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Lion of my DreamsI saw a little black kitty today and in the spirit of Halloween, I thought there might be a witch nearby. Laughing to myself, shaking my head, I just kept walking to my house where I knew my kitten was waiting for me. Fur of black, just like midnight, with a pale white stripe, as white as the moon, going down the back and covering the paws...it came up to me and purred like an engine. I picked it up and cuddled it so, but felt something really off. The next thing I knew, in my arms, wasn't a kitten at all...it was a spider. I yelled from fright, dropped it and moved back, only to have the blasted thing chase me. You better bet your bottom dollar I took off running then and just kept running....out of the house, down the street, around the corner, and then down another street. That's when I decided to stop, trying to catch my breath, but then I heard something. Looking up with a sharp movement of my head, I noticed I had run straight into an alley way. Dark it was, ever so dark that
Realm of SleepHave you ever been taken within the arms of sleep,
Your body ever so tired, exhausted, and weary,
Ableto pass quickly through the gates of dreams,
So taken by the weight of your slumber so deep,
Thinking that you'll never again wake up to reality,
Because within the world of hopes and dreams,
Things seem to be okay, to be at peace,
Such a tempting idea, such a tempting treat,
To never wake up, to stay within the realm of sleep.
ImportanceWhat is there to do when everything seems to be crashing upon you in never ending waves of stress and struggle?
What is there to try when all efforts at anything seem to fail before things are started, before they are even put into place?
What is there to possibly think when each and every thought seems to be nothing more than a silly notion?
And, what is there to ever say when each and ever word is neither heard nor listened to?
Nothing can be done when each wave has more force and impact than the body can handle.
Nothing can be tired, for the efforts clearly aren't enough and only seem to be a waste of time.
Nothing should be thought, or rather, each of those thoughts should be kept within and hidden away from the opinions of others.
Nothing could possibly be said for the words would only fall upon deaf ears.
No no no...
Even though struggle may exist within each path you try and take, there is always something to learn from the struggle itself....t
Through every stage in life, tThrough every stage in life, things always seem to backfire.
They always have that option to go completely wrong one way or another.
To open up one door is to close the other, leaving things behind.
But when things take a turn for the worst, there is no rewinding of time.
What's done is done, what's been said cannot be taken back or ever forgotten.
Perhaps, it can be let go, but most hold it inside, leaving it to become rotten.
Guards get let down, hopes are boosted too high, and dreams become too big.
But life always finds a way to tear them apart as if they never existed.
Then again, there is a bright side that many just do not ever see.
For them, it's more of a struggle to reach the end of THAT journey.
Even so, there's always going to be up's and down's to everything....
How many there are just depends on how one chooses to write their story.
Always The ServantA healer, despite their powers, is never seen as a grand wizard.
Just as a king or queen is never seen in the body of a servant.
To Love and CareTo love and to care for someone is to worry about them on a daily basis whether or not that worry is known by them. To love and to care for someone is to twist and bend til each party is sore from fighting and stress. But really, when nothing seems to really get through all that much...when is the right time to let that person be and just...slowly start learning to let them go? Perhaps, never, for the heart never really lets people go or lets that care for the other person fade away completely. Even if we try as hard as possible to make it all disappear, move away, never see that face again...eventually it'll strike you once more from a passing glance of them...all the memories and emotions draw right back up at the speed of light. Words might not be exchanged or an entire conversation could play out but when all is said and done, you did once care and love this person whether you like it or not. Whether or not it was a mistake in your mind. Whether or not the parting of ways was a sou
WishingTake the time and close your eyes for a mere second. Think of a darkened sky, the moon
in the phase of being new, and millions of glowing stars filling this darkened space. You
see the constellations make their appearances, make the endless river of sky larger…as
though it has no end to it. Now, you open your eyes to meet this mysterious scene before
you until…a streak of light flashes by, which hardly gives you the time to glimpse what it
was. You catch a second flash of glittering light, catching what it's supposed to be this
time. Well, what do you know? A shooting star to wish upon its glow. Once again, you
shut your eyes, but this time with excitement. Hands clasp before you and a silent air
takes place for naught but a few minutes as you're there left wishing.
What Makes a Dancer?The Dancer; perfect form, elegant and strong lines, and beautifully posed movements. What is it that makes a dancer, well…a dancer? Is it everything that was said before the question was asked? Is it the way in which a dancer comes out with a steady flow of steps to a song they've never heard? Is it how a dancer can create their own style? Or, is it how they can capture the eyes of an audience, getting those individuals to feel each emotion placed within the dance itself?
