tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19154512575983149192024-03-12T20:09:45.341-06:00Beauty in the DarknessLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-80544056412988106552010-12-14T04:32:00.000-07:002010-12-14T04:32:59.756-07:00The GateI have failed<br />
<br />
The gate of my shame is open before me<br />
<br />
The doom of the world pouring forth from its darkness<br />
<br />
But while I may have failed myself<br />
<br />
And the hope of my people<br />
<br />
I refuse to let this world suffer for it<br />
<br />
I pull forth the sword of my greatest sorrow from within<br />
<br />
And slash at the unleashed blackness<br />
<br />
The doom of this world shrieks at the touch of my blade<br />
<br />
Not able to bare the painful light<br />
<br />
Step by bloody step I push the blackness back through the gate<br />
<br />
Sensing its eventual loss the doom of this world turns its attention fully onto me<br />
<br />
Rending me limb from limb... tearing the wings of creation from my body<br />
<br />
Making no effort to defend myself I stoically push forward<br />
<br />
Until the gate just recently opened is once again closed<br />
<br />
My sword clatters to the ground while I collapse into a bloody heap<br />
<br />
Death quickly creeping into my once Undying flesh<br />
<br />
But as the once eternal light of creation fades from me<br />
<br />
As I answer the sweet sirens call of oblivion<br />
<br />
Fate interposes its ever enigmatic hand<br />
<br />
In the unlikely tongue of a small canine spirit<br />
<br />
Licking the blood from my shattered face<br />
<br />
Offering something I thought was forever lost to me<br />
<br />
The tiny ever flickering light of HopeLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-44887905325411968112010-11-17T10:15:00.001-07:002010-11-17T10:23:11.302-07:00From my handsForever I have walked the earth<br />
<br />
From my hands I spill out the eternal fate of the world<br />
<br />
From my right hand spills forth chaos, death and destruction<br />
<br />
Spreading the fires of change in all directions<br />
<br />
From my left hand spills forth order, birth and renewal<br />
<br />
Spreading the calm sense of stability in all directions<br />
<br />
As I walk the earth there are those always who cry out to me<br />
<br />
No! no more chaos, we need peace they plead as they reach out to stop my right hand<br />
<br />
But my right hand does not waver<br />
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No! no more order, we need change they plead as they reach out to stop my left hand<br />
<br />
But my left hand does not waver<br />
<br />
Because forever I will walk the earth<br />
<br />
The eternal fate of the world spilling out from my hands<br />
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So which one do you curse?Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-37109895126548956662010-10-23T10:13:00.001-06:002010-10-23T12:52:54.072-06:00Love and BloodHere's a creepy little poem... maybe it's my Halloween poem or maybe I just want your blood.<br />
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I love you so much<br />
<br />
But you make love so hard<br />
<br />
I have made so many sacrifices for you<br />
<br />
I did not have to make them<br />
<br />
But I did and I made them gladly<br />
<br />
I made them because I love you<br />
<br />
I still love you with all my heart<br />
<br />
But I feel I must soon destroy you<br />
<br />
Because you give me so little choice<br />
<br />
So be warned my beloved<br />
<br />
I come for you with teeth and claws bared<br />
<br />
I come for your blood<br />
<br />
I come because I love you so muchLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-23361546348382210982010-10-07T11:32:00.001-06:002010-10-07T11:44:09.282-06:00Remembering too muchDon't read this, seriously you will most likely find it to be dark and confusing. It doesn't have a happy ending. I wrote and posted this for a personal internal relief.<br />
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But who are we fooling, you are human so have a morbid curiosity and will read this anyhow...<br />
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Want to be an old soul?<br />
<br />
Want to remember clearly the birth and death of countless ages?<br />
<br />
Let me give you just a taste<br />
<br />
Imagine if you can hear the same words said again and again<br />
<br />
Watching others going through the same pains and joys<br />
<br />
Like a broken record endlessly repeating... *rathump.. rathump*<br />
<br />
Now imagine a dozen spears and swords stabbing into your flesh<br />
<br />
Feeling the coldness and weakness quickly taking the life from your body<br />
<br />
And now imagine that this feels like the sweetest release<br />
<br />
Because the pain and anguish within your heart<br />
<br />
Far outweighs the greatest tortures this world can inflict<br />
