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Break The Silence
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Green, miles of green stretch out carpeting sight. A fertile land reaches for the horizon and greets the sky. Rolling hills dance playfully on the edges. Flowers play across the meadows showing themselves to the sun. All eyes viewing this feel a warmth they cannot describe.
A voice is heard piercing the quiet music of this place. The voice says one short word and all goes still. Mine. A rumbling is heard in the hearts of those sojourning here. They wonder who spoke, where did this discordant cry come from? All look about themselves and wonder. Mine. All eyes rest on one standing figure. Cold eyes glare back in demanding tones. Mine.
There is a shake, birds scatter from their home branches to take to the winds. Shake shake. The standing one stares, his gaze like razor blades. The earth splits before his feet. A void opens, filled with boiling shadows. They steal forms and lurch forth into this valley. Mine. Some come out tiny creatures with overly large eyes. They look here and there and their gaze turns it grey. Others with large mouths eat, and eat, and eat, sometimes the valley, sometimes each other, sometimes themselves.
The standing one takes up the frantic darkness. It forms for him a spire from where he views the onslaught. Shadow forms crawl and creep about as he watches The valley writhe in it’s first agonies. Mine.The ones who lived here run. They run across ground once soft turning dry and cracked. Shards of stone are pushed up from under the ground as if the earth’s skin were drying up and it’s bones were beginning to push through. The corruption caught the slowest of them. Seized up their souls and twisted them into nightmares. They wandered the changed land lost in broken minds wishing only to find something… something to make mine.
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This one followed a path for awhile. Torturous, stumbling into ruts, despairing. Wandering through shadows, fog, and memories. Finding places been, never proceeding, always retreating. Lost in a maze of his own making. He realized finally at once that one point. This one created the place he was lost. Wandering the twisting paths of his own mind. He sat and thought for awhile. Wondered what might be worth being here for. He found nothing, lessons learned, wisdom gained, so why stay. This part of the quest was over. He turned his mind around to the light for a moment. Though the night may be this one’s friend, the light of better times was needed. He remembered better things, and took shining memories of past and made them a light for his way. Guided knowing now what he wanted. Not the past, but that light, the shining diamond that once dwelt in his heart. This one smiled and cut the thorns aside finding the actual path once more. So my friends he said to his travelling boots, lets go the right way now. And each step took away the weight and he strode towards the sun, smiling.
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Looking about at tumbled ruins of fallen dreams. Stumbling stones of misery plague the landscape of thoughts. The distant horizon stretches out pure. A single tear, diamond sparkling sadness, pure emotion. Last sacrifice on a false altar before donning old boots over this ones travel worn feet. One more journey to that distant horizon old friends. How many times those words have fallen from dry lips thirsting for that true drink, blessed quaff of life blood only offered in this one’s dreams. For the reality of it appears only in the most fragile of illusions shattered always by the truth. This one pulls on his long coat, the journey will likely be cold, it often is out there. Those distant lands bring chills twice as frequent as warmth. Dust swirls about in a stray breeze. The time comes soon and the page will turn. One more time, one more trip, one more journey. Maybe this time this one will find his rest. Uncertainty throws familiar shadows across his face once more as this one turns to face the distance. What is out there? Doesn’t matter much for there will be here soon enough. This one looks at those boots once more. Ready old friends? He steps forward as the night takes him into her arms once more.
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A storm comes sudden. Fury and anger, a suffering orgy, a tumultuous sea of desperate loss. A heart broken by what made it whole. Shattered by the key, heart dust sprinkles the ground, glistening like the tears shed from eyes long since tired of leaking lost dreams down their broken face. It comes and goes, love flows in and floods out. Washing away the some village of peace that only recently found life. Mountains loom large, keeping knowledge hidden, not but the mists of doubt can swirl by and further lay waste to reason. Broken glass lays about twinkling in its mercilessness. Scattered reflections of what was, that cut when handled. Bleeding out, swollen streams flow they crash against the rocks, echoing pain. Struggles to wake only bring frustration as only dreamers can awaken. Reality does not fade no matter how many blinks of teary eyes wish it so. The sting remains, the burning emptiness calls out for relief and finds naught. Only the sands flowing down the glass know the secret and they are always silent. Ears hear a distant wail. Only distant sounding for the source is right there with them. A crash of despair spewed forth from reluctant lips that only want to speak her name to her as she sleeps. Teary eyes that only wish to gaze upon a now lost smile. Pain flows in, fills the place were love once dwelled.
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Night stalker moves into my darkness
The thought of a shadow, past
This one remembered, felt it move, shifting
A place opened, entered the dream walker
Not an intruder, a long known missing.
Heart shattered, pieces gathering, contained
In a shining soul of beauty, rapture
Gaining vision, recovering
At once blessed, but confused
Long blinded makes sight
A hard blessing to take.
Pushing deeper, pressing in
Find the center and claim it
A knowing sigh opens
Stirring up, shadows dance
In the light of discovery
This one knows, this one wants
A gift given, needed, wanted
Petals opened, beauty revealed
Heart found, craved
And in darkness claimed
doubly
Need feeds want, feeds
Tasting pure
While the vultures circle
This one will stand
As long as the pure need
Feeds him and is fed upon
The purpose, is the need,
is the feed, is the one
Who entered the space
That was filled. Uninvited
But belonging, known before meeting
Seen then this one eyes eyes
Opened to truth.
