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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.
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
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
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