By Virtue of the Hero

Morality. Integrity. Respect.


I pick all virtues to uphold.

Life has no purpose but what you give it.

Everyone dies. Few choose to die for their belief.

There is no greater honour; there is no passion,

If dedication to a cause is nonexistent.



Law. Selfishness. Prejudice.

Rapists, paedophiles live in freedom.

Integrity is slaughtered by evil.

Government pillage the country with unjust rulings.

Schools are run by tyrannical egotists.

Those who stand for virtue and respect are criminals.



Change is imminent.

The straw who stands alone is broken.

But there is strength in numbers.

Blood, sweat and tears will bring success.

Time has proven the process of change.

We must be willing to accept our call.



Heros. Rebels. Leaders of Change.

Self-Discovery comes from trials and struggles.

Nothing is worth having unless it is worth earning.

No matter who you are, one time in your life there is a decision to make.

There is a time when no one can stand back and say they don’t care.

Follower or Leader. Choose which side you are on –for soon you may die.



Life was created for experience.

Life can be felt, tasted, smelt, seen, and heard.

I choose to live life, not to have life live me.

I choose to stand and be counted; I will not ever back down.

I stand tall, confident and courageous.

I smile with the gun to my head and know I lived a full, true life.



My body may be broken and murdered, my spirit crushed, my will gone;

But I will always have my soul. My innermost being can NEVER be destroyed.

So degrade me, terrify me, berate me, and kill me.

But no matter what, you will never defeat me.

Losing is but a word, a figment of one’s imagination.

The one who thinks they are defeated, have lost themselves.



Normality is true insanity.

Free thinkers are normal; those who say we should be all alike are insane.

Open minds to the unknown bring knowledge and understanding.

Ignorance breeds bias and hatred.

True equality can only exist where respect and all the Virtues have been cultivated.

Slavery lives on in the minds and hearts of power - driven cowards.



Supernatural. Natural. Universal. Unknown.

Belief in the supernatural exists when you believe truly in nature.

The galaxies spread out in a dance that is incomprehensible.

The known world prepares one for the realm of the invisible and unknown.

Imagination is not fiction, it is a knowledge of the unaccounted for dimensions.

Reality is imagined, and your dreams are real. So wake up! Get up and face Life!

The Girl in the White Lace

Dancing by the light of the fireflies,

She don't care because no one is looking.

No music, but what's in her heart.

No steps, but what she imagines.

Keeping her dreams alive.

The littlest things make her happy,

Maybe it's even the starlight.

She sings to herself, a song nobody knows.

It is hers to know, hers to keep.

It is hers to love, hers to cherish.

A melody created in her heart.

Her voice, by the wind, is swirled away.

The trees seem to bend and listen.

She don't care 'cause no one is listening.

Her footsteps are light and carefree.

Her feet travel quickly, as if she isn't even there.

Her dress swishes around her.

Its gentle arms surround and caress her body.

She feels like a stranger in a new world.

If someone could see her, they'd swear that she glows.

She is a visitor in our earthly realm.

Alone and Standing on the Edge of the Cliff

Fighting back the tears.
Staring out into the night sky.
Wondering why, how . . .
Wondering who Iam, what I stand for.

Running alone down the street.
Tripping over loose stones and crying.
Wondering how I got here.
Why do I do these things?

Sitting alone, in the dark, at the end of an alleyway.
Realizing I'm worth more than this, but not caring.
Wondering why I don't care, why should I care, how can I care.
Who am I really?

Fighting the pain.
The pain of being victimized, of being bullied.
Wondering how to survive.
Wondering whether to let it go on or whether to stop being a victim.

Now she's sitting alone on the edge of a cliff.
She's listening to Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out."
Wondering whether to go on.
Wondering if it would be worth it to live, to survive.

She's standing on the edge, face to the wind.
The music is pounding. Her head is aching. Her heart is breaking.
Wondering whether to die.
Wondering whether to end it all, to commit suicide - to jump.

Falling . . . Screaming . . . Music pounding . . . She dies.
Sirens . . . Crying . . . Funeral . . . Burial . . . She's gone FOREVER.