D on't R emember (yo) U r dis G uise S

Another soul, another soul
that never got the chance to grow.

When will we learn,
when will we KNOW
what we see
as fun,
as an escape,
to ease,
forget,
or erase
the pain;
we try to maximize the pleasure
though it only lasts for so many hours;
IT'S JUST NOT THE ANSWER.

We place a ticking bomb into our bodies,
detonate it,
and then

expect it not to explode.
All the while,
we willingly put our own minds into a mental confinery.
That's not the way

our minds are supposed to be FREE.

And I wonder:
just how much of my own brain and life have I severed?
Just how much of yours
DO YOU STILL NEED TO??
in order to give your life a thrill

that you can measure.

Will we,
CAN WE,
EVER set aside the INSANE
and let LIFE,
INSTEAD OF STRIFE,
flow through our veins for a change?
Will we ever get through the pain enough to realize
*LIFE IS A GAIN

INSTEAD OF A GAME?*
Or has the world completely lost its aim?
The events keep happening
and although

we claim

we're screaming
"CHANGE",
we walk around,

everyday,

JUST THE SAME.

It's not "the thought that counts"
if you never

***follow through with what you set out to do.***
And when you ACTUALLY TRY
you might BE SURPRISED
that your mind wasn't just speaking another lie.

Memories,
HONEST LIVING,
will melt like snow when we refuse to

let go of our

addictions, insecurities,
COMFORT ZONES WE WERE

DESTINED TO OUTGROW.
Learn to dwell and be alive in the natural beauty of life's show.
Grow, growing, growth

only comes from

learning and then letting go.

Let go before it let's you go;
Winter never glows forever
because Spring comes to melt her snow;
she knows

there is a time for
LETTING GO
and a time for
LETTING LIFE GROW:

"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to BE BORN and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to TEAR DOWN and a time TO BUILD,
a time to WEEP and a time to LAUGH,
a time to MOURN and a time to DANCE,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to EMBRACE and a time to REFRAIN,
a time to SEARCH and a time to GIVE UP,
a time to KEEP and a time to THROW AWAY,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
A TIME TO LOVE & A TIME TO HATE,
A TIME FOR WAR & A TIME FOR PEACE."

(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

It's not recreation if it's a daily obsession;
you don't have a hold of it if you still long to do it;
there's no stopping if it's all ready once overpowered.

Doing it once drains into doing it now and tomorrow;

then you realize you're doing it forever.

The answer has to be NEVER.

Does it matter if it's a stranger?
Your own mother
your own father,
a brother, sister
a lover,
a friend
or a follower?
It's still a life that went unlived.
It's still a person that

had every potential to give.
We attach meanings to one another
because we play significant roles
created by the labels we perform.
But your life is just as

valuable as the next person's.
And just because it wasn't
YOUR friend,
father,
sister,
lover,
or brother,
doesn't mean it wasn't SOMEONE'S
and

doesn't mean it COULDN'T HAVE BEEN...

There must be a time for being foolish
but only if you learn that,
in time,
you have to become clever...

I want to know you
and
I want to know you BEFORE
you have the opportunity

to let something unnatural

change the real, natural you.
I believe in you as you should believe in your own true Self, too.
Never let that innocent childlike self go
for the "thrills" you MIGHT find in this world.
It's not worth it;
nothing is worth more than your soul or your Self.




R.I.P.
Steve Salvador.
Kevin Campbell.
the friends that STILL choose to walk that path.
and all the strangers I never even got to know
who never even got to know their true selves
without the drugs this world created to sell.

Our souls are worth more than materialistic money you stick into your bank accounts.
Our lives are priceless,
PRECIOUS
and people should
see,
understand,
and EMBRACE that before it's too late.