<br />
And you don't understand how this is possible<br />
<br />
Because you are merely ten years old and in perfect health<br />
<br />
But the pain and torment is very real and there<br />
<br />
And yet you still lack the words to express any of it<br />
<br />
For you are only thirteen years old<br />
<br />
I am now thirty five and still lack the words to properly express<br />
<br />
How it feels to see the bloody, mutilated and defiled body of your soul mate<br />
<br />
Next to a half frozen stream, in a beautiful snow covered forest<br />
<br />
This soul I can clearly remember loving lifetime after lifetime<br />
<br />
Age after age...<br />
<br />
A soul seeing such a sight, feeling such a sight<br />
<br />
Will snap<br />
<br />
A screaming wail of madness... of broken despair<br />
<br />
Will raise from deep within<br />
<br />
Causing one to throw himself at the spears and swords<br />
<br />
Of those who have caused such torment<br />
<br />
And seek the sweet release of death<br />
<br />
So that he may once again be with his love...<br />
<br />
Now imagine if after feeling all of this<br />
<br />
Having to face the skeptical and confused gazes<br />
<br />
Of those you try to express this to<br />
<br />
Because none of this happened to you<br />
<br />
In this lifeLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-45245689089433998662010-10-05T00:16:00.000-06:002010-10-05T00:16:37.187-06:00DreamsI dream<br />
<br />
I dream of a day everyone can be different<br />
<br />
I dream of a day no one suffers without reason<br />
<br />
I dream of a day we each can look into our personal heart of hearts and feel nothing but love<br />
<br />
I dream of a day we can look into each others heart of hearts and feel nothing but <br />
love<br />
<br />
I dream of a day we can disagree with each other with acceptance and understanding<br />
<br />
I dream of a day that while we may not have all we want, we have all we need<br />
<br />
I dream of a day we all no longer punish ourselves with guilt and instead love <br />
ourselves with understanding<br />
<br />
For we are all beautiful souls living in the darkness<br />
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<br />
I dream the dreams of humanity.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-40761766305225109052010-10-04T17:09:00.002-06:002010-10-04T17:13:02.512-06:00The two become oneAt your touch who I was breaths it's last<br />
<br />
That ancient part of my soul having fulfilled its purpose gently falls into endless dreams of peace<br />
<br />
The trap has sprung, the bait has been eagerly taken<br />
<br />
We are reborn never to be the same again<br />
<br />
We open our new born eyes and gaze on the graves of who we were<br />
<br />
We kneel in respect saying our final goodbyes<br />
<br />
As we turn away without a backward glance a new world opens up before us<br />
<br />
No longer two broken halves but one harmonious whole<br />
<br />
The world changes with our every step<br />
<br />
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<br />
I wrote this months ago and forgot about it until now. There is a deep and long story behind this which I wrote about in the poem 'The Hope of Love' and several others I haven't posted yet. In fact I'd say this describes a defining aspect of my soul, which I feel the need to write about over and over, trying to get it properly expressed...Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-56584996396647821072010-10-02T14:35:00.001-06:002010-10-02T14:53:57.878-06:00Ma'atAs some of you may have guessed I follow the old Kemetic faith, which is what the ancient egyptains followed (Kemetic is not what they called it actually, Kemet is what they called egypt, it translates roughly into black land). This wasn't really a choice of mine, I was called. The defining concept of the ancient egyptian belief could be summed up in the word, Ma'at. A few months back I wrote my interpretation of this concept and I feel like sharing it here.<br />
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<br />
What is Ma'at?<br />
<br />
Most places you look will tell you it's the ancient egyptian belief of order and truth, but that is actually a bit misleading. Not only doesn't the full meaning of that word really translate into english it doesn't really translate into modern western cultural thought. A closer translation of the idea of Ma'at is 'the way the world should be'. Now confusion and conflict probably fill your head, for there are countless ideas of 'the way the world should be', but that's really not true. The reality is that we all know 'the way the world should be' but we try to know that with the wrong part of ourselves. We try to know with our brains, with our logic, with our intellect... with our emotions.<br />
