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Can I has hugz plz?
My Heroes
braid of life
I.
In the beginning, we are born,
A soul around for the first time
In this grand scheme of the cosmos.
Vivid imagery surrounds us as we
Come into ourselves during this
Long journey into the world. Other
Souls mingle here, sharing the world
Until this incarnation subsides.
II.
Growth occurs in time, traveling this
Road of life, recurring again in repetition
As the circle continues to rotate, much
Like that of the Earth's rotation around
The Sun. We are born, we live, we die.
III.
In time, a Soul begins to comprehend
The memories that are obscured by dust
That sifts like grains of sand in an hourglass.
Memories that wink in and out like the
Twinkling of the stars that come out to
Play with the Moon at night, shedding a
Casual light onto the grand scheme of
The cosmos.
IV.
Realizations come into light, of meetings
That seem so much of chance, being
Random in their design, as souls travel
Onward through so many incarnations,
For souls are non corporeal and linger
Within the linear to bring forth memories
That can shine like the brightest stars.
It is this time, when souls shine the brightest
Within the timeline of life.
V.
The heart skips a beat as emotions
Are brought forth into the lime light,
While the soul recognizes that of
Some past companion, one from some
Other time, some other place. Shadows
Lift from within, casting such a glorious
Light that radiates with warmth and leaves
The soul singing much like a songbird
In the Spring. A grand gift this is! These
Memories that haunt the soul in dreams,
As well as waking life. They show the past,
These dreams, the memories of loved ones
Thought long lost to the depths of time.
Some linger longer than most,
But this is rare to find such a soul,
For more than most, souls cross paths for only
What seems to be the briefest of moments.
While others linger, they dwell within the
Heart and grow closer in each life. Some
May even call them soul mates, the ones
Who always find a way, find the path
Of those lost until the next incarnation.
VI.
Now is the time when all things click
Into place, signaling some sort of
Culmination of dreams, which spring
Forth into reality. Shared memories,
Shared emotions, glowing souls in the
Darkness. A soul once thought to be
Harboured for eternity in shadows now
Breaks its bonds to walk within the light
Of happiness, leaving the sadness behind
To linger in the dimness until some other time.
Hands tremble with excitement, nervousness
And all other emotions combined. The
Afterglow of sensing someone once known
Now found tingles the soul and it beams,
Glowing now like that of the Sun.
VII.
How long do paths cross? One shall
Never know for there is no timeline
To count the days, to count the moments
That are shared between two souls. As
Life comes full circle, with each incarnation
Of the soul, time begins to seem meaningless.
Should the braid of life ever fray, the bonds
Between shall always hold, for they are strong
Indeed! As shared dreams are once again
Placed out on the table of the cosmos, in
Vivid colours of the heavens. And the soul
Radiates, it bleeds, it feels and loves once
More. It is as if the Aurora Borealis have
Been birthed within the soul! This is the
Culmination of Fate's own hand, weaving
The threads of life as she goes about her
Work, and delicate work that is. For what
Brings those together, tis a mystery that
Shall forever be held within her tempered
Hands and nimble fingers as she places
Each strand of hair, our souls, into the
Never ending braid of life.
In the beginning, we are born,
A soul around for the first time
In this grand scheme of the cosmos.
Vivid imagery surrounds us as we
Come into ourselves during this
Long journey into the world. Other
Souls mingle here, sharing the world
Until this incarnation subsides.
II.
Growth occurs in time, traveling this
Road of life, recurring again in repetition
As the circle continues to rotate, much
Like that of the Earth's rotation around
The Sun. We are born, we live, we die.
III.
In time, a Soul begins to comprehend
The memories that are obscured by dust
That sifts like grains of sand in an hourglass.
Memories that wink in and out like the
Twinkling of the stars that come out to
Play with the Moon at night, shedding a
Casual light onto the grand scheme of
The cosmos.
IV.
Realizations come into light, of meetings
That seem so much of chance, being
Random in their design, as souls travel
Onward through so many incarnations,
For souls are non corporeal and linger
Within the linear to bring forth memories
That can shine like the brightest stars.
It is this time, when souls shine the brightest
Within the timeline of life.
V.
The heart skips a beat as emotions
Are brought forth into the lime light,
While the soul recognizes that of
Some past companion, one from some
Other time, some other place. Shadows
Lift from within, casting such a glorious
Light that radiates with warmth and leaves
The soul singing much like a songbird
In the Spring. A grand gift this is! These
Memories that haunt the soul in dreams,
As well as waking life. They show the past,
These dreams, the memories of loved ones
Thought long lost to the depths of time.
Some linger longer than most,
But this is rare to find such a soul,
For more than most, souls cross paths for only
What seems to be the briefest of moments.
While others linger, they dwell within the
Heart and grow closer in each life. Some
May even call them soul mates, the ones
Who always find a way, find the path
Of those lost until the next incarnation.
VI.
Now is the time when all things click
Into place, signaling some sort of
Culmination of dreams, which spring
Forth into reality. Shared memories,
Shared emotions, glowing souls in the
Darkness. A soul once thought to be
Harboured for eternity in shadows now
Breaks its bonds to walk within the light
Of happiness, leaving the sadness behind
To linger in the dimness until some other time.
