The Creation

A life is born. In the blink of an eye you go from 
being inside a body into the world. What a transition.

You come out screaming and crying, catching

Your first breath, yearning to survive.

Another environment, you are scared and aggravated.

You went from being comfortable to being annoyed.

Your mother's womb surrounds and caresses you.

Then suddenly you are pushed out into the unknown.

You cant comprehend it. You can't think for yourself.

You have no memory and no thoughts.

Everything is blank. You can't even open your eyes.

Closed to it all. You're too busy trying to live.

Eventually your mother holds you and you settle down.

Then you feel loved. You start to feel at home.

Then your eyes begin to open for the first time.

What a sight! Your first look at life. Incredible!

This is just the beginning, you have a whole life ahead of you 

Chief

God's Son

Each and every day the sun is present

It is the center of our universe, everything powers off of it

Everything revolves around it 

without it we wouldn't be able to survive

It is at the center, the center of our universe

A distant lover, far away, but strong enough to be felt

Far enough to where we won't get burned

Brighter than anything you could imagine

It gives us light and it gives us life

It gives our planet the opportunity to breathe

It gives us oxygen, It gives us food

Without the sun the universe would be desolate

That's not to say its perfect

It has flaws just like we as humans do

Sun spots show off it's blemishes

Scarred through the long journey of life

Nevertheless, it shows it's face every morning

It's natural beauty can blind you if you stare

You must appreciate it from afar, its rays will still reach you

It's personality radiates throughout the sky

Everyday it wakes up and goes to bed like us

A continuous cycle, and what goes up must come down

But as with everything, it has a beginning and end

That's just the way it is, the way life was meant to be

The Man in the Moon

Nighttime hits, yet the sky still shines

An all too familiar face lights up the night

He comes in full, halves, and quarters

He makes the night light, and creates night life

A whole other environment, one that thrives

Living, but also mysterious, nocturnal way of life

He orbits earth and creates contrast between day and night

His gravitational pull is felt

He keeps us grounded, he keeps bodies of water at bay

He keeps the tide down and brings the tide up

He can also affect the weather, if not for him

It could mean devastation on earth

He is full of life from afar, on the surface, a different story

Craters on his face from impact, permanently damaged

His exterior is barren, no room to breathe

Nothing can survive among his presence

His demeanor is all too silent, He doesn't speak

No one can hear him, his emotions empty

Deaf to everything, he comes off as eerie

But I guess there are two sides to everyone

Faces

The Mind

The mind is so complex, it is an operating system

A network of ideas and feelings like the world wide web

Or like the web of a spider that catches food for fuel

There is so much information to take into consideration

Like a grid or a graph of thoughts and you plot your points

A circuit board of electricity connected together 

Used to power its purpose

A flow of both positive and negative charges

A field of positive and negative emotions

Sometimes confusing, you can easily be distracted

Difficult to understand, it is an equation

One that I'm interested in figuring out

Amused by its capability, it keeps me busy

So involved, I want to learn every aspect about it

Tackle every obstacle that comes into view

It is a chase to find a way through the maze of the mind

A puzzle without all of the pieces given to you

An experiment with many different variables

There are no instructions on how to use your device

You must learn it all on your own

Skin

Skin is a timeline, skin tells a story

Skin reads in fine lines, skin sometimes is derogatory

Skin has a texture, Skin has a toughness

Skin has a measure, Skin has a roughness

Skin has feeling, Skin has emotion

Skin is left peeling, Skin is so potent

To the touch, from the hot to the cold

To the pressure and the vibrations of its mold

Built to take damage, built for wear and tear

Scars show the pain that is left to remain

Permanently stained, one never the same

Distinct to its guilt, passion, or shame

Skin is protection through each one of its layers

Deep, a natural shield, one that we all wield

Although not indestructible, it will always heal

Skin takes a journey, one we all must feel

Tiki