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While I'll be the first to tell you how useful those tools are they will never help you understand Ma'at. To understand Ma'at you have to use that, dusty part of yourself that you probably rarely look at or feed, your heart or soul as it's called in modern times. It's that scary thing deep within yourself that doesn't have any logic, reason or emotion, but instead just 'Knows'. It's that part of you that 'knows' when you're drinking too much during a party, that 'knows' who really is your friend and who isn't, the part of you that 'knows' what you truly need to live a happy and fulfilled life.<br />
<br />
Deep down in our heart of hearts we all follow Ma'at. Be we black, white, purple, young, old, tattooed, pierced, gay, straight, Christian, Muslim we all want and need the same thing... to be full and happy in our heart of hearts.<br />
<br />
When I see some greedy obscenely rich person who is hording more money, possessions and worldly power than they could ever possibly use in a dozen lifetimes I don't see an evil monster hell bent on world destruction, what I see is someone who isn't getting what they truly need. Their heart 'knows' that money and power isn't what they really need, but while their heart 'knows' they don't know their heart so all they feel is a deep unhappiness which they try desperately to fill with the only thing they will allow themselves to understand...<br />
<br />
As long as the world is full of people who refuse to 'know' what their heart knows there will never be peace, there will always be war and there will always be suffering.<br />
<br />
I hope this helps.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-42233085067053450742010-09-30T15:04:00.000-06:002010-09-30T15:04:57.198-06:00Equal Uniqueness - Thursday Think TankSomeone is most likely better at something than you<br />
<br />
Better than you can ever hope to be<br />
<br />
No matter how hard you work<br />
<br />
This person will probably excel far past you<br />
<br />
And with less effort put forth<br />
<br />
None of us are true equals<br />
<br />
Except in our uniqueness<br />
<br />
And you are truly unique<br />
<br />
Nothing exactly like you has ever existed before<br />
<br />
And never will again<br />
<br />
For even if you will be reincarnated<br />
<br />
And are born again<br />
<br />
The new born you<br />
<br />
Will not be exactly like you right now<br />
<br />
But will again be something truly unique<br />
<br />
Just like you<br />
<br />
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<br />
This is less poetic and more thoughtful compared to my others works. I've written two other poems similar to this The Great Equalizer and Imperfect Universes but decided to write something new combining the two. I hope you enjoy, but mostly I hope it causes you to think and possibly see things from a different perspective.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-20409140740105108692010-09-28T13:09:00.002-06:002010-09-30T14:18:35.592-06:00The Journey of HopeWe walk the endless miles of the ever growing desert<br />
<br />
Our homeland of a thousand generations lay in dust behind us<br />
<br />
The countless dreams and graves of our ancestors a distant fading memory<br />
<br />
But we walk the vast grim wasteland in hope<br />
<br />
For even we have heard the legends of the fertile river valley just over the next dune<br />
<br />
After years of the death of my people I once again take the lead<br />
<br />
For I sense the end to our harrowing journey<br />
<br />
Using the last of my might I divine our future home and point the way<br />
<br />
We come upon fertile soil and lush vegetation surrounding a powerful and clear river<br />
<br />
We are home and it is everything we dreamed<br />
<br />
But one last obstacle lays before us<br />
<br />
Our new home is not empty<br />
<br />
We are silently greeted by a fierce warrior people<br />
<br />
The one who leads them the most fierce of all<br />
<br />
He is like I, but strong where I am weak<br />
<br />
We are not warriors<br />
<br />
We have no hope, no chance... but one<br />
<br />
I walk forward to meet this one like I<br />
<br />
My people tremble behind me, all their hopes lay on my shoulders<br />
<br />
I stand face to face, eye to eye with this powerful silent one<br />
<br />
I am weak, I am afraid but I step forward, fall to my knees and offer my throat<br />
<br />
My last hope, our last hope<br />
<br />
My people shriek in terror as the fierce one leaps upon me and closes his jaws around my offering biting down firmly<br />
<br />
I await the expected pain and death but only a single drop of blood is shed from my throat<br />
<br />
I look up into the eyes of the great warrior<br />
<br />
Only then do I see the desperation in his eyes fading into relief<br />
<br />
My people cheer as I take the offered hand and am pulled into his embrace<br />
<br />
Clinging to my new ally tightly I sob into his white fur<br />
<br />
I have not failed, we have not failed<br />
<br />
