What would life be like without a moon?

Well, the earth would burn up and explode like a balloon

Could never make love on a full moon

Songs of the moon would be out of tune

 How could the surfers ride their waves?

They would be lost in deep dark caves

Only werewolves would love this day

Unless your Jacob who would be Edward’s prey

 Who would care if you were the first man on the moon

When you have to survive on a dried up dune

There would be no night

Just 24 hours of daylight

 Shamu would be boiled in water

And the day would just get even hotter

We would spin all around like a merry go round

There is no more gravitational pull to hold us down

 Life wouldn’t be the same without a moon

We would hate our life really soon

So I advise you to go outside and be thankful that we have a moon

If we live alone
We will surely die alone
But when we live with the ones we love
Death will be nothing but a little shove
I tell you my son, do not die alone
Let your sympathy be shown
The young man gripping his fathers poor wildering hands had surely grown
Use to be such a young boy that would mischievously prone
Memories of his past flashing in his mind
Knowing that he was ready to leave this world behind
The clock was ticking and he was running out of time
This was his last branch that he could possibly climb
Before he could see the last sunset shine
But he knew that he would be just fine
His concern was the man on the other side
Who was all alone and had no one by his side
Not one human being was there for him if he died
Put him to tears to see another man have such a harsh ride
That inspired him to ask his son for a favor while he was still alive
Explaining how he would more likely not survive
So he better let everything out before he said his last good bye
To go give the other sick man something he did not have, someone to be by his side
That there would be nothing to hide
To not die alone
To let his sympathy be shown
Because no one should have to die alone

What is this thin air that we breath?

Why is the sky above and the ground beneath?

Where do we find peace?

When do we cease?

And who do we believe?

Are we too niave

To understand the what, why, where, when, and who

Questions unanswered, not just one, not even a few

Brings us to the question on who do we ask?

Should we become valnuarable like a thin piece of glass?

Or should we even question those we consider wise?

How do we know the difference between the truths from the lies?

That puts us to our conclusion on who do we believe?

Why do we believe?

Where should we feel comfortable to believe?

When would it be a good time to believe?

And the final question is do you believe?

Why do my hands shake when I look up at your eyes?

Why is it so hard to claim you as my prize?

Why do these nerves hold me back?

Why can’t I keep my mind on track?

Why do my hands get all clammy?

It’s like I won a Grammy

But can’t claim my prize

Because I’m afraid that they will despise

Me for who I am

That I’m not a man

Who’s not part of their plan

Not knowing what to say

That I begin to stray

Scared of rejection

Not knowing that it’s just a deception

Poisoned in my head from keeping me from going into the right direction

From showing my true affection

She’s sitting there open for me to claim

All I have to do is be a man and call out her name

And spark up a flame

Because love may be at first shy

All I have to do is get out of my comfort zone and at least try

Because you’ll never know that this might be your last goodbye

What was once a dream

Now is a scheme

Brainwashed by this poisonous snake

Lingers in our mind with temptations that we wish to not take

Reality becomes fake

What decisions should I make?

Should I choose the path that is so tempting but could end up with a terrible price?

Or choose the path that isn’t so popular in this culture but end up knowing that my life was suffice?

I’m a lost bird that can’t find its way home

Desperate for anything that I begin to roam

All I need is some advice

From someone that is enduringly wise

That can mentor me towards my future

I’m like a missing ingredient from a cake mixture

It may seem quite delicious

But once a taste of this deceitful product you become suspicious

That something about this isn’t quite right

That we need to stop living in the dark and finally turn on the light

To learn from our mistake

So that we can finally become a tasteful cake

That is not fake

That took its time and effort to bake

What was once a dream

Is now not a scheme

Just a new perspective in life

I wish I had a watch that could turn back time

From every crime

From every bitter sour lime

From every filthy grime

So that no evidence is laid down on the table

That the past would just be a fable

No worries

No hurries

No regrets

No threats

Man, life would be so good if I could turn back time

But the number one prime

That I regret

Is not spending time with the ones that love me the most

Instead I would be all upset

And would walk past them like they were a ghost

But I cant change the past

Just got to enjoy the life I have as long as it lasts

I’m just glad that I can live in this time

And thats the conclusion of this rhyme

Thanks for taking your time to read this rhyme

A rose

A rose

How beautiful it grows

It shows

It shows

How love goes

It defines love

Like peace is defined as a dove

A rose may be fragile at first

But when it is handled with love and care; it will never be at thirst

How easily each petal can whither and die

Shows us how much time we have left together before we say goodbye

And thats why you’re the woman that I chose

To become my beautiful rose

And thats how life shows

How love grows and goes

Hey everyone how is life?

Life is like a butter knife

You spread the butter in every hole

Every hole represents every goal

Sometimes we put too much butter

Taste like crap from the gutter

That’s when we try too hard

That’s when our emotions get too scarred

Because we left our mind off guard

From the things that really matter

Not being able to finish climbing up that ladder

Then there’s sometimes when we put too little butter

That’s when our heart starts to flutter

Tastes all crusty and dry

That’s the point in our life when we start to cry

Because we are so depressed that we want to die

We’re like a bird with broken wings that can’t fly

Then finally we spread our butter just right

That’s when we finally see the light

That’s when our heart pumps with all this might

That’s when we can fly like a kite

That’s when we love life

Because life is like a butter knife

So now tell me hows life?