My perfect soul.

She the perfect match;

Im not heightening a white flag.

To blow in the breeze of our past, waring love.

invisible bombs dropping in our heads as thoughts,

Tankful actions to betray me…

May the land minds of our words,

Self destruct, may the tank lose course,

May the spiralling bombs around us, to cease.

The end of our war, belongs to future loves.

May they be more understanding, less prideful.

May the war cease, the flag to hover whilst blue jay’s pass nearby;

May the sun set whilst you’re smiling in-front of him.

May your smile stay bold and flawless,

You deserve to be content, i do know.

I love you…

To lose your massive pride,

Would mean to me, that I’m worth it too, am i?

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The Rose that Knew no-limits.

As the rose tells me of the struggles it faced, yet succeeded.

The rain dripping, the wind challenging; as she blow’s in the wind,

Her root’s, her family of flowers. never cease development;

always amounting to success, strength. She appears the strongest,

Her root system, strengthens those from “beneath”. and the pedals one day, will reach the heavens.

As a well guided team, under the commandment of the “largest” head of the rose; within the traditional themed garden.

Bringing the less strong up, with nutrition. They’re bringing the ground with the team. Nothing gets left behind. As the ground lift’s,

It spirals with the rooting system attached. The angel’s shine the sun, to lift, the mass of soil.

The ground, shall never be without its beauty. They need one-another, the humbleness of the “grounding”

needs the beauty of the rose garden – they’re as a separate society, within the mass of society.

GMO

New homes become old houses, and through the death of time, become ruins. The skin on the face ages through-out our lives, the skins elasticity becomes lesser. And the sun stops shining where it once had, when the landed needed it to shine most, the sun couldn’t continue heating the land… Humanity couldn’t give it enough gifts, enough respect… It regressed, and turned inwards. But never fully disappeared. like the home that we once stayed. And the sun we once needed, lifeless; within the home, it was cheery, the happiness was quite unmeasurable compare to anything around, but the family was greedy… The parents within the home started to plant unstable corn, for mere profits. and day by day, the daughter had become more sick. She died soon after, the crops were ridden with GMO’s. She contracted cancer, and quickly started to age. Her heart, throughout the months stopped beating a happy rhythm, and it too, seized. and through the much heart break,  eventually one-by-one, the members within the house slowly began to die to off. the youngest parent, lead the sheep within the home to the slaughter…. But still the home stands. mostly, which has become rubble… the sun still shines, however never thru-out the windows of the home, because this home only knows materialistic ways and greedy individuals. the sun, it once loved too much, cared enough for the masses, but the hippy vibes, felt throughout the land, were not enough to support both humanity and the environment, they contradicted each other. So eventually the environment took back everything it allowed… But still their bank account remains large.