Light Delight and Dark DispairAs a smile spreads across my facethe cold winter makes me shiveras the light from the sun melts the cold snowflakesthe world seems to shimmerAs the snow falls down onto the treesthe world I see turns whiteand the flakes of snow look like white beesfloating through the morning lightwhen the of white of the light turns into nightand the world goes dark and cold,I feel the burning sensation of endless frightfor what the darkness may beholdfor in the trees and the bracken woodand the bushes that are old and wearya lonely wolf hunts though the nightand makes the forest feel scarythe blood and mub strewn throughout the nightgive an odd sensation of fearand hiding in my home, filled with the frightthat I'm not the only one here.
The Sky's DelightThe Sky's Delight of the Northern LightsAs the colors dance across the blackand flash over the mountains backI feel it deep, into the boneand know that this will always be homeThe northern lights flickering in the skythe beauty of it all makes me cryas the tears of joy roll down my faceI stare in wonder into endless spaceThe sky is black, but my world is brightno feelings of sadness, grief or frightjust the moment in this place in the starsstaring at the light in this world of ours.
Future PromisesFuture's promises.Future promises us many things.the future can give us hopethe future can spark the courageto do what is neccissary,what you feel is rightthat is the power of moral valuesin time, these values will shape your futurein mind and bodyin heart and soulchange will occurand then skitter past as time goes onalthough the past is behind you.memories still remaingood or bad, they will always stay,to haunt you, or complete you.Memories shape the future.they can be your memoriesor someone elses.memories can turn words into perspectivesperspectives that are sharedcan change the world.Future can promise us many other things.a future can promise us family.a future can promise us life.a future can promise us changechange can promise more in the futureand that change just completes the circle of time.Memoriesidealschangelifeall these shape our worlds futurewe best put them to good use.
Passion of the Music.MusicThe neverending serenade of compassionfilling the body with pleasure beyond dreams,more than even my most avid sexual desires.When the notes flow through my ears,a thousand choirs of angels blast into my mindcreating the most enjoyable tones that are beyond words.Your fingers, either floating gently over a piano key,or playing the strings with the strongest focus.With all senses intuned to the idea;that even perfection has no control over the imagination.Some attempt to create music for payment and self gain.I create music for the feelings.the feelings that no matter what endevours I pursue,only the sweet sound of music has no imperfections,and no limitations to what you can create,and what you can accomplish.
Winters' WispsSnow is falling.Drifting in the air through the freezing chilltouching down gracefully on all surfacesmelting on skin, clinging to treesblanketing the world in white wonder.I wonder what it feels liketo be a snowflake.
The White WallWhat to do, what to do.This space is whitetoo white.Change is in order.Perhaps a light yellow Huebringing smiles to peaples facesperhaps bringing back memories of laying in summer flowersthe warmth of the sun eminating from it's surface.Maybe a red.A strong color of determination.igniting courage in the hearts of the viewercreating the ideas of change, freedom, justiceand a strong sense of hope.There is also blue.The color of the calm, the peacefull and kindness.the color that brings out imagination,thousands of thoughts flooding into your mindall because of one color.Hmm...Green.The feeling of relaxation just from its presence.Memories of mountains covered by trees,fields filled with flowers stretching to the horizonThe welcoming embrace where all problems drift awayand only happy memories and warmth remain.But still, this white is here...and it wont go away.blank of any feature, like the surface of the moon.no air, no life, no sky or clouds, just white.ima
The Burns of Stress.StressAs the exhaustion overtakes youand the bruises from all the mental bashesand the emotions running wild in your head collide,You collapse into a heapof broken feelingssitting therethe features of the ground pronounced tenfoldas even the tiniest sounds feel like strong blows to your earsand every single emotion turn into liabilitiesto your mental existanceyou break in twoin mind and body.sitting there alone.skittering away into your subconcious mind.away from pain, missery and exhaustion.You cower under the pressureof the truth that reality is something you must return towhere all the problems that caused you to be this wayrepeat themselves everyday to everyone.even you.
MistMistGliding over the waterspreading like disease through the treesengulfing the world in it's bleak abyssCreating an endless gray horizonof sorrow.
Distanced Companions.ChelsI have never met you in personYet it feels like I've known you for all timeWhen we first metI know we probably both had doubtsbut keeping you happy at that timewas all that I could live forand will be alwaysYou have been through tough timesand through those, so have Ibut throughout those time's we have sharedYou were all that matteredand will be always.We wouldn't have to be togetherto know how much we love each otheryet it's not a coupled love that most experienceit's all connectedto something much larger that can never be broken.and will be always.