Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The road has been traveled one time before it was your heart that I broke now its mine that is torn, I can’t help what I feel and unconditional love is something I long for and hope once again to feel. Eyes wide open now you must see. Love is not just a good feel when the times are swell, but it is undeserved even when you are hurt and all fail, if love is only love with all your heart when times were good it wasn’t love that was felt. If there wasn’t love then I can sleep and tame the beast. For yet a little longer and then I must go I need the chance to love and I hope I will know, once again someday the feel of you warm embrace and the words “I love you” as my heart starts to race.
My heart is in your hand and you have the key keep this animal in the cage or set him free. You know who you are and I’m calling to you this is my last cry before I drown. I’m going under there is no way out.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay.
The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun.
Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind through out the night.
The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for something larger than what they are in this life. “Veni Vedi Veci” Caesar cried but what was it for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful words is he really anything more than a spider to me?
The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you’re born, you live and die. Is there a point to try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you anyways.
Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but now it’s done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the eyes of the Ancient of Days.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Hell is the place on earth in which I dwell.
Immortal I stand against you fragil man, I can not die
You will never survive, I am unseen before the moment you fall.
I am a ghost in the night, and a shadow in a dark room.
I will reign terror on those who stand to oppose.
I am the face in your dreams that robs you of your sleep.
You pace and sweat, i am the fear who eats you alive.
I come from heaven not from hell I am the one called Fallen Angel.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
a flourish of colors around her the rumbles of thunder in the sky
the rain drums on the frog pads as the wind sings and the clouds roll by
the lightning flashes like a strobe while the thunder keeps the beat
the lilies and the pads together move slow they may not be loud and flashy
they are beautiful and the center of this frog pond dance show
Wiping out terrorism is one big circle and if wiping it out is the goal, we might as well just kill the whole middle east because we are creating more terrorist every single day. Am i anti-war? Yes i am at this point, i think the war has gone on for too long and i have heard very high ranking officers say that this is a war that we CAN NOT WIN an if you can't win it then why are my brothers out there in that wasteland dying? This blood is being spilt for some politican's pride because enough is never enough. Most of those out there fighting and dying contrary to what you are told do not believe in or support this war, then why did i do it? why do they do it? because we have to, there is no choice about going into that situation.
I love and support our military and thats they way we all should be. You don't have to like the war or even support it but, love and support the men and women that are out there, what they are doing is a job...one that they have now choice about where they go or what they do, but keep in mind they are people like you and me. It never got me upset when people protested the war, it did get me mad when they would rally and a serviceman's funeral.
The last and final point of this blog is what is a terrorist? no one thinks that they are a terrorist but i know good and well that i have been thought of as one, kicking someone's door down and dragging people out in the middle of the night. Then again are you being a terrorist trying to stop people from killing you? or how about fighting to get an unwanted military out of your city? Either party believes they are right and sees the other as the terrorist. would you defend you country? would you fight know the other people have a stronger fighting force than you? I would and i hope the rest of you would too, because everything thing worth having is worth fighting for and you're not really living untill you have something worth dying for.
We are greedy little children and we want the sweetness of the candy without the candy maker working, and when he does work we tell him not to wear gloves even though the oven is hot, why should we care its not burning our hands.
We eat our candy canes as we stone the candy maker, the candy maker doesn’t want to make the candy he has promised us that he would.
We play in a candy land where the gifts are not free, but the candy maker burns his hands so that we can eat sweets.
The problem with sweets is they rot your teeth unless you brush after eating these sweets.
These are some of the human like qualities that made me want to look more into water and find out what is it? I went to the docks and looked at the water but could not see into it because of the choppiness and the waves created by the boats, so i dove into the water and i saw a beautiful world that i am not a part of. So i went places that had been damaged by the water, but all i saw was my world torn apart by a destructive force. I realized that i was trying to understand a forest by studying different parts of its various trees, and what i needed to do was take and step back and look and the big picture. So i took a stroll out into space and i saw the oceans for what they were and powerful almost living force that shaped the world it was a part of, but the i noticed that this powerful force didn't have a will of its own it is being played upon by the moon and larger forces.
The next time we think we have all the answers, it might help to take a step back. When we live to close to the water we don't see it for what it really is. The lesson i have learned is that i need to look and the water, the ocean, and the world. Next time you turn on a sink just watch the water drip, in that size the water can't really hurt you but when you get a lot of those drops together..........lets just say it only takes one to start the waterfall. When people gather in purpose there is nothing we can't do when we set our minds to it.
Did i mean what i said or was there an underlying thread.
If you try the threads out for size will it cut through the smoke and mirrors or are they lies?
If Lies do lay then where do they stay.....up in our head spinning away, a web do they weave and decieve.
Are we the spider or merely the fly caught in the web of these wicked lies.
Time will tell where this game goes but for now its down the rabbit hole because nobody knows.
The old man sits on the mountain so wise but no one visits so does he waste his time, and has he lost his mind up there all alone thinking he has the light.
Light will lead down that dark dark hole where wonderland is though nobody knows.
The ones that do are old and wise and sit on mountains that touch the sky, there with the sky they lose their minds and can no longer tell us the answer to life.
So live each day as if it was the last for once you find wonderland theres no coming back.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, it is to much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something worth dying for you’re not really living
Sunday, March 16, 2008
I lay awake tonight, like a child on Christmas Eve with the thoughts of the next day, in awe of what could be. The thought comes in and takes control plants an image and it won't let go, when this happens I want to know does it happen to you, connected…… sleepless in our separate places as we share the night. My mind fails to understand what my heart tells me is this why I pace sleepless through the planes of my mind inventing a reality that has not taken place. There is no gift waiting for me tonight so why does my mind rob me of sleep tonight. When you put words on paper you control the thought and own the tone; they serve to do your bidding, to make your puzzle and play in the maze that you make. I am unable to put in writing my thoughts they will not come out or surrender their stronghold. They hold me captive in their maze running around like a hamster in a cage.
I think is strange how meeting someone can do all this to you, the feelings and wonder. I can never see the forest from the trees when it is my own interest, but for some reason if I were given the same set of facts to go on and it was someone else's I would see the situation with perfect vision. Words seem to be the only thing that you can control in life and then they leave you feeling powerless and rather speechless.
I found myself looking up at the stars the other night, think of how they look like little pinholes in a piece of paper allowing light in from another world. I started to think of the stars are thousands of light years away and in all the time that it took for that light to travel here the star could have died and burned out hundreds of years ago but yet we can still look to the sky and see the wonder and awe of what it use to be.
When i was in Japan i use to spend a lot of time on the beach; i love the beach,
the water, and the way that it opens up a whole new world where the rules of the land don’t apply. The thing that i noticed though is that the ocean and the beach are in a constant state of flux. You can walk down the beach and look behind you for the trail you left in the sand and before you get to far the foot prints that you left will be washed away.
The simple fact remains that when we are gone, we are gone but what will we leave behind? Will people be able to see the light of what we were long after we are gone or will we soon be forgotten as the tide of life sweeps across what we have done. Life is a journey of choices that we have to make some of those choices will impact the generations to come while others will soon be forgotten. When the moment in your life that will define you comes, dare to live large and on the edge history and life doesn’t remember those that played it safe, but rather those that laid it all on the line of the sake of that moment.These two things made me think about life and what i want to be a star or the beach.