Ill try to explain and describe what I am seeing inside this massive expanse of light.  

Inside is outside and outside is inside.  The light kisses my armor and soul with such a welcomed embrace I am certain I will soon be a part of it.  I will shine forth eternal never fearing death.  I will illuminate all that is dark and vanquish all that is evil.  

After my thoughts run rampant for just a moment I see at this center an ocean made of watery light.  I then realize I am floating in it.  The waves of light water take me under and I am back in the expanse of light.  This seems to happen more often as I near the being at the center of this expanse of shine.  

Imagine being surrounded by light.  There is nothing to see.  Nothing but light.  But at this moment I am looking at a light that outshines all other light.  It looks a lot like a sun that has turned into a diamond. A sun filled diamond.  So beautiful a dream could not conjure it.   At the center of this was him.  This diamond sun that surrounded him was in fact a sort of barrier or shield protecting him from all light and darkness.

His eyes were made of white sun fire.  He looks to me and embraces me with his eternal shine.   He speaks only one word.  " WELCOME"  
S DIVERS

I have come to a corner of the universe where the balance has shifted insanely toward the light.  Its like being inside a star.  There is no darkness whatsoever.  Darkness has no place here.   There is a being here that is emitting this near infinite light.  At the center of this galaxy sized mass of light he shines and burns away darkness.  My armor begins to absorb this near infinite light.  My power levels reach a level beyond thought.  I want to be part of this light. Vanquish all darkness.  I close my eyes and feel the light course through my soul and aura.  This light however is not pure.  It is made out of love, revenge, and hate.   Its intentions are good.  But the ramifications could be catastrophic.   It wants to rid the universe of all darkness.  Everything would become illuminated.  We would lose the night. We would lose our shadows.  There would be nothing but light as we would become a part of it and then one in and of itself.  Simply stated it would be the end.  I must stop him.  This being of light.   S-DIVERS

The ace of hearts
sat down at the table
feeling oh so confident
stares at the three of spades
in his pocket

While the king of diamonds
eyes his diamond queen
in his mind
the ten
hides behind the jack

The queens figured
tonight was the night
they were going to get laid

The deuces were quietly weeping
wondering if another deuce
on the table was going to be played

The ace of hearts
his heart was racing
as the ace of spades
made its way
followed by the ace of diamonds
and a diamond three
a rare drop
was all he could say.

The king of diamonds
to his court he smiled
as the deuce of diamonds
sparkled on the table

The queens, they trembled
wondered if the only thing getting laid
was their heads on the chopping block
this day

The third deuce had joined the pair
his heart was lifted
but still in despair
the deuces looked down the river forlornly
Many have lost it all for more

The ace of hearts was feeling cocky
a warm fullness washed over him
he looked out at his life
figured all he could do was win
he believed in love
sometimes you gotta go
all in
he smiled as he waited at the dock of the river

The king still flushed with diamonds galore
their sparkles blinded him
he joined the ace in the fog
it was either this or that
there were no more games to play

Now faced with two endings
which path to take

The queens had
had enough
on the table they folded
into a fatal swoon

Three deuces
he wavered
his hands were trembling
the game ain't over until
the rent money is gone

Gamblers
some are optimists
some are realists
some are looking for salvation
some are going to play
until they have no more left to pay
looking for death, so they say
driven by compulsions rage

all ask the question
is
this a streak or a slump?

Which was the deuces on this day?
The optimist joins the fray
The realist he folds goes on home to play another day,
All pray.

On your playing field
so far away
what is the play?
Which are you today?

As many endings
as there are
combinations of cards
sometimes it even rains frogs

The room was quiet
the aces full
the king flushing
three deuces - waiting
what to do?
I guess I am the optimist today
the sun is shining after five days of rain

A distant sight
down the river came
as the two of clubs
was beating the water's edge
running and laughing
all the way.

I once found the moon in a forest
of fir two hundred foot tall,
it's face being lovingly polished
by fish in a silver pool,

the water was deep like a riddle,
as dark underneath as the pine,
I swam like a thief to the middle
but that slippery silver
                        refused to be mine.

i had seen this old indian outside alot..
he was moving rocks and digging holes here and there..
i asked him if he needed help..
he spoke in indian to me but i more less knew he said "yes please help me"...

i did alot of the work for him..
his old body could no longer really move or lift some of the rocks he wanted to move..
we followed this strange old writing in some old piece of cloth which he seem to understand..
the old writing was like a diagram or map on where to put these white stones we were moving..

i wanted to ask him why we were doing this..
i try to use sign language the best i could..
his answer was a pointed finger to the sky..
as i was done putting the stones in place the old indian dug up one last hole..

he then grabbed my shoulder and pointed to the top of a mountain about a mile away..
then he pointed at the hole..
i more less understood that the final stone had to be on top of that mountain..
so i made my way up..

much of the rock on the mountain was more of a red color..
let alone the mountain was not to hard to scale..
there was only a few places where i really had to climb..
finally when i made it to the top there i saw it sitting there..

the white rock seem out of place up here..
i gathered it and put it in my pack..
i look down toward the indian in hopes he was looking up at me..
then i saw what we had been doing..

the white rocks we were placing in the ground created a symbol that was on that piece of old cloth..
this final rock would make that symbol complete..
as i headed back down the mountain the wind begin to pick up..

the wind carried a smell of atmoshere (rain) it was quite nice..
my little adventure back down seem to stir up a storm on the horizon..
as i finally made it back to the grounds i noticed the storm almost above us..
there i saw the old indian fully dressed in a beautiful head-dress..
his face painted with black and red..
although old he still looked like a warrior!
he then held out his hands and i gave him the final white stone rock..
It begin to rain as he placed it on the final spot he had dug up..

The symbol was complete..
He then signaled to me to come to him..
I went to him as we stood at the center of the rebulit symbol.
He then pointed to the sky.
I looked up and saw the sky light up..
Lightning then danced all around us!
I was scared at first but saw that the stones were absorbing all of the lightning..
Then a sound alot like thunder came from the clouds..

The clouds seem to open up as i saw these strange lights emerge from inside the storm..
A vessel of some sort hovered above us..
I was in absolute awe!
I could not speck and was suprised that i remembered to breathe..

A person or something waring a head-dress made of light came from the vessel..
It took the old indian inside the vessel and then away back into the storm clouds..
There was then a surge of lighting once again and all the white stones flew into the air and seem to wisp away in all directions..
I know I saw what I saw! But till this day no one believes me..
I am now in search of all the white stones and have been for the last 50 years..

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015

It's not a hobby. Be prepared to give your life to it.
Read, read, read: The more poetry you read now,
the better your's will become.
Don't quit your day job. No one ever got rich writing poetry.
If you are seeking fame or to get laid,
there are obviously easier methods.
Ignore criticism, unless it is useful, and even then be wary.
Consider: Your feelings do not constitute the universe;
your love life may not be all that interesting.
Write every day. Don't wait for the Muse.
She is a fickle ***** prone to take random vacations.
Forget originality. It will paralyze you.
Write like a ******. That's what poets are.
Look forward to embarrassing yourself.
Say it in the fewest, best words.
Nothing is easy. Be prepared to burn for it.
Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.

~mce