We are home<br />
<br />
---------<br />
<br />
Sometimes we are at our bravest and strongest when we are at our weakest and most desperate hour...Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-51290935332483996572010-09-27T12:13:00.001-06:002010-09-27T19:59:48.649-06:00The First BornWhen the primeval egg of life first cracked open you sprung out<br />
<br />
The most vigorous and dangerous of life's gifts to the world<br />
<br />
The very elements of creation at your beck and call<br />
<br />
Your beautiful flights flooded the ancient skies<br />
<br />
Stretching from horizon to horizon<br />
<br />
Fighting, playing and shaping the world beneath you<br />
<br />
The world was so full of endless wonder when you flew the skies<br />
<br />
And just as full of danger<br />
<br />
But as the ages passed away one after the other<br />
<br />
You passed away with them... one after the other<br />
<br />
Where have you gone my magnificent dragons<br />
<br />
The world misses your dangerous beauty<br />
<br />
We are all so much smaller without youLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-25492209664236203922010-09-23T17:44:00.002-06:002010-09-23T19:03:29.563-06:00In the atticThis is a departure from my standard style of writing. But I was in a lighthearted mood so I decided to try writing something different, and this was quite fun and enjoyable to create. Enjoy!<br />
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<br />
He was an unremarkable man<br />
<br />
He was born to an unremarkable family<br />
<br />
Was of average height, weight and looks<br />
<br />
Maintained an average GPA in school, didn't go to college<br />
<br />
He worked his entire life 9 to 5 at the local steel mill, until he retired<br />
<br />
He died an unremarkable death of a heart attack at the age of 72<br />
<br />
He was not married, he didn't have children and none of his family could be found<br />
<br />
So the state claimed his house and property<br />
<br />
When the appraiser entered his house to estimate the value of the contents something remarkable occurred<br />
<br />
The appraiser soon stumbled out of the unremarkable house with a look of madness in his eyes<br />
<br />
All the man could say was 'in the attic' over and over<br />
<br />
His colleagues who entered the attic soon after all exited the house in a similar changed state<br />
<br />
The police were called to investigate but all who entered where never the same again<br />
<br />
Quickly the FBI descended and quarantined the house but all who entered changed forever<br />
<br />
As the government was debating on weather or not to destroy the house something even more remarkable began to happen<br />
<br />
Riots started breaking out all over the nation, spiritual movements grew in intensity many people walking away from their jobs to join<br />
<br />
Social movements quickly gained incredible strength and following creating swiftly growing changes in the fabric of society<br />
<br />
Those who ruled trembled in fear as they tried to find the cause of the social unrest<br />
<br />
Their investigators worked hard but were hampered by the seeming chaos<br />
<br />
They eventually discovered that at the core of each movement was one of the individuals who had been in the attic<br />
<br />
They who ruled moved quickly to destroy this unremarkable house<br />
<br />
But they were far too late for the people of the nation moved as one and removed them from powerLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-13676827755228893912010-09-23T02:34:00.004-06:002010-09-28T13:32:07.307-06:00I have to let you go nowA thousand lives I have lived<br />
<br />
A thousand times in your arms<br />
<br />
A thousand times to taste your sweet kiss<br />
<br />
You are not here with me right now<br />
<br />
But I hold you as tight as I can<br />
<br />
I hold you because I love you<br />
<br />
I hold you because I need you<br />
<br />
I hold you because I am afraid<br />
<br />
I am afraid if I let go you will disappear<br />
<br />
I am afraid I will have to live these lives alone<br />
<br />
I am afraid that I will stumble and fall without you<br />
<br />
But I hold you too tightly<br />
<br />
And more for fear than love<br />
<br />
I love you too much to let go<br />
<br />
I love you too much to lose you<br />
<br />
I love you too much to hold you this tightly<br />
<br />
Because I love you so much<br />
<br />
I have to let you go now<br />
<br />
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<br />
The things we love the most we tend to hold so tightly we break them, for this reason we need to let them go... because we love them so much.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-33808554014424038802010-09-22T16:03:00.000-06:002010-09-22T16:03:22.808-06:00We HungerThis one is quite different than most of my others, so be warned it is dark and feral. All my life I've had a deep love of wolves to the point where I now volunteer at a local wolf sanctuary that is there to take in usually abused wolves and wolf hybrids that have been abandoned by or taken from foolish people who think a wolf is a cool guard dog. A wolf is not a pet, love them but do not try to own them.<br />
