the sky is falling

                                               the sun sets in the west, the climactic ending of another earth day, the glow of the caramel sky settling on the clouds giving them the characteristic of a golden marshmallow floating in a blue oasis of air. each blade of grass glistening in its place, shuttering at the slightest breeze, its feeble limber structure dancing a complex tango with the wind, such a beauty as the sun rests its weary head down on the fiery horizon to the west, a delicacy the sight of this glorious event all to often taken for granted. a shame the average man cant stop to feel this phenomenon, this common cycle, this God created affair with earth, sky, and sun. as this this star falls to position of disappearance an new stage unfolds in its absence, night. as the burning light dims with its last spark of glory finally dies not even an ember, the midnight sun takes its place in this new feat, night. as we lay dormant in slumber a world breathes life, a nocturnal atmosphere flows into the earth. as the sky blackens it lights up a silver glimmer, a faint trickle of light sheds to earth, bleeding the ground white with light almost invisible to the eye not properly adjusted to night, the animal life all to different than the previous hours, the frogs and crickets more present, the cats of the neighborhood creeping through the grass, their eyes shining through the night, with a feeling of safe and security while the dogs and children are fast asleep. the clouds no longer a gold tone but a silvery ash floating with the moon, a backdrop for the stage, the second set for the never ending play of life. and alas the stars fall to place in the sky giving light to the animals giving chase to another, the birds of night preying on young carless rodents and bugs. but as these stars fall to place a new detail formed to the sky, the glow like the twinkle of an eye, spreading accross the galaxies, from big unto small the variety of these stars, stationary to zipping from sky to space, never stopping, a ball of motion never ceasing, passing by all the wonders, clouds of dust and star stretching abroad, each star burst making a path, the milky way gently rolling about space while the nebulas gather more dust. the rain of comets giving the notion of the sky falling. but the moments never last as the sky drains of black and the new sun sparks a breathe of light into the sky, the fading black sky kissing the earth with new light in its place, the grass glistens of the dew gently flowing down the spine of grass, a blood red glow burning the sky up, morning has come, but night never fades, somewhere around the earth...night begins its cycle a new..

taking my world back

                                                 this song doesnt have much to do with the blog
                                                itd fit well:)
these past years have swept by like nascars on the track, fast, unrelenting, sweet in victory, bitter in defeat, but no matter what, no matter how fast your going, what happens, you cant stop, or you get smashed into at a hundred an ten but some other person who cant stop either, but you cant slow down. today i was riding home after band camp, all pumped up by the songs we were playing and our progress and what we could achieve, but as we were riding home i looked out the window, and my phsyched out mentality died with each blink spent staring out the window watchhing the sun slowly but surely settle down creating a bronze glow slipping through the trees with a bright green luster accenting the glow, watching the corn stiffly dance with the wind in a duet so sophisticatedly simple yet wonderously beautiful that the green from the corn seemed to flow out of the plant and linger about the air in such violent grace. something that always amazes me is grass, so feeble and weak to the touch, but it can last through storms as powerful as tornadoes and hurricanes, while most people are cowering under their bedsheeets praying that the storm will pass, but the grass and other natures are toughing it out, it reminds me that life can be tough as steel yet as soft as lamb fur, strength in the weak, it takes me back through the last few years when i truly discovered the world in a whole new eye, i was getting prepared to write my first middle school essay, we were going to write a paper about our favorite place, and i chose to write about one of my all time number one child memory, the trails of rifle falls state park in the middle of the rocky mountains, one of the highest places in america, where birds fly almost ground level just so they can get the air they need, but while writing this paper i really discovered what the world is, its ours, its what we make it, and im taking back what mine used to be, back when i was real with the world, back when i was zen with everything, back when i knew what i needed to know, but as i grew i learned more and more, changing along with the world, my pattern shifting like a fault line in the earth in an earth quake. i found that life is a delicate bomb, soft steel, a contradiction, a simple maze, a wonderful tragedy, its one thing that it isnt the next moment, a beautiful unfolding one minute, and then a tragedy closing the curtains in the next set, the world is ours, its what we make it, and im making it mine, what will you make it?