Many styles of dance exist around us. Jazz, Hip Hop, Funk, Bollywood, Salsa, and Ballet just to name a few. Each style has a different dancer. Every dancer has their own unique steps. In a way, dancing is like painting a beautiful picture. The different hues and careful brush strokes could be the dancer picking which steps to put in their painting to make everything flow and blend seamlessly.
One, two, step, two…one, two, three, turn…skip, turn, one, step, two. There are so many ways to compose a dance, so many ways t
The Power of WordsIn any language, at any speed, whether written or spoken aloud, there is a deafening power behind each and every word. A simple phrase can hold within its grasp something life changing. A sentence so complex could have the simplest meaning in the world, but no one would know it. It may not even be an arrangement of words that portray such power, but a single one with strength inside each syllable. Perfect example of a word that holds great power is 'love'. One syllable, four simple letters, many ways to use it, and a number of meanings or ways for it to be taken.
Ah yes, how this innocent word could be used in however you wish. "I love the scent of the air" or "I love you so very much." Another example of this word in a phrase would be "come make love to me". There, in those phrases, three understandings can be seen. But, only one use of 'love' holds high importance. Phrases such as these have everlasting effects on the mind that calculates them. Now, as we move on to a better example,
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above and clouds make life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
seas as far as the eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Falling of stars and Northern light events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we all need most, is love.
Absence of love makes creation's joys moot,
What I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
BetrayalI have the memory
I have forgotten
My kisses are fresh
And they're so rotten
My eyes shoot daggers
But stare so sweetly
Our life is a mess
That is arranged so neatly
It hurts me so bad
And yet I feel nothing
You were always so suspicious
You were easily so trusting
You've killed me completely
And filled me with life
I deserve to be an ex
But also your wife
I have given up
I continue to try
You should've told the truth
But you should've lied.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Under the KnifeWhitewash my arms and legs
Until it's okay to be me
until I'm like all the rest
Until I am free
Paint my face,
Bleach my skin,
Change my race.
Why doth ye abandoneth me, O my love?
Have thy heart forgotten thine untamed dove?
Am I damned? Am I ugly?
What is it that makes thee, forsake me?
I live the way thee desireth.
I abide silence and pride forsaketh!
Why ye then blind towards my pain?
Why ye maketh my plea go vain?
Why thou maketh my life so dismal?
The wrath of thy apathy maketh my living abysmal!
Without thee life equals death!
Earnestly for thy mercy I prayeth!
I seeketh peace in thy happiness,
in thy grief I abideth thine loneliness.
Then why dost I fail to please thee?
Why ye not fill my heart with thine abounding mercy?
Reveal unto me my flaw my dear,
an unfathomable grave seems to draw me near!
All frail… all broken… my ordeal finds no end…
Without thy grace my heart can never mend!
To thy sweetest word I yearn.
In the moonlit night forlorn I burn.
Why unto me ye so stern?
Why is thine love so stubborn?
I fail to perceive thy rejection!
Thine unconcern brings unto me a venomous
DFC 3: The PlagueYou are the plague,
That soothes every wound,
So raw and off-key,
Sweet and fine-tuned,
Nobody knows you,
I see your soul,
The timid young rabbit,
The lion so bold,
Nary a whisper,
Carries my scream!
As heavens lie silent,
Hailing; they teem,
Forget all you’ve seen,
But remember me most,
A vibrant bright entity,
A pale shattered ghost,
Joyfully dancing we,
Stare at the sound,
Lost in the darkness,
In light all around,
Where people breathe fire,
I’m encased in ice,
Each moment disgusts me,
I’m fully enticed.
No words are muttered,
They’re chanting our song,
Pulses have quickened,
Dead all along.
You are my plague,
You soothe every wound,
Free and in love,
In hatred entombed.
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
Death's DaughterEverything to lose, nothing to gain.
There is so very little that remains.
A soul of light has turned to dark.
It's now littered with cuts and scars.
Noting to gain, everything to lose.
Death is the only option to choose.
He walks by her...he takes her hand...
She looks at him and knows he understands.
Coldness rest upon the skin,
Only seeming to sink further within.
She sits by a fire, begging for warmth...
But she wont...can't...feel it anymore.
Now, there is nothing to lose...
Now is there everything to gain.
Death now has a daughter in his home...
And there...in his arms...she'll always remain.
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