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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.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is a
in the combined effort
of necessity’s unlovliest
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the in
veinte.i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
you are not a dynamic character.
this is not your story.
you are static.
you are static.
this is not your story.
you are not allowed to fly.
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
(there is no one to talk to anymore because you feel the need to hide away all of your feelings; you don't talk to people because you cannot pretend to be happy with people that know you are not; you can't keep doing this you can't keep doing this; you're killing yourself and you don't even realize it; you're going to explode one day)
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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