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Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Whisper Comes

In the dead of night the anger, fear,and rage bursts forth; never really knowing why these are brought to me. Yet inside my soul lay the answer buried; as are those that bring their anger. Be this then the reason that they come. Or be it that their words I can not hear. Still in that secret place, they find me. Yet out of the sleep of the dead I find no fear, nor any answers; yet I feel theirs. What is this feeling that I must join them; yet they turn away in the darkness; as the whisper comes.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Vows Broken

Vows Broken

Who can tell why or how one is blessed, while the other feels the searing pain of the blessing. Young children ask why; yet there be no answers for them. They too suffer the pain and sorrow. Still they be to young to know why they feel this horrible pain. To them all that is be confusion. In that which is the joy of the blessing; can one feel blessed. Or be it just pain of the others who suffer. Blameless are these young ones, brought into the world with love of vows promised. Yet be these young ones that suffer; when the love that made them, breaks. Oh cry out the sadness when the blessing of the vows taken; brings the pain and sadness of Vows Broken

Friday, August 12, 2011

Mile Posts

As we walk our path; we pass the memories of our life. The mile posts of each day speak their knowledge to us. Be what we do with what we see, hear, and feel that matters. What be it our mind will decide, that which will be important; the yellow flower, or be it the bird that sings its song to our soul. Our path be of our own making that which is chosen to see, feel and hear be our choice. Yet there are times when consumed by that which we seek. We miss that which be most important; the hand looking for the touch of a caring soul. So busy are we that we yield not our walk; to take pity on the poor soul. To stop but for a moment to help, console, perhaps a kind word be all that be needed. What then are we, will our humanity and the grace of the the Almighty give us pause. For to save but one, have that which is our walk been delayed; or be it that we have just past another mile post....

Monday, July 25, 2011

The Veil Removed.

The Veil Removed

The darkness of solitude in that which be the abyss of despair; covered with a veil that no light may be seen. Yet forget not your courage and seek that which be the freedom of the veil removed. What is sought in this darkened place, or be it just shapeless figures of the mind. Let not your heart and soul be darkened; for within be the power to reason and escape. Beware the sadness of those whose strength would hold you. For this be not your task; rip the veil. Be it then. those who would hold you can be saved should they wish it. What be this this then that rips the veil. Perhaps an idea, or be it just a new path. Wish it not and locked in the darkness of solitude you will suffer many deaths. Take the new path provided; or grasp hold of the new idea for within lay the power, and the light so bright. Then you will know truly the veil is removed...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The mind of the warrior

The Mind of the Warrior

Be the spelling of these words important; or does it matter not at all. What be that I do know that the mind is different. We each fight our demons in our own way; yet the the demon be the same. Yes as many of the great poets I too war in the mind. Knowing not what or who I am; nor what time of day it is. Yet to fight ever onward towards what; the warrior's soul seeks peace and yet we can not find if. Be it the death at the hands of those who are before us; or do we just select who shall be the one. Be that which be the many; or just the one. For are we not as dead men waiting. Our swords be shared and yet this be not enough. Becomes there a time when we just give up to that which never wavers.. How do we as simple men decide this. To give up all in surrender of that which be more powerful. Or do we fight ever onward until that which is the mind of the warrior, decides that which be the final battle is won or lost...

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Saturday, July 9, 2011

Darkness Defeated

Darkness Defeated

The mind be a dark place; when the monsters come. There are times when life looks back at you; be that when you ask what was it for; have I come to that crossroad. Be it that my mind has deserted me; or be it that the time has come. As the sun in the morning rises, are there no answers; just another day of that which be the darkness. Where is this place we sit and wonder; be this that which be called life. Or be this just the darkness of the mind; where the terror hides. Still we rise to our feet, once more to face this unending battle. Life or death be this the only path. Yet if we do not rise up, have we made our choice; or be it that the choice is not ours to make. One wonders be this the mystery of life; that we no not when death comes. If this be so then be it, like the sun; our hands can not stay the coming. What of our will then; wherein lay our strength. Be the monster defeated there. Oh hear me now; matters not that the darkness surrounds; for what lay within can not be defeated. Let the light of your soul smash the darkness, let not your heart be troubled. For against the light of faith and hope nothing can stand. So rise up and good be the fight with darkness defeated...