<br />
This is a tribute to the loving passionate wolves.<br />
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<br />
We hunger<br />
<br />
The prey is scented<br />
<br />
We are alert<br />
<br />
We are ready<br />
<br />
We move and the many become one<br />
<br />
We quicken, the wind from our passage flowing through our fur<br />
<br />
We slow as we near the prey<br />
<br />
She has not caught our scent yet<br />
<br />
Keeping the wind in our noses we surround the prey<br />
<br />
But just as the circle closes she catches our scent and is off<br />
<br />
As one we race after her<br />
<br />
The blood races through our veins<br />
<br />
Our hearts quicken in time with each other<br />
<br />
The prey stumbles and slows for her leg is lame<br />
<br />
This is why we chose her<br />
<br />
Quickly we catch up and surround her<br />
<br />
Tightening the circle we nip and bite<br />
<br />
Here and there weakening her<br />
<br />
The sweet tangy scent of blood fills our noses<br />
<br />
Blood flowing from many wounds she stumbles<br />
<br />
The strongest of us tears at her throat and she falls<br />
<br />
Quickly the sweet still living flesh and blood fills our hungry muzzles<br />
<br />
We hunger no longer<br />
<br />
For nowLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-4638461743939284112010-09-19T19:23:00.001-06:002010-09-19T19:24:40.419-06:00The Great EqualizerWe are not born equal<br />
<br />
Life is not fair<br />
<br />
Or just<br />
<br />
In only one way are we all equal<br />
<br />
In only one moment<br />
<br />
Does the greatest and strongest of kings<br />
<br />
Stand next to the most insignificant and weakest of beggars<br />
<br />
As an equal in every way<br />
<br />
And that is the moment in which I always see you<br />
<br />
And will always love you<br />
<br />
And will always be there to hold your hand<br />
<br />
That is the moment of your death<br />
<br />
The only moment we are ever truly ourselves<br />
<br />
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The ancients adored Anubis over the entirety of the land of eqypt for the complete history of ancient egypt. Archeologist can't find a time when he wasn't adored, he literally goes back far before recorded history. Why is this so, it's not because he is cute, or powerful. But because he gives us eternal life, only in the moment we lay dying and our eternal friend smiles down at us and takes our hand are we ever equal.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-34781543841391160292010-09-18T16:02:00.000-06:002010-09-18T16:02:22.359-06:00My BrotherI love you my brother<br />
<br />
But I also hate you<br />
<br />
I can clearly remember the beauty in you<br />
<br />
The creative energetic youth<br />
<br />
Full to brimming with fun and excitement<br />
<br />
I also can clearly remember the ugliness in you<br />
<br />
The selfish manipulator<br />
<br />
Hurting and destroying those around you for shits and giggles<br />
<br />
You are gone now my brother<br />
<br />
And I miss you<br />
<br />
I feel a deep sadness my brother<br />
<br />
I wish we could have been brothers<br />
<br />
In more than blood<br />
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Yes my friends I have a brother who is dead as well, but he died over a decade ago of a drug overdose. My last memory of him is of the monster within him consuming him. To this day I'm still not fully sure how I feel about him.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-40336645125305222682010-09-18T14:59:00.000-06:002010-09-18T14:59:17.877-06:00Death and FearI am dead and I am afraid<br />
<br />
I died alone and in great fear<br />
<br />
I tried hard to believe in things after death but I was confused and distracted by life<br />
<br />
I saw the light and was drawn towards it like a moth to a flame<br />
<br />
Now I stand on the endless vista of life after death and am confused<br />
<br />
I see so many possibilities, so many paths before me<br />
<br />
Fear creeps into my spirit once again<br />
<br />
Where am I supposed to go, am I going to heaven, am I going to hell<br />
<br />
But I could never bring myself to truly believe in either<br />
<br />
I am a lost soul, an orphan alone and afraid<br />
<br />
Something approaches me from the horizon of unending possibilities<br />
<br />
He is great, powerful and he carries the blackness of death<br />
<br />
But with each step he takes my fear and loneliness fades bit by bit<br />
<br />
He's strange, black and canine but I feel growing peace and happiness<br />
<br />
As he smiles warmly and takes my hand I know who he is, Anpu and he is my friend<br />