Hands tremble with excitement, nervousness
And all other emotions combined. The
Afterglow of sensing someone once known
Now found tingles the soul and it beams,
Glowing now like that of the Sun.
VII.
How long do paths cross? One shall
Never know for there is no timeline
To count the days, to count the moments
That are shared between two souls. As
Life comes full circle, with each incarnation
Of the soul, time begins to seem meaningless.
Should the braid of life ever fray, the bonds
Between shall always hold, for they are strong
Indeed! As shared dreams are once again
Placed out on the table of the cosmos, in
Vivid colours of the heavens. And the soul
Radiates, it bleeds, it feels and loves once
More. It is as if the Aurora Borealis have
Been birthed within the soul! This is the
Culmination of Fate's own hand, weaving
The threads of life as she goes about her
Work, and delicate work that is. For what
Brings those together, tis a mystery that
Shall forever be held within her tempered
Hands and nimble fingers as she places
Each strand of hair, our souls, into the
Never ending braid of life.
Gmork finds serenity
天の龍 Ten no Ryū七つの封印 Nanatsu no Fūin
Under the Rose
Crystalline Blue
Crystalline blue frozen in time
shudder in Winter and sing in Spring
you run with the Universe
parched yet quenched as life filters
through in dreams hitherto encompass
memories already passed
Rocks blink beneath Sunshine bliss
catching their breath with each pass
Crystalline blue frozen in time
shudder in Winter and sing in Spring
you run with the Universe
parched yet quenched as life filters
through in dreams hitherto encompass
memories already passed
Rocks blink beneath Sunshine bliss
catching their breath with each pass
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wings of Time
Upon their wings they carry time
fluttering along,
singing their timeless song
carried on the breeze
to sing within the trees
Little birds of Harmony drifting
lazily through Summer's dress of
waving flowers and rustling leaves
Fluttering wings of time
shifting sands so white and fine
drifting in and out of dreams
Doves of Harmony
carrying time upon their wings
Upon their wings they carry time
fluttering along,
singing their timeless song
carried on the breeze
to sing within the trees
Little birds of Harmony drifting
lazily through Summer's dress of
waving flowers and rustling leaves
Fluttering wings of time
shifting sands so white and fine
drifting in and out of dreams
Doves of Harmony
carrying time upon their wings
Killing Loneliness
the first time I heard your voice
heaven was crooning most divine
lyrical bliss strewn with darkest delight
poetic resonance blended
perfect balance of notes and rhythm
forever hooked I am
to your words
to your voice
to your brilliance
for you roll like the ocean's waves
storming the sandy shores
Rick & Lorrha collabs
"Shimmered Innocence"
Pink smiles dance with the
breeze whilst the Sun adds her own
little tip toe through
those subtle cascading leaves
waving with their Summer charm
Memories dissolve
into wondrous days so pure
lanes traversed in tune
with precision's destiny
guiding each fashioned heart step
That echoes softly
upon the winds that brush with
an invisible
touch, playful as a child
laughing and spinning with joy
Innocence shimmers
upon Mother Earth's noble
essence, radiance
arrayed in a cavalcade
of beloved awareness
A coming home of
sorts drifting through soft scented
days whose charm lingers
between wrinkles that seem
to laugh away time's rough age
Refined hues beseech
clouds to lighten stormy moods
and allow nimble
blossoms to spread their glory
afresh with deft dignity
The sky, a chalice
from which life drinks deeply to
stir inspiration,
gentle breeze frolicking through
blooms of cherished elegance
"Tattered Tapestries"
Timid spirit, lost in chaos and knocking on windows,
wanders through brambles
that tear overtly exposed impulses and leave
behind jags of a pledge that will not reach fruition.
Withered accolades litter a well-worn path
where footprints linger engraved in crimson:
deposited dreams annihilated en masse,
replaced by eviscerated memories; unfelt.
A view into the past, etched and stained;
discarded and haphazardly cast
into a compost repository
unencumbered by labored attention.
Wraiths linger here in the shadows
dancing along the walls as if lovers lost in
some tango dirge as souls below wail
softly from shattered dreams of long ago
draped in tattered tapestries which billow as shrouds.
Discordant pleas echo off mannequin hearts
wanders through brambles
that tear overtly exposed impulses and leave
behind jags of a pledge that will not reach fruition.
Withered accolades litter a well-worn path
where footprints linger engraved in crimson:
deposited dreams annihilated en masse,
replaced by eviscerated memories; unfelt.
A view into the past, etched and stained;
discarded and haphazardly cast
into a compost repository
unencumbered by labored attention.
Wraiths linger here in the shadows
dancing along the walls as if lovers lost in
some tango dirge as souls below wail
softly from shattered dreams of long ago
draped in tattered tapestries which billow as shrouds.
Discordant pleas echo off mannequin hearts
too enraptured by pretenses to recognize
tranquility was never promised and fertile
aspirations, merely misguided illusions.
A cracked mirror offers no visage upon
which to look as distorted views and edgy
domains cross paths between thunder claps
quick the protruding eye rolls haphazardly back
into a dry socket only to stick like splinters
Whilst dawn creeps over the horizon,
a brilliantly shining orb - the Sun -
dances with a yawn
to chase away the dead spiders
strewn across a dew covered lawn.
wotever
