If the Stars Are Art

If the stars are art,

Then breathe.

If they are not,

You desire to leave.

Oh but it is so hard

To breathe in sync with the Earth

When her face is scarred

When soon every soul will indeed leave Her.

One cannot be at peace within themselves

When the Earth is dying within itself.

Oh but life is so hard,

But if the stars are art,

Then do not allow yourself to be torn apart.

If it is hard to see the stars

If they are blocked by smog in the skies

Or the smog within your heart

Then unto a different light may you open your eyes.

For the stars, they may blind,

Anyway

What blinds, binds

In some way

Where is it that you go away?

When your mind and spirit break?

Where are you when all of you drifts astray?

And when you break, child,

Does it show that your spirit has gone wild?

In grief

In sorrow

When there is no relief

Or sacred time to borrow

The agony, you must grieve alone

The pain, you must swallow

No help when hidden,

No help when shown

You must grieve in silence

You must grieve alone

Time does sway us,

But our heart replenishes us,

Our mind will betray

But some will be saved

Will any be saved in the time

It takes me to develop this rhyme?

Will any near or far

Find art in the stars reality has drifted apart?

Eons go by

The years pass on

Trillions of eyes cry

When will those who hurt be gone?

The sorrow in We,

The sorrow You,

The Art in We,

The mind in You.

Where joyfulness

And glee exist

Is where I want us All to be

Pain is healthy,

But only to the extent where reality is seen.

Any further and forever the soul will scream.

Some believe,

Ay they will attest it true,

Life is only a dream,

Where monsters eat you.

Life is no fantasy,

Created in the mind of some cruel deity

It is indeed, oh my fellow children, a true, a cruel, reality

A true, a cruel, reality

We must find joy in the mist

It's not purity

Seek what is missed

You may find it eventually

When the Heartbeat stops,

The flow of Life drops.

Perhaps it will occur again another day.

The universe,

The Earth,

Everyone,

Down to only one

We may cease to exist

But may it be true that life will reoccur

Persist

Part 2

When the flow of life drops

The heart beat stops

But maybe it will occur again

Even with what has already been.

Here I am at 12:41

Writing now what has already been done.

The new, just begun

Indeed, has already been done