<br />
The last of my fear and confusion vanish with his touch<br />
<br />
I feel confident, I feel safe<br />
<br />
I am no longer lost or an orphan<br />
<br />
With his help and limitless patience I will find my path<br />
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Anpu is the ancient egyptain name for Anubis (which is the greek name for him). One of his most loved duties is being the Patron of Lost Souls and Orphans.Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-41766756701730548872010-09-18T14:47:00.000-06:002010-09-18T14:47:01.855-06:00The Hope of LoveFor an eternity I flew among the stars<br />
<br />
Without a thought<br />
<br />
Without a care<br />
<br />
Alone but free<br />
<br />
But it took just the merest hint<br />
<br />
Just the smallest chance<br />
<br />
It took just the hope of love<br />
<br />
To bring me down from my eternal freedom<br />
<br />
To this harsh reality of limits<br />
<br />
For a billion years I walked this earth<br />
<br />
Every year more painful than the last<br />
<br />
Every month another part of myself died<br />
<br />
Every day of my fruitless search my hope withered<br />
<br />
Until the last year<br />
<br />
Of the last month<br />
<br />
Of the last day<br />
<br />
Of the very last hour<br />
<br />
I lie broken on the shattered precipice of eternal death<br />
<br />
But as the last of my hope faded from my heart<br />
<br />
It took just one kiss from you<br />
<br />
To transform an eternity of pain<br />
<br />
Into an eternity of loveLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-56716672596412926112010-09-17T21:18:00.002-06:002010-09-17T21:21:13.778-06:00My Eternal Sister the Video - yes she was always that cheerful<object height="295" style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZTLHtqIvHUM/hqdefault.jpg");" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTLHtqIvHUM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTLHtqIvHUM?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Looksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-64502732489234014422010-09-17T19:06:00.000-06:002010-09-17T19:06:22.007-06:00My Eternal SisterI was alone, afraid and in great pain<br />
<br />
But you were there to greet me<br />
<br />
With your cheerful smile<br />
<br />
With your warm embrace<br />
<br />
And the pain lifted<br />
<br />
I was always the dark and brooding soul<br />
<br />
And would inevitably sink back into my depths<br />
<br />
But always your brightness and energetic ways<br />
<br />
Would pull me back into the light<br />
<br />
And bring a too rare smile to my face<br />
<br />
A laugh to my throat<br />
<br />
You have left again<br />
<br />
On your endless journey of joy and happy delight<br />
<br />
But I know you my eternal sister<br />
<br />
I know that when I have again sunk too deeply into my brooding depths<br />
<br />
You will once again cheerfully dance into my life<br />
<br />
To bring back my smile<br />
<br />
And hear my laugh<br />
<br />
I will remember and love you forever<br />
<br />
My eternal sisterLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-64952164380096205332010-09-17T15:53:00.000-06:002010-09-17T15:53:37.406-06:00WatchingAlways I have watched you<br />
<br />
When you were born I was there<br />
<br />
A happy father proud of his new born children<br />
<br />
Young, beautiful and full of such limitless promise<br />
<br />
I loved you so much then... I still do<br />
<br />
I laughed in joy as you took your first faltering steps<br />
<br />
My pride and love growing<br />
<br />
I watched with great concern each time you fell and broke your young bones<br />
<br />
But each time I was there to dry your tears and help you to your feet once again<br />
<br />
Change brings great pain but also equal growth and strength<br />
<br />
I watched in growing awe as you began to master your environment<br />
<br />
I would have preferred for you to master yourself first<br />
<br />
But children often grow in unexpected ways<br />
<br />
So I waited patiently always there to help if asked<br />
<br />
As time passed my concern grew<br />
<br />
The outside world was the easier aspect of reality to master<br />
<br />
When would you start to master your inner selves<br />
<br />
The lack of attention to the other halves of yourselves is poisoning you<br />
<br />
Why do you fear it so<br />
<br />
Why do you so rarely ask for help<br />
<br />
Why do you not accept help when it is given<br />
<br />
This cannot go on for the poison from your hearts is now spilling into the outer world<br />
<br />
I cannot fix your problems only you can<br />
<br />
But always I will love you<br />
<br />
Always I will help you<br />
<br />
Always I will watch youLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-27645857883282101662010-09-17T15:48:00.000-06:002010-09-17T15:48:20.705-06:00Imperfect UniversesWe all have a universe within ourselves<br />
