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     Stan (The Man) Lee, there is very rare a few as he that has touched as many people around the world. Billions of hearts are breaking at what we have lost because this man gave us so much! I don’t feel the need to go on about all he’s done in his life. We all know what he’s done. I do feel the need to say thank you. Thank you to our hero behind the heroes. That taught us right and wrong is not always black and white, that lot of the times it is gray and messy and human. Thank you to the man that taught us we can swing high when we have troubles, channel our rage, deal with out deep issues, follow our hearts, work our hea

     There it was. that tightness in the chest as my heart felt like it was going to either squeeze it's self to death or explodes. The invisible fist in the gut, the dread. The feeling of tripping with no footing under to catch me, and most of all the sheer heaviness of my body suddenly feeling like the weight of the world had been added to it, anxiety. God, how I hated it, every time anything happened it did this. Suddenly I felt my lungs taking in less oxygen and my breathing increased quickly to try not to lose air.     "Stop overreacting this is stupid and pointless." one of my friends told me.     "Seriously, you just need to chill."

All the world begs for love eternal but are to busy to see why it is usually infertile.  It's not about the fancy present or the grand gestures to love represent. It is about the little things, the attention given happy and undivided. The hugs from behind that makes the heart jump. The text to say you miss them just to get over the midday hump. The sound of your voice ecstatic when they call. The kiss on the forehead that says I treasure you above all. The dance in the kitchen in sweatpants and slippers. Being yourselves with each other even if you are weirdos that love kippers. Being kind instead of knowing it all and getting them refreshm

I'm dancing alone in my mind and I dislike the person it does define. I am lost in spirit and in soul because my mind makes me pay the toll. I reach through my darkness for your light but run into a closed door in which to open I must fight. My words they fall on deaf ears until the more gentle speaking my same fears. So in the darkness and chaos I stand screaming crying for your mind because my heart in rejection keeps reaming.

Life, in the past and present so droll, left a bitter taste to my soul. The flavor of rejection and neglect and making my despair whole. Lo, in death I beseech, the recompense for my eyes and heart have withered since. Lead not thy lies upon my throne for I will engrave them on my tombstone. In death, as in life, tormented in strife I will claim my place in your life. Every glance you take it will in mourning your soul fragments make. Realization comes to late, for you only now, to question my fate. Down upon your sorrow my hope for redemption comes on the marrow. Sense the despair from my grave, the darkness to me you gave. Lay thy hand on

I am an amalgamation of desire and demands draining your patients at every turn. When you are distant and a challenge, your attention I do yearn. Bear with me as I do you, for what we have is true. The nights are long the mornings rough the afternoons I just want you. We are driven by compassion, caringness, and love; we dance in mind and heart to dwell not with the populace but above. Into your arms, I will always beg to be, for you are what it is to me to be truly free. In wonderful splendor of your mind, I can leave this grievous world behind. I dance in yours as you do mine, and in this, I do come from the creative vine. You are the ai

Fall in Love...even if it hurts, even if you know they can never love you back, because falling that deep...there is nothing like it. No other emotion gives meaning to life because love contains all that is emotional. Fear, anger, joy, courage, happiness, sadness, loneliness, contentment, and so very many more all stem from love. So, always love, even if it feels the cost of your soul; there truly is no greater thing.

In the moment I am vexed. Oh fate, why do you block serendipitous Destiny in all her efforts to free my soul? I am but plucked from the sky by the contempt of your jealousy of her progress in my flight. She gave me wings to sore and be free but you have clipped them in ways most begrudgingly. I was a bird free and happy singing a song of sweet melodic enjoyment. Now thy sting has clipped my wings. Throwing me into the cage that is life, staring out the window of what if I sing the song of why me. No longer a free bird I am caged! Caged by rage and happenstance, the melancholy song of my complacency grows to one of rage and determination. Oh F

Upon the heart one doth inpart a stress most cumbersome to start. Love, life, regret, and joy pull the strings like a child's toy. So to dance in greif and pain we swear from love to refrain. So the while the soul doth crave the the joyous hapenstance of the fleeting passion we call romance. Do love be tender and love be sweet or there my heart will be buried beyond the bricks of the painful street.

Within the mind rages the old brain and new brain. One of logical and the other of emotional means constrained. In the balance of life a day these two minds battle away. Where they stop no one knows but it certainly causes all woes. For the heart and mind are forever intertwined searching for a way to leave reality behind. So scoff and cuss and make a fuss but never doubt the passion of the battle intertwined.