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Solaces Feb 15
The dark forest was full of whispers.
Voices of yesterday and tomorrow.
A ghost looks for his lost sister.
A phantasm full of sorrow.  

Music is played by the trees.
Melodies and notes.
Sung out by the rustling autumn leaves.
Without lyrics or quotes.

Starless is the sky.
Absent is the moon.
Only a blanket of shadow high.
And trees with unseen runes.
Solaces Feb 1
(Is there an emotion for mystical? I suppose it would be to be mystified. Perhaps awe is the word I am looking for.  I was in awe at the sight of him! I was beyond mystified!)

It started in the Yellow Wastelands.  Where life went to die.  As life dies there, they become a part of the Yellow Wasteland adding to his spread and growth becoming a sort of crystalline lattice.  All go willingly to the crystalline whisper. The whisper in recent theory emanates from the shining yellow crystals that grow among the Yellow Wasteland like blue bonnets in the Texas spring.  Once the Whisper is heard the victim willingly partakes in what we call The March. The March is a mindless saunter to The Yellow Wasteland where upon arrival they lay in the yellow dirt and slowly begin crystalizing. We have tried stopping The March. But have been unsuccessful for many years.  During the state of the march the victim gains a strange, extraordinary ability to control others as they see fit. If one or a group of people, try and prevent the march they will be controlled by the whisper to put the victim back on track.  The final equation that we cannot solve is why one hears the whisper.  There seems to be no pattern whatsoever.

On this day my daughter heard the whisper. We walked with her for hours on end.  My wife and son followed shortly behind whilst I walked beside her talking about memories and music.  My son then caught up and started to play his lute. He played song after song and sang beautiful lyrics that they wrote together.  My wife would then catch up to fix our daughters hair and clean her face as we walked and walked toward The Yellow Wasteland.  There were times where we would walk all together in a line and pray and pray.  

Over the Wolf's crossing trail was a hill. The hill was now called.
" The Last Ascend."    The Yellow Wasteland can be seen below.  We started the ascend up the last ascend.  Tears flooded all our eyes as we were powerless to stop The March.
Toward oblivion.
  Feb 1 Solaces
Onoma
the Loch ness Monster

sidewinds.

extending the shadows

of its neck...underwater.

those shadows won't

wash off, until The Loch

Ness Monster,

pays another visit.
Solaces Jan 30
All the colors I have seen seem like black and white.
This place had colors and showed what emotions look like.
There were no names of anything.
Just divinity, serenity, and beautiful light springs.

Switching colors now.  

The blaze is a feeling of warmth and coolness at the same time.
Your body will experience absolute all-in pleasure.
As you past forth the boundaries your brain has created.
You will activate the Interdimensional triggers in your extremities.
Moving into the other side and beyond.

Switching colors now.

It was in the fall.
Thats when I see them leave.
On a moonless night.
The stars leave from the sky.
Leaving behind a stellar phantasm of sky jellyfish in their place.
Solaces Dec 2023
The light here was me.
In depths unknown and unseen.
I walk on the stars of seven.
And found that I was above heaven.
Solaces Dec 2023
The lines drawn out on the palms of my hands.  
Was a map to a place divine that I could not understand.
Intertwined paths and roads.
The maps of my hands seem more like codes.

The first solution was to leave my name behind.
Venture forth nameless and light the way divine.
Walk forth through the shadow veils.
Let your soul set its light sail.  

Let the winds of truth take you past the expanse of shadow.
Let the lost ones see your lantern in the lost meadow.  
Become the balefire that lights their map home.
Put an end to their aimless roam.

The lost ones have all become lanterns with you.
The veils melt away as the collective light shines true.  
The map of my hands was never for one.  
The paths and roads intertwined us together to become the sun.
Heaven
Solaces Dec 2023
Looking up at the stars here was much the same as gazing at them back at home.  The difference was the unknown constellations painted upon the new heavens vault before me.  On the other side of the universe, I find myself star gazing and thinking back to the moment of how normal everything was for me.  I could remember just staring into the endless expanse of beauty back at home and falling in love with what my imagination created for me.  It was a safe scenario where I always came out on top. I was the hero that defeated some unknown evil that lay dormant underneath the Earth.  So many stories. All with a safe outcome.  And yet somehow that person still exist there. Safe and so naive to what is really going on.

I am still trying to figure it out myself. Those small moments of star gazing are a beautiful peace of mind to all the madness and chaos that flow forth from an unknown spring of evil.  I was never a hero (Only in my mind) I was never brave, nor had the courage to confront all that I feared.  I was a person that let the river take me and did my best to just stay afloat.  And yet I was chosen for this.  To weld this immense unimaginable power.  To become a beast of blue star fire and light.  A mage of blue flames and cosmic torrents.  And although I am on the other side of the Universe, the true perspective is that my journey has just begun.

I look upon a triangular like constellation similar to that of Libra back at home and feel the call there.  The light vernacular of those three stars speak to my eyes in a universal like plea.  Many patterns cycle on through all meaning the same.  The one I recognize is S.O.S.  I align my staff to the constellation in the sky as it sets a course for me to safely navigate my way to the cosmic call for help. I then transform to the star dragon and spread my light wings. In moments I am in root toward the unknown libra like constellation moving at the speed of thought.
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