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Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
Long,long ago there lived a man
a wise wealthy old man close to death
he was willing to give all he possessed
for a chance to see what his heart most desired to see

Nobody could show him,though many tried
for the man would not tell what he desired to see
finally exhausted,the man fell asleep

A voice called to him from a distance
"Do you still desire to see what none could show you,
will you still give all you possess to see it?"
"Yes" the man replied

"Then look deep within the light and you shall see"
the man concentrated on the light in front of him
and he did see what he most desired to see
then a light that seemed to burn with the power of a thousand suns
burned his eyes
he awoke sweating and in complete darkness

He realized that he was blind
slowly he made his way to his front porch and sat in his favorite chair,
there he wept

The news spread quickly through the little village
soon his family and friends were by his side
all now aware that the old man was blind

Puzzled a young boy asked "Do you weep for your blindness
that you may no longer see?"
The old man pulled the small boy onto his lap
"Young boy" he said "I weep not for my blindness,for no longer have I need of my sight,I have finally seen what I most desired to see and no longer need to see".

All the family and friends asked "What did you see?"
the old man quietly chuckled,almost more to himself
and answered saying,"I have seen what I have lived my life for,
I have seen the face behind my faith
Though I may live the rest of my days in darkness
my heart lives in a beautiful vibrant light,
the same light that has guided me through my life
as a lighthouse guides a ship through the night
so will it guide my soul safely to harbor".
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
Walk in through the pale blueness of my eyes into darkness
you'll feel yourself falling
Seeing reflections of memories that were once my own
finally you land in a desolate place,feeling alone,

A soft haze covers the ground in all directions
suddenly the haze clears
you find yourself in the middle of a raging battle,
continuous and never changing

The battle is between two forces,both have wins and losses
casualties strewn about as if haphazardly thrown from above
the battle rages,you feel trapped,not knowing what to do
"Let the battles flow" a voice calls to you
for it's not the battles that matter, but the outcome of the war
It is but the flesh and the soul fighting for control
and it will be a constant struggle,where there can be only one victorious party
it is up to which party that will be

Which shall guide you,the body or the soul?

Which path shall you choose,the easy path that is wide and full of all that are lost or will you choose the path that is narrow and full of hardships and burden

Until you decide that,there will always be a battlefield behind your eyes.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
A lovers touch craved but not felt
one touch of her body
and surely I,d melt

Like a ghostly apparition
to be seen yet not touched
leaves a man feeling hollow
in search of his love

A love that he knows exists still today
where it has gone that I can not say
Oh elusive love
where art thou now?

You pass by
like a warm summers day
your passion I hope will ignite once again
and withstand the force
of the undying wind

Together once more
like the sun and the moon
we all have a soul mate
and I,ve found mine in you

In your absence is coldness
and unparalleled gloom
till I see your bright smile
my untouchable moon

When will you come back love?
to warm my cold soul
to banish my darkness
once and for all

I,ll leave the lamp burning
for if you,ve lost your way
just follow your heart
for it knows the way
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
My madness comes and goes
It ebbs and flows like an insane tide
Carrying upon it the strewn wreckage of a former life

"Try harder, make your life calls my insane sea, and I will again destroy it"
Always reaching,keeping my head above the ever pounding waves

Flowing towards an ever brightening distant shore,only to be pulled back
I try harder to do it again

Alas, I,ve been pulled beneath caught in the undertow
Held in a final embrace by the salty,sweet hands of my sea of madness
Then taken to the dark depths never again to smell the air or feel the sun
I guess I didn,t try hard enough.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
Calm and at peace as a lake made of glass,but alas the day has just begun.
Birds that dotted the shore now fly away as if startled,I look towards the horizon where looms that familiar dark cloud that is messenger to the storm,my storm that strikes without warning or reason devastation in it's wake.
Ending as quickly as it began ,returning once more to the ends of the earth from where it came only to haunt me,hanging on the horizon like a boulder balancing on a twig,capable of snapping at any moment,a harbinger of doom and great sorrow though never hitting with it's full impact.
I see the sun behind a veil of clouds,a slight chill comes to me,only me,everyone else still basking in the warmth of my dark sun.
As for me and my darkness,we shall keep playing with my storm.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
I remain constant,like black and like white
Words from me spoken have leapt into flight
Spiraling swirls of colors and mist
Have crossed over mountains
That fair sun has just kissed

My creation gives pleasure
It also brings pain
Seeing destruction and tyranny reign
Will you forsake me? My world I create
You give rise to the decadent
Have I made a mistake?

You ask of my name
For this I've not said
I am Alpha and Omega
Beginning and the end.

— The End —