<br />
Something unique<br />
<br />
Something that has never existed before<br />
<br />
Or ever will again<br />
<br />
Something that the outer world will never truly know<br />
<br />
And possibly something we ourselves will never truly know<br />
<br />
Every birth brings this ever changing universe into being<br />
<br />
And every death brings one to an end<br />
<br />
Love your unique universe<br />
<br />
For it's perfect imperfectionLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-54015280070178086652010-09-17T06:42:00.001-06:002010-09-17T07:03:51.757-06:00Looking FarThe moment I was born my search began<br />
<br />
In the beginning I did not know what I looked for<br />
<br />
But still I searched<br />
<br />
For I was not complete without this mystery<br />
<br />
This nameless something<br />
<br />
So I search <br />
<br />
I have found many treasures over the years<br />
<br />
I have found knowledge<br />
<br />
I have found wisdom<br />
<br />
I have found strength<br />
<br />
I have found power<br />
<br />
I have found many who love me<br />
<br />
I have found many whom I love<br />
<br />
But still my restless search continues<br />
<br />
For I have not found my greatest treasure of all<br />
<br />
I have not found what I now know I have been Looking Far for<br />
<br />
I have not found youLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-8168831205913517332010-09-16T20:31:00.001-06:002010-09-16T20:31:58.211-06:00Eyes of the past - Eyes of the futureI look deep within your eyes<br />
<br />
And I see the vastness of time stretching eternally into the past<br />
<br />
I am overwhelmed<br />
<br />
I am awed<br />
<br />
I am humbled<br />
<br />
Your gaze pierces the deepest recesses of my being<br />
<br />
I feel the weight of all that has come before me<br />
<br />
I feel all the joys of everything that has come before me<br />
<br />
I feel all the sacrifices of everything that has come before me<br />
<br />
I feel the heavy weight of responsibility<br />
<br />
You look deep within my eyes<br />
<br />
And you see the vastness of time stretching eternally into the future<br />
<br />
You are sad<br />
<br />
You are hopeful<br />
<br />
You are humbled<br />
<br />
My gaze pierces the deepest recesses of your being<br />
<br />
You feel the weight of all that will come after you<br />
<br />
You wonder if you have done enough<br />
<br />
You wonder if the foundation you have built is firm enough<br />
<br />
You feel a quiet hope and joy<br />
<br />
You feel the lightening of the spirit that comes with death<br />
<br />
We look deep into each others eyes<br />
<br />
And we are the sameLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-84299034364237234652010-09-16T20:29:00.000-06:002010-09-16T20:29:51.974-06:00The Meaning of DeathYou will die<br />
<br />
No matter what you say<br />
<br />
No matter what you do<br />
<br />
No matter who you are<br />
<br />
Nothing escapes this destiny<br />
<br />
Be you a forgotten city that vanishes into the ever shifting sands of the Sahara<br />
<br />
Be you the ancient and powerful Aztec civilization burned and destroyed by invaders<br />
<br />
Be you the once vast and mighty Appalachian mountains slowly being eroded down to your foothills<br />
<br />
Be you the once active and lively planet Mars now as silent and still as a grave<br />
<br />
Be you the ever lasting Sun that will one day die in a spectacular nova<br />
<br />
Be you the universe itself that will one day contract once again into the infinitely tiny egg of the beginning<br />
<br />
You will die<br />
<br />
So why try<br />
<br />
Why learn and grow<br />
<br />
Because right now you are aliveLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915451257598314919.post-43295427971214225502010-09-16T18:49:00.000-06:002010-09-16T20:32:42.528-06:00Day 21They gave me 20 days to live<br />
<br />
On day 1 I was too shocked to feel<br />
<br />
On day 2 I argued with the doctors<br />
<br />
On day 3 my mate and I sobbed in each others arms<br />
<br />
On days 4 through 11 I accepted the endless condolences<br />
<br />
On day 12 I refused all visitors to brood<br />
<br />
On day 13 I felt death creeping slowly into my soul<br />
<br />
On day 14 I felt my body following the will of my soul<br />
<br />
On day 15 I let my mate visit again<br />
<br />
On day 16 we made passionate love to the disapproving frowns of the doctors<br />
<br />
On day 17 I allowed all visitors back<br />
<br />
On day 18 I fell into a desperate rage and chased all out but my mate<br />
<br />
On day 19 deep fear entered into my soul... I wasn't ready to die<br />
<br />
On day 20 I accepted my fate and went to bed at peace<br />
<br />
On day 21 I woke to the realization that we were all fools and walked out of the hospital arm in arm with my mateLooksfarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047949703453319024noreply@blogger.com6