There was an ocean, forms of blue merged as one,
It sunk deep into hearts like a blade, sometimes like a stone,
Leaving scars aplenty, it scorched each surface it touched,
But for one.
It's power, unfathomable, reaching beyond mortal,
Into the charms of time and intertwined with light,
Spreading its tentacles, breaching all limits,
But for one.
For each ray of life it takes, leading down in endless paths,
Circles of hope and fires of savior beneath lay crushed,
Leaving only ruins of cause, ending in destruction of all,
But for one.
Where the fear of the impossible was engulfed,
Where the unfathomable was unchallenged and free to run,
Where the heart of a spirit accepted this power,
The one, untouched, stayed lingering, into the times to come.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
It's in you.
Everyone, regardless of how saintly their intentions be, finds reason to blame another. The best of us do it lesser, but the average man throws fault at everyone around them. Why did things go wrong? Where did it fall apart? Who did this to me? It's always someone else. Something happens, and there we go, hunting like scavengers for the reason, why did this happen to me? We follow our footsteps into the past until we find someone else's intertwined in ours, that led us to the path we are on. Those footsteps are the culprits. Yours were led onto the path you tread on right now, it was all because of those footsteps that you went off course. And crashed.
Few of us take a turn from our self-absorbed thoughts and realise that everything that happens, everthing, is self-determined. You are the one that controls your destiny. You are the cause for your pain, for your sorrow. You make yourself happy, you bring to your feet the ghost of contempt. If something went wrong, the footsteps of the past do nothing but give you something to shield yourself from your demons, your vices. It is this mask that endangers you, it's this curtain of oblivion that gives you happiness of the worst kind, happiness that is temporary, happiness that you yourself eventually will lose. Nothing can save you but yourself. You are your own god.
Few of us take a turn from our self-absorbed thoughts and realise that everything that happens, everthing, is self-determined. You are the one that controls your destiny. You are the cause for your pain, for your sorrow. You make yourself happy, you bring to your feet the ghost of contempt. If something went wrong, the footsteps of the past do nothing but give you something to shield yourself from your demons, your vices. It is this mask that endangers you, it's this curtain of oblivion that gives you happiness of the worst kind, happiness that is temporary, happiness that you yourself eventually will lose. Nothing can save you but yourself. You are your own god.
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