  Hey guys,  It's late.  So I am tired,  and my writing isn't that good.  I apologize if I return to unstructured,  horrible poetry,
 but for now,  at this time,  with this ammount of energy,  it is the best I can do.  Enjoi.  a dream deferred a life lost how does one who has never been love pain convinces existence of its existence forget sorrow parting is just sweet maybe the whoring wasn’
t so subtle why save a body when so many have rushed to pimp the soul who knew that blood and salt water could form such indestructible links no magician’ s trick to simply,  subtly separate chains beget chains and those who most crave freedom suddenly find themselves begging to be bound the new software came out yesterday it’ s already obsolete upgrading is impossible for sale bargain prices last year’ s model slightly worse for the wear not so user friendly but unprecedented in reliability remnants for sale,  remnants for sale doesn’
t anybody want these remnants for sale?  never again is so short lived discount rates for round trip tickets when hurt is your oldest friend why make new ones?  In conclusion,  I guess that went longer then I expected it too.  Seeing as I dont really understand the bottom line,  or the backround message if you will,
 I really do not believe that the reader will understand my emotion portrayed in this piece as well.  But ofcourse,  some of you know me better then I even know myself.  And Sometimes that is deadly.  When you know love that's all you want Love can be so divine,  It can make you cry,
 It can make you scream,  it can make you smile,  Its like an ocean either rocking you to sleep or grabbing you pulling you to the bottom,  drowning you slowly,  overwhelming you with water and emotions until you suffocate,  Love is confusing as the skies turning blue to gray in such short time,
 as short as the day and night.  Thundering among us in our security of homes,  leaping into the tears,  Dying in a drought,  Falling from above only to crash,  Crash so hard you shatter among the dust and ash,
 crying sending up another storm of memories,  hopes,  dreams,  life.  The grass so green,  the sky so blue,
 and all changing,  oceans among oceans,  seas among seas searching for them Searching for that one,  that one in which will keep my skies blue and leave my ocean beautiful,  instead of eating it apart.  Pulling things from the ground as if never alive.
 With death comes life.  With life comes death.  And with both brings hurt.  Calling on those you depend on,  Falling,  but pulling back,
 so hard so swift,  Love is a hurt unbearable to those keepers,  The keepers of the stars and heavens cannot even control such a thing,  In eyes so deep,  Getting lost so down deep,  As a forest getting lost in the darkness as the sunsets,
 ending everything,  ending the life of the day bringing on the night life,  in which surrounds you in insecurity,  Wanting wishing for the light again like love,  Wanting that feeling so badly that only the thoughts are of that.  Dreams among dreams of that one face,
 The one you know that you want to be yours always and forever,  to live the dream you felt you would never live.  The unliveable but so thinkable life.  The tears are for them,  the ocean controlled by them,  swarming above a storm,
 or a clear sky,  The controls are with you,  My heart is with you like the oceans and sky.  I hope this isnt too personal for your liking.  And for the record i also hope that it is not taking the wrong way,  or else I'm in shit.
 So on to other business.  Names.  Names are important.  I have just completely a whole theory on how important and devine names can actually be.  How do you name emotion?  To me,
 some,  not all,  but some of my poetry is pure emotion.  Some poetry that I even place on this site is simply emotion that is expressed through words.  So,  with that,
 how do you give a name,  or title a poem?  I find this difficult simply because the name or title of the emotion is simply already there.  The name or title is the words in which compose the piece of art.  Anyway,  that is my biggest though for tonight.
 Here is one poem that i have pre- wrote and you may enjoi at your leisure.  I want to change the rules.  Instead of fifteen minutes of fame,  It should be fifteen minutes of love.  Everyone is entitled to fifteen minutes Of pure,
 uncensored,  unbridled love.  Fifteen minutes -  fifteen minutes of blindness,  Overwhelmed with bliss,  For fifteen minutes -
 For fifteen minutes nothing else matters.  Love matters.  If everyone got it -  Everyone would get it.  Just fifteen minutes -  Who needs fame anyway?
 G' Night reader.  PS -  I supose the title lied.
