Falling RoninI couldn't help myself, as I fell from that clouded mountain. Sliding into the shadows of the forest below, I let go of myself. My sword remained by my side, as I wandered then. No aim to my warrior's soul. No speed in my step. No determination in my stride or hands.Falling Ronin
Casual is the nature of that calligraphy on my heart. Black slashes left to sanctify all the blood within me. I was without choice, in those days of providence. What was I to do? What was I to say? To save myself? Once again my fangs are forced, and I have no excuse.
And as I continue crashing down that ear
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Guilty peregrine of desire and flesh. Horus made you my devil's thirst. And in my plight, I could no longer look away from your white skin. Your pale lust. And when I fell into those blue eyes of yours - like falling in a dream, I was there. Unborn in that realm of ages - before time was time, before the birth of Thought. And we became one, in a union of light and simplicity. A pantheon of yearning glances.
The Little Bear That CouldDid any of you ever have a special item when you were younger? A certain pillow or blanket? Perhaps a stuffed animal? Did you ever let it fall into a state of disrepair? Torn and tattered, with its stuffing falling everywhere? Did you ever feel that you outgrew it, and decided to put it away, lock it up in the attic, only to find it years later, remembering how much you loved and missed that stuffed animal or blanket? . . . Like a teddy bear being passed from girl to girl. Some treat it poorly, others treat it well. Some put it back together, however many stitches it takes. Some cryThe Little Bear That Could
It Helps...It helps when you try to rationalize all the pain in your life. It helps when you convince yourself that things are the way they're supposed to be, and you're alive, and otherwise okay - so things really couldn't have ended any other way. It helps when you lay there, looking up at the ceiling, wondering where all your time and love has gone, and there's no one on the the other end of the phone. Just you and the dial-tone, getting along splendidly. It helps when you remember all the lessons that you learned, and you realized that you were right all those times, and that everything IS connected, and that there's just no way arIt Helps...
How Many.How many of us are suffering in silence?How Many.
Does anyone believe that the other person cares? That they will listen and do something, anything?
How many of us are suffering in silence?
So much that we are rendered mute, eyes to the ground, ashamed of looking up, not having the confidence to even look at ourselves, believe what is honestly right, and stand up for what we believe in.
How many of us are suffering in silence?
Our 'rights'; continuously t h r a s h e d like what someone calls a 'thing' and you a 'body', a 'heart', a
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"A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them. " ~ Carl Jung
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"Reality is merely an Illusion....albeit a very persistant one." ~Albert Einstein
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