A mother's tale is told by a lot, from the strong love given to her children she has beared, to the tools needed for them to succeed in life. A mother's touch is the told by the actions she gives to her children, advice and support through anything they desire to be in life, and if mistakes are made, lessons are taught and the education process begins from the mother to the child so that those mistakes dont repeat themselves. If you have a mother that is willing to go through great lengths to keep you grounded, to support you and build you up, cherish her to the fullest, for they are your heart and angel of benevolence. Take care of your mothers as they have done the same for you as you grew into the symbol of greatness that they have always saw in you, and the reward is life long in eternal happiness exchanged from her to you.

Through Hell & Back

Have you ever felt like
Your life is wasting away?
You quest for achievement would be
Brought to a screeching halt?
Thats there are demons running loose
Inside your head?
Then, you find yourself succumbing
To the chasm of darkness,
With no way out,
Battling yourself mentally,
Fighting through hell & back,
Taking it's toll on your mind.
But you find yourself
Extinguishing the demons that've once plagued
Your mind,
Your body,
Your every waking motion.
As fatigue makes appearance on your body,
You'll find yourself cleansed of
The creatures of darkness, for now.
As you stand tall,
With a new leash on life,
You now wonder
Can the same fate be prevented again?
Only if your will is strong enough,
You'll be able to chase the demons
Out of your head....For Good!!!!

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Cold as the white snow,
Mind clouded with thunder of doubt,
The soul succumbing to
The quicksand of despair,
The heart struggles to breathe life,
Yet its pulse grows fainter.
The warrior collapses,
Nearly lifeless,
Rain of sorrow,
Coming down hard on his skin,
The heart becomes fainter and fainter,
Slowly bleeding out the very ounce
Of life left in it.
The warrior slowly fading,
But before he does,
A glimmer of light appears out of nowhere,
Holds the warrior up,
Takes his hand,
And restored the life back
Into the heart,
The soul breathing mist into the lungs
The spirit nearly alive again,
And the warrior stands tall:
Rebuilt, Revitalized, and Reborn.
No grave can hold this vessel down,
For he is the last assassin,
The last outlaw,
And the last ray of hope.