust in the wind, and each trial and journey is an uproarious gust, I am not a speck of dust, I fear I am but sand in the hour glass.

There are those whom are made of wood, they're strong and rough and stay afloat, others whom are made of temur foam stay sensitive and understanding to anothers contours, but I am but a callous sponge, taking and taking and always treading water

I am orphaned myself, abandoned to my own secured in my mind a burnished little home, my sanity flown past my dignity contrieved, I am to wonder what it is to say to be alive.

Research life and be complete, research facts and be learned, research people and gain charisma, research yourself and be dissapointed.

there is a place where I can go deep within the world, the greater troubles find me not, my petty troubles show, the place I hide conceals my hopes and takes away my purpose, I hid myself within myself, my future has no purse.

down into the mud, down upon the street, up against the wall but only gaining purpose, I without conflict or benefit am left to fathom my existence and the point in my creation.

what is the point that I, advanced in my causes, may be obsolete and unused infinitely? What proposal is left to me that I may drudge on, unskilled in the necessities, and to the few I had with skill no use do they proclaim.

obscure as words, rare as the helping hand, and more fortunate by far, the emergence of my spirit oft as haley's breathes the breaths I need to journey on, and lingers me here to roam my purpose.

could it be I have found exaggerated malice in the scheme of my being? am I truly the wretch i've claimed? and where does shallow mourning call, to those whom are truly maimed?

Casings around the truth, hidden from the heart of hearts, broken from the tomb, staked at unsuccessfully, and from life arising from torpor doth new meaning rise, the greater being in us all, the greater being without pride.

I am lost in the moment, I am found in the past, I have buried my future, and my hopes, they shall pass.

channel your Ki.
do not pay heed to the world around you,
Ignore the senses that call to you,
Ignore the foundation of society,
blame all that that you've held true.
channel your Ki.
ask not of others, they will dissapoint you.
Ask not of strangers, they will betray you,
ask not of family, they will abandon you,
ask not of Diety, for she shall disagree.
Channel your Ki.

Few things achieve the greatness of love, its greatness binds all things, for if there was one to dissprove, all things to shadow thrown to in