Tears of an Angel

Angels weep softly
the tears of our hopes
our dreams
fall slowly to earth
leaving their lofty home
to dash against hard reality.
These angels weep,
then fall with their tears
push faster against the wind
and as the tears fall
rise again, radiant
as the dreams are not lost
but are given life anew.

Cold Winds

Let the cold winds blow over
tearing away the dusts of our ignorance.
We see the world as it is,
not for it's coverings
the trappings that shroud our eyes.
Move forward
into this new world,
its land laid bare before our eyes
and decide where to go from there.

On Love

I am a logical person. I tend to try and find reasons, causes, find whys to what happens. I may not constantly analyze things, but it does mean that I don't take things as they are for no good reason. I understand that randomness happens, but I try to find what causes that randomness, see the rules behind it. It's why I am able to succeed where I do, I find patterns, find what causes them, and apply that to similar situations. It is because of this that love is such a mystery to me, and why it is so interesting to me. Love proves time and time again to be so very illogical, so unknowable, and yet we are drawn to it like moths to flame. It has the potential for such pain, and it ends up being a very long shot in many cases, but still we press forward to seek it out. Why? For all my thinking I don't know. Even then, if one assumes that it is a wholly good thing and should be sought out, decisions made out of love, or for love, or to attain love, they are all done with such illogic that people seem to defy their own core beliefs in an attempt to attain it. People who are normally cautious and careful may charge forward with reckless abbadon for these reasons. Through experience, people can knowingly see a logical choice for a partner in this regard, and conciously avoid it for no other reason than a lack of "love". Love can't be a physical or mental trait then, because even when they align perfectly, love may not occur. It may be a part of the equasion, but it is certainly not the whole thing. The question that arises, then, is what the missing component is. For all my and other's thinking, it seems impossible to ascertain this unknown quality, be it inborn, something grown into, or a spontaneous creation. If it were known, would we be better off for it, though? I think not. Part of the alure is that we don't know. To solve the mystery is to rob it of its magic. Even so, however, we still move forward in our search, our curiosity and need to know overwhelming the multitude of reasons not to. Never ask why someone dosen't love you. That is not what you should ask. Ask instead why you love them. What is it that makes them so very attractive. Ask yourself, if another came along just like this one, could I love them. Would you love them the same? Or would you simply be a friend, as they lack an integral, unknown spark.

-Thiyr, 11.21.08, 3:00 am

The End of the Line

Growing,
ever growing.
I move forward.
For so long,
I have waited for this growth.
Waited to see
how the future unfolds.
It has come,
and it was good,
but now more than ever
I wish to return
to that blissful wait.
With every step
you were at my side,
and the prize is made less sweet
without you here to share it.

-Dedicated to my greatest friend, may we return that way soon-

Wind

Life continues,
one moment at a time,
in a sudden kind of clarity
which only comes
with a gentle nudge,
an imperceptible force
like a breeze
so small you don't notice
until it pushes you over the edge.

Spirit of the Forest

I have no regrets
but I worry.
I worry that the choices I have made
for which i had no alternative,
may have brought the end.
And while each end brings life
one still mourns the the forest burning
each tree, a memory, dying
to give birth to the new.
What can I do
but watch it burn,
cursing my own inability
and praying
that the spirit of the forest may yet live on.

Nothing

Tears fall
Not from sorrow
nor joy
but from nothing.
They move slowly,
and then disappear
from nothing
to nothing,
returning from whence it came.
As they fall and return
I cannot help but wonder
if, like the tears,
we shall return
to the nothing where we began
or if we shall move on
to a new beginning,
a new nothing to explore.

Sight

Obscured from vision,
I cannot see what I most want.
While I know it is here,
I cannot percieve where,
its location masked.
And as I turn and see
the path which led me here,
I am reminded why I search.
Those that would help me,
all but distant memories,
scattered along the path.
I am alone once more,
and though I hear my name being called,
encouraged forward, for there is no other path,
My vision is impared by the path I have chosen.
and so, I despair.

Words

Lost.
I can't find them again
nor am I sure I ever had them.
Their absence bring worry, dread
the deepest of fears.
But were they here,
their presence would bring the same.
What power they hold over man
that something so insubstantial
could cause such terror.
Mere words.

Damnation

Damned for a choice
before it's even made
no matter the answer
it ends the same.
Everyone has a moment
a choice
that they must make
or be destroyed.
But to choose is as bad.
But there is hope
slim, fleeting hope.
among the devastation, rebirth occurs.
And so we survive.
living until we can no longer rise again.

Fear

Fear, an eternal emotion
Known, it becomes dull.
Embraced, it becomes nothing.
Controlled, it becomes power.
Yet even then, it still is.
Something to be respected,
for when fear controls us,
our life turns to madness.

Peace

Peace of mind
what I had searched for
comes at unexpected times.
the haze of doubt
fear
confusion
it is lifting
letting me rest
at peace.

Inspired by:
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To the Light

What is this?
A feeling of unease.
Your words come through
Speak volumes to me
And yet still it comes.
It is warning me
pushing away
yet I charge forward,
eager to see for myself
what could cause such panic.

Chaos Consume

Chaos consumes my mind
Inable to decide
what is right or wrong
what is good, what is evil
taking my mind away
and leaving naught but the void.

Learning

To cut off what brings pain
leaves only memories
And these, which cannot be removed
hurt the soul too deep.
Instead, embrace pain
for in it, lessons learned
are able to further ourselves,
Burning away ignorance.

Conflict

Mind and heart
two connected entities
locked in eternal conflict
struggling for control
deadlock
They cannot stop
cannot win
but their force rips the world asunder.

Fire

You're killing me by degrees
slowly, so slowly
Like a fire stuck in time
It grows, consuming me
it burns
So I strike out
try to extingush
Smother the pain
it seems to have gone
until you breathe life to it again
igniting the embers once more.
I am consumed.

Birds

Free as a bird
Plummeting through the sky
no matter what is done
one can only move slightly,
only slowing, never rising
it finishes the same for all
a swift end upon meeting the earth

The End

Your final chance.
no mistakes.
no regrets.
no turning back.
know what you want.
I'd help if I could
but there's nothing I can do.
so go on.
decide.
and end this tonight.

Drums

The sound of two drums
Pounding out of beat
reminds me of the heart.
Incomplete without its partner,
Pounding,
Waiting for its accompaniment.

Fate

What makes these things
happen to these people
at these times?
Fate.
Woven by an unseen hand,
it encaptures us,
leads us along
by gossamer thread
pain upon suffering
until it snaps
the moment we recieve respite,
only so that we may find
a new thread waiting
a new road to follow

Machinery

Sometimes I feel like a broken machine
Without function, and worth too little to fix.
And with no path to follow
I simply wait
For someone to have more interest
than I do in myself,
and to be remade for some new end.
But for now I must simply be
this, a broken machine.

The Child

A child sits
alone, cold
and yet he smiles
and as many pass by
none notice
none stop
save one
and they sit
together
a question
why?
the child sits
thinks
and says
I knew
I wait
someone come
I knew that
and smile.

Silence

Deafening silence
strikes more fear in me
than any beast of the wild
as when it comes
it means only one thing
that I am alone

Ghosts

You enter my mind unbidden,
Like a ghost of the past
And what I once thought to be good
I now know not how to judge
Not blessing
Not curse
an everpresent memory
seeking reality once more.