There is a basic fact that lies overlooked in our inherent potentials. That glaring face of responsibility on the dual faced coin of our own personal choices.

These choices being the actualized fiber of who we are.

It is the idea that just because we can do something and do so without consequence, does not mean we have to.

This concept in conjuction with life being the main thing I hold sacred combine to allow for my answer to such a question.

Life being sacred means I respect it. I will not take it, and any who have it have my respect inherently; though respect can be lost situationally I grant it initially off the rip.

There have been bad people in my life and many who have harmed and even threatened my very livelihood, but the loss sustained to me through the mistreatment of that which I hold sacred would be a greater cost on my self than Any outsider could ever inflict.

So it is; that given a free pass to end a life, I would not take it; I would decline.

A One Sentence Story:

As she and he whistled

They'd not realized;

It thought they where communicating.

And the mountains

In their misted majesty

Lay bathed in golden shine.

Silhouetted Dark masses forming waves ore the horizon

Bright strikes of light patching through tree leaves

Only made quiet as our altitudes increasing

Weaving through these mountain tops.

Time could stop

And I'd be happy.

Just knowing this;

I feel lucky

And the mountains

In their misted majesty

Lay bathed in golden shine.

Silhouetted Dark masses forming waves ore the horizon

Bright strikes of light patching through tree leaves

Only made quiet as our altitudes increasing

Weaving through these mountain tops.

Time could stop

And I'd be happy.

Just knowing this;

I feel lucky.

Precious and raw.

Our verbs don't know time.

Our usage sees its faces,

And it's at these times,

In the written pages poets get to work.

Verbiage fueling the continuity of our very existence.

It's with Each word

There is received a flow of content, and meaning,

seeding all the things

that matter to us ultimately.

This highest of purposes dealt through poetry and verse.

Be it a curse, a blessing, a charm or a lesson.

Poets guide humanity through our conscious progression,

As with our words we reach out

and with our meanings we reach in

Forming an understanding within.

Reading to feed life and

to Give.

Writing just to feel something

That we need to live.

So long on this wrenched road I've walk

Pains gone from the shards of glass and bits of metal in my feet

And the pinch and pull of rips from movement barely register from the dried patches of deep red scabs all over me.

.

To call numb a feeling is ironic

Irony having lost its comedic glow

From ironic to being "just how things go".

I've emboded failure and tasted regret

But that taste left in my mouth

Is washed away by cigarettes

Exhaling into the vacuum packed atmosphere.

A stinging twinge with a dawning thought that dances near my anterior mind.

That love and joy and life divine are lost to me in my mental fortress and isolating mental autonomy.

I owe life an apology.

I'm not what is expected.

You'll be fine; this too shall pass.

Living up to expectations.

Top of my class.

Reproductive

Married

Calm

Reassured

Resolute

Empathetic

Confident or

Insecure.

As charming as Entertainment

Boring to a Tee.

What you get is just a part

That makes the sum of me.

| Birth |

A new horizon.

A miracle arisen.

From the Dark form springs.

|Growth|

Multiplicitous

Size shape height weight change

The body and brain.

|Development |

What life is meant for.

Clutching moments place in space.

Reaching out to live.

|Aging |

It is a as the tide.

Waning moon and suns gone by.

Through this life we pace.

|Death|

Deaths the guarantee

Bringing life's sacred value

Last beginning faced.

It was the bang that laid out this path.

Lovers more star crossed than

Any love past.

Sir Ur (our earth)

And lady moon

did swoon so!

This took place

In the hollow vacuum of space;

but it is that the gravity of the situation made it so

these two celestial Spheres

love affairs could never be.

So; Sir Ur

filled up with tears.

They swell when she is near.

Close, but

always too far to touch.

So it is so that

our Earth must

(try as it might),

Attempt to catch

the path of her flight.

Hoping against all reason

to bring them together

evermore.

It is as he weeps

That rain pours.

Waves will crash

on distant shores,

all while the

wind speaks the pained shrieks

of the fight.

This is why

every night

The lonely Lady moon comes.

Yet

(try as she might)

she too fails the plight

Never to reach

Her Sir Ur.

Like a siren to

Our world;

Her amorè.

It is

the thrashing tides

Who keep the score,

And their woes whisper in the wind.

That's the real question.

When seen; the lifeless laid there.

Is Nature to blame?

TheEnd