Bottle with color keys..
Shallow ocean breeze..
Songs of tomorrow..
Lyrics of the past..
Sad shade and shadows..
At the center of light..
And the edge of darkness.
Swirls the twilight..
The colors said hello..
From a dark shadow child..
Only way to speak..
To a being of the light matter.
And so the world opens..
Inside and out.
In all directions I go..
At the end where I begin..
An expanse of colors..
Awaits my eyes..
White light flower pedals..
Spin around me in the night..
They know I am here...

WHAT ARE WE?

Time on my hands -
like blood at a ****** scene.

My face muscles frozen as I kneel before
the last form of belief that shall ever exist.


WHAT AM I -
But a time traveler that has but witnessed extinctions and destruction.
The last human shadow abandoned by moral values.
A forgotten and abandoned generosity at the cemetery of Existance.

I can barely remember how I got here,
As never have I imagined the world this place to be.

Never have I thought that wrinkles on the heart can tell such sad stories,
Nor did I imagine how hard it would be to keep the waterfall of words
from running over the cliff of the lips.
For, some eyes in this world have witnessed greater pain
than it can ever be fairly monumentalized.

WHAT HAVE I -
But grotesque images
And some predecessors' stories.
Nothing do I see but what world of agony wants me to see.


The energy of sorrow and despair
outbalanced the warm and bright rays of circle of birth.


WHAT ARE WE –
But soulless and narcissistic
yet self-abandoned creatures,
that criticize and worship
random crumbs and pieces of good deeds.
As for the better seldom does anyone know.
  
WHAT AMAZES US –
But our true forgotten existence -
Mystery of humanity, that surprises as a sudden shock of electricity -
That is nothing but a last sign of natural instincts that existed in
someone else's stories of what we had used to be.

Nothing to remember -
But melodramatic elegies
Of wars and losses,
Self-Abundance and social negligence
celebrated at the Inferno of wasted souls.

What do we love?
What have we become?

There was no sound..
At least thats how I remember it..
I forgot what the sun looked like..
We all have lived in darkness for the last 26 years.
We had to bring him here..
For what?
All he does is sleep.
We carried him all the way up here for nothing.  
I left my family to bring him here.
Some loser drug attic..
All he cares about is his high..
" Give me another hit."
"Give me another hit."
" Give me another hit."
Well we made it.
And nothing has happened..
The sky is still full of darkness..
And they are all coming for us..
All I can do is go down fighting..
We light up our swords and await our final battle..
And then it happened..
A beautiful light shined from him..
The drug attic was burning brightly..
I then realised later he was using the drugs to keep his power in check..
He then shot off to the darkest part of the sky..
The shadow heart that beats darkness..
There was no sound..
He looked like a shooting star slowly leaving the Earth..
As he hit the shadow heart light began to leak in..
And then all at once dawn arrived..
The old forgotten sun shined down a new day..

Almost..
So close..

Firewalk..
Burnt feet..

World record..
Malfunctioning machine..

The best of the best..
Got disconnected..

Beautiful poems..
Looked on over..

Singing songs..
Kicked out of the band..

Publish soon..
10,000 dollars short..

Fastest runner..
Sprained ankle..

Singing voice..
Everyone hates my songs..

Storyteller..
Afraid to share stories..

Almost..
So close..

Special personal log:
We had set sail early on the 20th day of the second month in the year of 1728.  The waters seem tame and the winds sang a pleasent south song.  Almost exactly a day out of dock we encounter what I can best describe as a blue sun in the ocean.   In the early morning twilight a blue light shined from below.    Lightning bolts seem to emit from the waters and dance about the starless sky.  It was then I saw with my own eyes a man floating above the sea spinning a long stick made of blue light above him.  His eyes glowed blue and he uttered a strange chant.   In that moment we were all blinded in an amazing flash of blue light.  A creature now was in the place of the man.  Its wings were grand beyond imagination!  It was a dragon!  It then flew beyond the sky leaving behind ripples of blue light.

Empty shadows sing me songs..

I try and don't try all at once.

I'm a diamond with no luster.

A light to dim to see.

No shine just glow.

Always have been.

Beautiful on the inside.

For no one to see.

Simple perfection is what I see in
your mesmerizing eyes, pulling me in, connecting ties to a lost insight on
life.

     It's not the first time; I knew we
     would meet again.

You  & I are the same you see. Two
living parts of one beautiful masterpiece.

     Complimentary colors & vibrant
     hues. Intertwining auras and
     ever-changing views.

We are the purest form of art. Painted and crafted in a way so divine, we're growing more beautiful, aging like fine wine...

Ghost Torch: Horse: Quiet Storm

When I was a baby I was sleeping in the night.. The indian chief walked into my tent to give me a name.. he then saw a torch floating over me. It was as if a ghost was watching over me holding a torch.. From that day forward I was known as Ghost Torch.. I was taken away from my tribe at a very young age.. I do not know what type of indian I am.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive.. I am 2 of 4 in this world.. I hunt the Nightmare storms that walk this Earth..

Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..

Weapons: Composite Long bow:
Helios Transformation: Lightning Phoenix Long bow wave series S.AWAY

Rogers Lason: Horse: Shy Raven..
At long last I can be at peace.. And my peace is not having peace.. I hunt this side of the world as 1 of 4.. I have not run into any of the other 3.. I must say, they must have something in common to me.. Reguardless, I will hunt the hellshadow.. Thats what I call them.. I have become part of an order that has hunted these nightmares throughout the ages.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive..

Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..

Weapons: 2x U.S. Revolver, Caliber .38, M1892
Helios transformmation
2X U.S. Revolver, Hyper automatic Leviathan wave series S.AWAY..

Some of those streaks of blue you see in the sky are not comets are falling stars.  Someone has found their star glass machine, hidden in the darkness of doubt and despair.  They have learned to ride and balance on thought. On memories of light and imagination caught, within a star glass machine the emotion engine starts.  

Endless blue blazing fills my Lightcycle machine, lightning bird wings spread far and wide, I travel at the speed of thought to places unseen.  Across the stars and into your mind.  I find the universe and your beautiful shine.  It is all endless! All forever! Eternal memories, Infintie light melodies.

Inside the broken building under the tall trees.
There was a hall.
Perfect and clean.
With lights that shine green.

Curiosity wispered to my soul.
Please keep on walking.
Lets find out whats below.

There was another hall.
Almost exactly the same.
Perfect and clean.
With lights that shined green.

The door way out of inside.
Went right back outside.
The trees I remembered here.
Had already died.

I walked across time.
In a moment in an instant.
Across the universe.
Where I only existed.
I N S I D E