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ConflictTranslucent images collide in my mind's eye.
A discordant array of messages flows in one ear
And out the other,
Obscuring any rational thought I may have.
Divine hallucinations of beauty and grace, juxtaposed
With horrific scenes of bloodletting and torture,
I give them both a place to congregate.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to quell
The raging tornado of megalomania and self-loathing
That resides within my conscience, the gale
That blows my inner peace to faraway lands.
My mission is to calm the storms
Which derail my train of thought, and soften the blows
That, in the moments when anger overtakes me,
Dull my sword of acuity.
This is my mission.
But I choose not to accept it.
I choose to live with the gale.
I choose to live with the storms.
I choose to continue using my sword
To absorb anger's violent assaults.
I choose to live with the internal struggle, because I believe
That if the war rages on,
There will be a victor,
And then I may find resolution.
MotorboatsBenson looked out at the horizon. The water of Lake Tahoe appeared to go on forever, at some point turning into a magnificent waterfall at the edge of the earth, but never stopping, just falling perpetually. The mountains on the other side of the lake appeared almost as if they were a mirage. Benson let out a long sigh. Here, he thought, is where I belong. Here is where I am happy. He pushed his oar methodically, like clockwork; left, right, left, right, left, right. With no regard for steering, he simply propelled himself further into open water, further away from the beach, further from human contact, further into solace. Benson was not necessarily one for interaction; he wasn't incompetent at it, but when given a choice, he usually tried to avoid it. The kayak was by far his favorite escape. Nothing could touch him out here, he thought. Nothing except the motorboats.
Benson scowled. He hated the motorboats. He hated the way they cut across the water like a knife cutting into his con
How Jesus Crashed The Soundgarden ConcertOnce upon a time in Heaven, there was a man named Jesus. Jesus hated rock and roll more than anything in the world. He hated the sound of it, he hated the spirit of it, he hated the essence and idea of it, he simply hated rock and roll down to its very core. He attempted to destroy it several times. His first attempt was sending four wise men down to Earth to form the band Creed. This attempt was very nearly successful, but in the end it failed. In a fit of rage, Jesus sent many angels down to Earth in the form of mediocre pop artists, but rock and roll kept going strong, much to his dismay.
At around the same time, in a city called Seattle, there was a band called Soundgarden. They enjoyed great success in the 90's, but faded into obscurity in the next decade. They planned to perform a proud one-night-only reunion concert on the coming Friday, as a last huzzah and grand finale to their enviable career. What they didn't know, however, was that Jesus was watching them from the sky, and
The FireIt started as a spark between us
Grew into a flame, and then became
A fire that could put Hell to shame.
Raging with the fury of a billion suns
And we are burning within its passion.
The fire licks our skin
The fire takes the pain away
Burns all and starts again
Decreases to a flame, and then a spark
And leaves us naked in the dark.
The Silent ManWho is the silent man? What does he say?
No man on Earth has ever heard him speak,
Yet he owns all the wisdom that we seek.
He knows the secrets of the coming fray
And all of its events, but dare not tell.
He will not speak of all the dirty deeds
And emphasis of wanting over needs
That in the end will send us all to Hell,
And in the black and dreary starless night,
As all these empty words come crashing down,
The silent man still does not make a sound
For in the end he knows that he is right.
When all the Earth is desolate and bare,
The silent man will still be standing there.
Grand SingularityWe are all bound
By the Grand Singularity
Protest and division
Have yet to be found
And all are enjoyed
With this Instrumentality
Of sorrow and anger
This land is devoid
But soon we will find
We are not indivisible
We are not of one body
We are not of one mind
And conflict will rise
It will swallow our unity
And watch as our happiness
And as we lay still
On this blood-stained soil
Wounded and waiting
And viewing the kill
Death smiles as it comes
Embraces us gently
And carries us up
To release us as one.
mantra.Sometimes I need to kick off my shoes
To become grounded
And pull apart my facade
To bring myself peace.
To become grounded,
I envelope my soul
To bring myself peace
In order to remind myself who I am.