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Eyes view darkness watched shadows cross shadows
Overlap dark with darker no sight of creating light
Just shadow upon shadow interlaced and woven
A web of unlight not made by light but shadow craft
The maze made confused his sight blurring this from that
Stumbling blind crashing into one obstacle again
Near breaking against a blind sea-wall crushing dream-swell
Tired he lashed out to tear the darkness away
Blind eyes guiding numb fingers on dumb hands
He seized upon nothing and nothing was made his
He took nothing and molded it dark gray and cold
The only color, form, and warmth he knew
But this shadow was unique, nothing made
Knowing now the truth he sought nothing and gained it
Taking nothing he molded a world
For the shifting shadows were not a trap to blind
They were simply the dream of the world
Made real by eyes that never seen
hands that never touched molded all things
Look about now, seize the shadows, mold what is.
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He walks, across crying field. Blood tears fall across forlorn shadows. A foe steps forward weapon singing death’s song as it cleaves sky and wind. He steps aside and brings doom to another enemy. He continues forward feeding crows with his strikes. Clouds hide the sun so it need not look upon pain and death as God chuckles at the scene. The warrior, his family dead and scattered, marches on in vengeance flame. The cause of rage parades about to order his men. Standing back ordering death from distant stand. This one raises his arm and secret forces pounce upon the path of doom. The clouds part and the sunbeams illuminate the path to the Prince.
He walks the path of the sun. The Prince sees this form cross from night to day into his presence. Fear crossed his face as righteous fury moved through the warrior to his hands. A trumpet blows and descends an angel between thwarting fate. He wonders why this angel has blocked him. It is all God’s will. You must let him live. The warrior knowing only the demands of his heart relents not and continues the advance. Angel and man clash in battle. The Prince a coward true took to his feet and fled. He continued to pursue safety to the far end of his kingdom. The Angel dropped to his knees strength drained. Fate must also bow its knees to God. No, fate is fate, God is God, and the end draws near. An Angel fell and a warrior followed the path.
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This one walks, step by step cutting down miles like swathes of foes. Trampled underfoot like dreams of innocence. One after another they fall broken before unrelenting movement. The future lays in steps just taken towards destinations unknown. A muddy horizon clouded by doubt taunts this one. A broken frame of reference his guide. Is he there yet? Has he been and gone from his goal unrecognized? This one knows not to where he walks or from whence he came. All points and purposes lost in the fog. A mist of confusion beset with thoughts of love. Is this the whole journey wandering lost in a blanket of sightless grey? Rest a moment and let the journey swallow your reason.
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Walking with shadows of beauty entwined. Looking and glimpsing reflection. This is an illusion of reality. Not marked by the truth, but only a heart lie. Simple need drives towards uncertain horizon. Path blocked by the rubble of risk, chance to cross or stay hidden away? Must press towards the sun, for the moon is just a reflection of the true light. For that light is the purpose and the reason. Seen elsewhere, but not in truth. This one must struggle for truth no matter how hard the way may be. For in the struggle the value is learned. With the pain comes the desire to never let go of the gain come the end. So this one arises from a dream, takes up his sword and faces demons. Though trouble besets him all about and the dream beckons him stay he knows he must go forward towards the hope and reason of his very being. He doesn’t know if he can make it, or if the goal is what he believes it to be. But this one must go, he has no choice. For this one has discovered why he is, and nothing will sway him from his path. Clawed hands seize at him as he moves forward, you cannot make it they tell him. He draws his sword and cleaves away the lies for the moment knowing that whether or not he makes it the trying must be made. Lest he fall here into his last regret.
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He walks ahead through dark shrouded paths. Never seeing where he’s going just going, stumbling on roots of trees hung thick with vines struggling to see sun glimpses that never come in this cursed land. Walking, hands as eyes grasping vision out of darkness choking. Suddenly vision returns as out of fog steps this one. He looks drinking in the sight like a parched man quaffs water. The sight was not of pleasant fields or a warm welcoming hearth, but of a great split cleaved in the earth. It reached out from one horizon to the next unbroken in it’s length. He set his gaze to peer across the width of this earthbound sword stroke to see her. Her form sat apart in the darkness, illuminating it just from mere existence. Her gaze swept across the distance and landed upon his eyes. Sudden purpose filled his tired frame as he knew she was the quest. A blessed hope descended upon a blighted land.
He walked till he stood directly across from her. She looked upon him and her gaze was a physical thing. He could feel her eyes journey across his features. He needed to go to her, to fall at her feet and weep from the sheer weight of the feeling that her presence evoked. But the great divide still yawned wide between them. Mocking the feelings of this one and defeating his purpose new found. He cursed this vast cleft and flung insults into its depth where the darkness swallowed them without feeling. He looked to her and she opened her arms towards him beckoning him come forth. He looked down and then to her. Her eyes fixed his with needful stare. He then took reason and tossed it aside stepping out into nothing. Air caught his wayward step and took hold, anchoring him to nothing. He stepped again and again walking a fools path across dangers unknown. His gaze slipped from hers to the vast dark below. Shadows scrambled from the hole. The host of Hell vomited up spilling like pus from a wound. The grasped at his feet, needle claws of ice shot cold through his veins as death circled over head desiring this new flesh for his collection. His hand took hold of his sword as he prepared to fight all the demons of the underworld before they would deny him his purpose. He glanced up at her to gain strength and saw hope in her eyes. He knew then what he must do. He released his sword, not needing it’s keen edge here. He drew in this hope and purpose found new in this dead place and stepped again and again. He trod upon the serpents of Hell as a stair case to her. They howled in impotent rage as his boots crushed their heads. Then suddenly with a familiar softer sound his feet landed upon ground blessed with the presence of her.
He walked to her and made to fall to her feet as intended, but was blocked by her arms. He looked at her eyes and they shined with tears shed from love at this one. She wanted not worship, not to be adored from below. She wanted him to be at her side. He knew now what he always knew and now step by step the one walked towards a future lit with hope, purpose, and love.
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