There are no shadows in the darkness.
All things merge and they are one.
The whole unity - illusion;
Flick the switch and it is gone.
WinterAutumn winds are dying
As winter rears its head.
Soon the land will sleep again
In the silence of the dead.
The gray sky seems a blanket.
The golden trees now bare;
Their branches reach out to the sky
To grasp the misty air.
Dark browns replace the orange
And grays replace the blue
Soon snow will change this landscape
As the spiral dance holds true
The silence will be welcomed
By a solitary crow.
An eerie song of mystery
That few will ever know.
For winter keeps its secrets,
The ones not hard to hide.
The answer's all around us,
But the question sleeps inside.
Satan's FuryWhen Satan's fury burns in Hell,
And you feel the power swell,
The Darkness flows from within the lake,
All for the cause of Evil's sake.
The time of doom is close at hand,
When Darkness shall rule the land.
Through the Darkness you shall go;
Only where, He shall know.
Although the Darkness has much might,
It must conquer the piercing light!
And when that light has been snuffed out,
You shall hear His demonic shout:
"Blessed is he who has My mark,
For he shall live in the land so dark!
Death to he who is spawn of the light,
For he shall feel My furious might!
In this land so dark and cruel,
All is under Satan's rule.
And then, alas, without the light,
All must perish in eternal night.
NaiadHow can it be
that my heart's now alive?
I had thought it to die
In the shadows I pondered
the course my life followed...
and where it now leads,
I don't know.
As I sit here alone
and your name haunts my mind,
I feel passion...
it burns at my soul.
And I sing out your name
as I long for your touch
and I know with one kiss,
I'll be whole.
PonderingsGray skies slowly darken
As the sunlight fades away.
I sit here alone in the twilight,
Amidst a landscape of gray
Shadows reach out grasping,
The coldness stills the air,
I glance down upon the lake before me
To the reflection at which I stare.
What image is this before me?
Whose eyes burn into mine?
Vague recollections taunt me
Of what I left behind.
Each path that I have chosen
Leads me places I know not where.
Despite my better judgement
I simply do not care.
What roads have I not traveled?
What lessons have I to learn?
As the shadows creep yet closer,
There is so much that I still yearn.
(To be continued?)
The Void WithinIn dark'ning skies the mystery lies,
What wisdom comes this way?
A silent scream can't pierce the night
Where lurking passions lie.
And as the clouds descend on me,
I can not get away.
There's nowhere for me to hide;
Only madness if I try.
The Night Before ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas,
When all though the house
Not a creature was stirring,
... except for me...
The traps were all set
By the chimney with care,
In hopes that "St. Nicholas"
Soon would be there;
The children, so foolish,
Were drugged in their beds,
While I contemplated,
If I'd have their heads;
I sat in my chair,
Alone with my gun,
Reviewing my plans...
Oh, THIS will be fun!
Then from my radar,
There arose such a beep!
I sprang from my chair,
And started to creep.
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
Tearing open the shutters,
The windows went crash!
The moon, on the breast
Of the new fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday
To objects below;
When what to my wondering eyes
But a miniature sleigh
And eight smelly reindeer,
With that little old driver
I began to get sick,
I knew in a moment
It must be "St. Nick."
I readied my gun,
With intentions to maim
Then shot each in turn,
As I called them by name:
Die, Prancer and Vixen!
so be itsome of us are content
sketching out proofs in chalk,
elbow-deep in the guts of mechanics
where sparks fly
in a flood of associations/
torment of carnations bursting
with the precision of an abstract language
works when some things clearly do:
a crystal clear sound,
a 7am fog
i don't understand; & i try harder
with different starting points,
looping off in mad hare tracks,
but it seem like it always converges
to a cardinal landing
on a puffy pine branch.
in a few years, wordworts
will sprout no new cones,
all i hope for are new arrangements
The Zodiac - Aries Throws your way. In all that you do.
All that life If you are If you can An idealist
If you tackle Active and
If the Doors are LockedIf the doors of the wealthy are locked, the doors of Heaven will never be locked.
When you're down and out
Sitting on a bench alone
Know that His Spirit is there
When you're dirt poor and hungry on the streets
With no one giving you a mere glance
Except--a little child says to you, "Hello there." with a smile...
When you don't have enough money
For that fare on the bus
A stranger pays for you
Oops. Your locker threw up your books again.
Students pass by
A so-called "nerd" picks up your math binder
The Living God pours blessings
When you least expect them
Random Good Samaritans can come your way
With the Spirit of the Lord in their hearts
That said the most truest words that ever spoken
"Love one another."
And when the doors of the wealthy are locked, the doors of Heaven will never be locked.
xiii.when i turn my gaze to wander, i can
see a piece of my
in every eye
that stares back
i question these visions...
.. are these
or are we all just
of each other?
To the light in the nightI often wonder where you go, where your life does shine
Oft into the great unknown, that some have named: "divine"
Where it is your eternity sends, if its name is heard
If a consciousness grabs its other end, if it's assigned a word
I wonder if the life is sacred, to that sentience's soul
If the thought has even merit, within the truest whole
I wonder if it smiled today, if laughter graced its heart
If it even has that organ, within its piece of part
I wonder if the light there shines, within the endless black
I wonder if its speed will slow, if it knows a lack
I wonder if the distance is found, if time there sings at all
I wonder if the longer it binds, if it becomes a crawl
I wonder if the skylight's shrine, knows its depth at all
I wonder if profound design, hits some tangible wall
I wonder if the moonlight sings, there for someone more
A Being capable of the same, from within its core
If that egress pierces its profound, as it does with me
When I perceive the lights within, the mos
Thank You, Mister"Timothy, wait up!"
"Alisa, catch up!"
Timothy, a couple of his friends, and his little sister Alisa, were riding their bikes through the woods one evening. Timothy's mother warned him to keep an eye out for Alisa, since she was only seven years old. Being fifteen, Timothy agreed. But now, he was catching up with his friends instead of keeping up with his own sister's pace.
"Timothy, I can't pedal that fast! Please slow down!"
Timothy did not hear her as he continued his quest to keep up with his friends. Alisa tried to gain control over her little bike, but it was quickly lost and as she tried to stop, she found herself flying over the bike. She started tumbling down a hill, the bike constantly smacking her little body. Finally, she stopped, the bike landed on top of her. She opened her eyes after fifteen minutes and found blood, her own blood, all over her. She even noticed the blood finding it's way toward her bike. She tried to keep her tears in, but she simply couldn't; she bawled
WaterLuminous springs of purity
like a song sung by God
calm blossoms of sweetness
the sensation will sweep us.
Our soul will revive,
dance spirit across the rain
drench us in our power,
beneath the sun shower.
Hands cupped to take a sip
as we're swam away by life
we jump into the river
left with but a shiver.
'The water touches her lips,
eyes widened as she sips,
never felt so pure,
the water was her cure.'