I envelope my soul
and pull apart my facade.
In order to remind myself who I am
Sometimes I need to kick off my shoes.
Desert SeraphCover me in fabric blue,
conceal me in halo hue
like an angel of the sand
watching o'er Noel's land.
And when the flutes start to play
among the cups of molded clay,
let me dance for all to see
the beauty of His majesty -
Child so young, yet oh so bold
reminiscing tales of old,
with humble heart deep within
her starry eyes and gleaming skin.
Let the sweet rebirth begin,
while the world is free of sin.
DFC VI. Cinq-Cinquain: AliveTaken
Against my will
Fraught with fear and driven
Like knives at a fist fight: my heart
Into blue skies
Linen, cotton, woolen
Starry NightIf I
could see the depth
to which your heart extends,
how could I fail to fall in love
that pierces soul
and spirit into shards,
You forged it from your breath into
of utter saving grace,
and awed I gaze up to the sky,
nights I call to
memory, and all the
world was gleaming, glimmering in
recall that night,
I fear no more the day.
With hand in hand we walk, just me
DFC 5: The Slow Decline of InnocenceThese thoughts are looping through my mind,
No answers can they seek,
For problems of the mental kind,
Leave me battered – weak!
A moment’s breath can bear no peace,
There is no sudden strong release,
A moment’s breath,
A moment’s breath,
The madness in me will not cease!
Dare not to clutch at fairy tales,
They always end in tears,
True love in stories always fails,
As people grasp at fears,
No one can see the pain that seeps,
Where consciousness gives way to sleep,
No one can see,
No one can see,
Cacophonies a person weeps.
‘Where do nightmares hide?’, they say,
In places blackened – dead!
Where hope and faith are miles away,
These demons rest their head,
No need to cry, young child of mine,
Your life is safe; you will be fine,
No need to cry,
No need to cry,
For on thine purity we’ll dine.
DFC 4: AppearancesJesters jeer as liars leer,
Frightening for the ones who fear,
Be bold but bury deep,
The wisdom wrought where wonders weep,
Hearts hold hope to hear,
Sounds of slyness, softly sleep,
All is not as it appears.
SamhainA cheshire smile made of moonlight
The sound of bones beating the drums
The hiss of the winds in the willows
The fading light of the weakening sun
The wail of the ghosts of the Fallen
The wail of the Goddess who mourns
The wail of the Horned One who's offered
Merge with the call of the Wild Hunt's horn
Jack o lantern lights flicker in darkness
The smell of rotting leaves fill the night
The veil is torn all asunder
Giving glances and glimpses of Sight
The dead and the gone walk among us
Those who we honour and grieve
We revel in the grace of the darkness
During this All Hallowed Eve
and see the culmination of my eyes,
the death and dearth of words will seize my tongue;
my only crown
God Has Welcomed You, Paul WalkerAs a fan, my heartfelt condolences goes out
to others as by your passing they are in despair
for you are another compassionate humanitarian lost
but now in the loving hands of God's care
You teased and inspired each and everyone of us
with the parts that you so brilliantly played
in so many movies and television commercials
you were handsome and always came to our aid
It doesn't need to be said The Fast and Furious won't be
same without you here, to share the chemistry with the whole cast
It's beyond words, the ability to explain the sorrow of knowing
that your Character, Brian O'Connor won't forever last
We must now say goodbye to a man with a good heart
while knowing some of us will cry and even deny
that you have been set free in the universe
to watch over your daughter and see her potential fly
And we will continue to carry on for that's what you'd want
while remembering God has welcomed you, Paul Walker in Heaven above
by adding you and your friend to the brightly shining stars
AbandonLet the winged dreamship carry us gently into space,
Over jagged contour lines like scars we can't erase.
Let us realize our wish and leave this world behind,
And purge this ruptured domain from our bodies and our minds.
Fly us to the sun and feel the heat with which it burns,
And rid us both of secular and worldly concerns.
I beseech you, dreamship, let us fly to other lands,
Abandon Earth and grasp the universe within our hands.
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