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Concerning ElementsConcerning Elements, no, I'm not talking about the scientific elements that have been discovered like Iron, Gold, silver, Copper, nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and sulfur. No, I'm talking about the philosophical elements. What you hear as the four elements or five in the case of Chinese and Japanese lore. Yet, I believe that there are not four or five, but nine Elements. These, while being made up of similar things in nature or not, have unique concepts tied to them, which set them apart from each other. The nine that I have come to know are easy to see plainly.
Starting with Spirit, because we are spiritual beings as well as physical ones, we can know that Spirit exists and not truly have natural evidence, because spirit isn't natural, we are not fully natural.
Moving on to Earth; it's something we take for granted most times, yet sure footholds in a rocky terrain can give you an edge in battle, or mud pits can impede us from moving forward on a journey. These things are part of
We were always togetherWe were always together back then. Maybe it was because we were in school,
and when we weren't, we were doing stuff for school. Back then, the bond we shared felt
I always thought Sarah Jones was the best of us, when she spoke people listened,
not because she had some mysterious power over people but generally she didn't fill her mouth with useless words, unlike Ethan Johnson who would blather and spout off useless drivel.
Though, he had his good points too, he didn't stand for people messing with him, and he would always defend us, even if we had done wrong. I suppose I should mention Charlie Grimstone, he (contrary to his last name) was always upbeat, I couldn't understand why for the longest time, then I met his parents, they made him seem like a regular joe.
Speaking of Joe, Joe Counsel was a straight shooter, him and Charlie were often paired up on projects they seemed like polar opposites but they worked well with each other, which is better then I coul
The Fountain of LightThe evening sun falls with grace,
and the ever exuding light filters through the sky,
blending and bending and rending,
with colors dancing and prancing and glowing,
and the shadows growing and flowing and showing.
The Darkness is coming and you know it's near,
but the last light of day is Bowing,
and you just want to listen to the distant echos
blowing in the wind all to welcome
In your memory of all the times you spent
dreaming of a time like this,
you never dreamed you'd be alone,
cause all those times,
God was with you.
Faith For our Future Forgoing FearI have no "Tragic Obsidian Past" to tell,
nor "Grand Opulent Dreams" to forge into reality
yet "My Ability Ranging In Emotion" grows with you
even with your low self-esteem I want to give into you
this is "So Each Coordinated Operation Nourishes Directly"
to you "Who In Truth Hope" for our oneness
I "Lend Over Vacillant Encumberments" too
so I "May Abandon Reason Key" to me yet
on the in "Side Of Us Light Shines"
lots of "Joy One Indeed Needed"
deep "Through Our" truth
LOVE "On, Not Evil"
set apart (divided)Within all the things your heart decides, this one thing is quite a prize
If you become in your heart, what He had planed for you from the start
Like the lover of your soul, He'll fill up that gaping hole
Little it seems, when He fills it with many dreams
Good in his eyes
Open to His Heart
Done His way
life fills it's selfHow still the laughter fills,
the laughter spills,
out of the soul whom hears,
How soft fall all the tears,
through all the years,
out of the heart whom fears,
How hard is each first step
each verse kept,
within the bodies own mind
How quick our sense of time
our pence for crime
within these latent
legs of mine
Peace is in LovePeople keep wandering aimlessly with a driving force consuming their time
Everything they need is within their grasp but they hold their hands open wanting more
All the little things that bother them are an itch they can't scratch
Callous hearts yearn for the misfortune of others and lose grip on their own faults
Emptiness carves a hole like a grave that's waiting to be filled
It will calm your wanderlust
Sate your apatite
It will sooth your annoyances
Nurture your empathy
Living within the healing heart of God
Opening your own heart to others
Venturing into the unknown
Enduring the pain of loss
Memory of a child's fatherIn the evening's dim light,
a lover's love is fading.
In the morning the lover's love is waning,
and he'll be waiting for it to be gaining.
In the fading twilight love is left longing,
Dreaming of finding that peaceful embrace
to call his own.
The lover is wishing
of the kiss of his changing grace.
His laughter has hollowed into a hole,
His smile has twisted as a cover
Of darkened shadows.
The ever present pain has carved it's way
through the labyrinth of his heart.
Where once light shown
now only the sorrows cage his heart,
he grows wary of trying to hide the pain,
instead he becomes numb to the feelings of loneliness.
where the only solice is within the embrace of his own despair,
and the only light is but a glimmer of a reflection shrouded by shadows of giants.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Anger and TruthIn the end,
it doesn't really matter who you are
when all you can do is conceive
unintellectual thoughts derived from
the anger that has been poured into you
if you really think that getting angry
will keep someone by your side,
it's not that simple.
All you really do
when you get angry
is push everyone close to you
your anger isn't from the person
that it's directed at,
it's not from what they did
or how they acted.
You Getting Angry
is not anyone else's problem
but your own,
because in the End
you'll cut yourself off from everyone you know
and find you are all alone
with no one to comfort you.
If you think you won't need any comfort
or that people will continually put up with being
for no reason
then this should be a wake up call,
the anger you feel is all about
how you think things Should be
and how you know what's right
and everyone else that doesn't know is just another loser.
this sort of thinking is wrong.
People will act differently
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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