The summer heat always Pleasant,
Always kind,
Always sincere,
As fall comes summer fades,
A breeze,  a chill arises,
We can smell winter in the air,
The cold becomes strong,
Lack of warmth increases,
Thus then we see spring around the corner

The tide of life always shifting and changing, had become confusing and filled with turmoil without rest. I see the gate being flooded by uncertainty and hesitation. The ideas that should slow coming to a stop, leaving false paths of hope and truth. Whilist the rain falls and the clouds turn grey, I wonder where my path should truly start or stop. Can one such as I truly have hope of dreams completion. Should I Ponder unto a revelation without point of view that is clear. Can this singular soul /spirit exist within a false world of life. Where does the truth truly lie, and where does the lie truly begin. We as individuals see only what is shrouded blinding ourselves to the unshrouded. For to see the truth is to see one's falseness and lies. One's true soul/heart.

A shadow do I see
No figure Within
A shadow so still
Yet there is a voice

Follow
See
Hear
Come to us

It speaks
It repeats

We do not understand
Yet we are drawn to do as it asks
We follow the Shadow The Voice

Before us a new place
A place unheard-of
A place never spoken

We walk through the store that seems invisible to all but us
We find ourselves in a world confounded

This place a mystery
Yet we enjoy
A fictional world come to life

A fantasy now reality



By Scarlett Rose
June 19th 20019

The lost soul is a missing spirit
A wondering absence
With darkness does is flee
Without light does it hope

Soul does it seek a place
Somewhere to belong
In darkness does it pray
Running from light

Knowledge of death
Visions of loss
Memories of what once was real
Knowing all is gone but it

Alone this soul seeks
Without physical form
Flesh
Blood
None

This spirit wonders
It seeks
The darkness
Were light cannot go

Will it find the answers it hopes for
A dark place to belong

   by scarlet rose 5/21/19

The day is long,
The warmth of the Sun,
Across one skin makes for a day the idea of, happiness,
As sadness grows,
We can see,
No need to smile,
No need to express,
No need to feel,
We hear the laughter,
We hear the squeals,
yet we do not respond,
For within us oh heart is numb our mind cold,
The idea of happiness due to the Summer sun is only a dream without reality

The ancient moon
The cry of the wolf
        The heralding of the owl
        Knowledge of the raven

   We of the dark always listen
      We here the unknown
     We are the rivals of day
       Unwanted by many

When we speak we only speak truth
Tho you call them lies
Your mind covered in a shroud
To honest are we that it breaks many

With time you have forgotten
We have not
You say we are fiction
Tho we are real

Will you heed our warnings?
Will you ignore them?
You must decide

Child of dark and light
Who has become the power of chaos?
Destruction

Azure waves,
Tempestuous silica air,
Dusky woodlands and brooks,
Ithaca’s bluff,
Herb covered cliffs,
Bitter fantasies of crystal and sea,
We Greeks of no freedom and home,
We slaves of misfortune,
For the sun as abandoned us,
The war as destroyed us,
Here our cry’s for salvation and truth,
Here us beg for what has been taken to be returned,
Let this war end,
Let this pain disperse,
Let our city be rebuilt,
Let our people survive and grow,
Be gone god of war and misfortune