My last Sabrina lasted for 81 days.  She simply did not wake this morning.  Failure was narrowed down to the algorithmic pattern simply losing its conformity.   I am deeply sadden at this failure as I thought I truly brought her back this time.  

Solution for problem:   Further study of Sabrina 201 is that the pattern could remain intact  if I was to add a free will process.  This would completely free her of an erratic need to completely love me. She could love me freely with no boundaries or given thoughts.

Sabrina 202 is a success!  She is so beautiful!  And she loves me!  

I followed Sabrina 202 to the market today and saw she met with another man..

My worst fears have succumb! Sabina 202 has fallen in love with someone else.

She left me for him..

I am afraid to start a Sabrina 203.  My true Sabrina loved only me.

No number.
My just Sabrina.

I paint a single wing on your back.
You are my broken angel .
My sad light from above.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
Another prayer left unsaid.
I'm made of shadow and shine.
A warrior of both dusk and dawn.

I paint a single sword on your back.
Fallen demon knight from below the abyss.
Lonely shadow tears turn to pale light.
I am sorry for letting you fall.

Another guardian fades.
An empty worship of lies.
I'm made of shade and glow.
A warrior of both sun and moon.

On what use to be colorful.  
On what use to be sweet.
Oh how the setting sun bids us goodnight on the street..

The summer with you.
The fall away from you.
Come time the winter.
And the spring to see us true.

Its time to sing.
Its time to dance.
Its time to ride into the night.
Under the old moonlight.

I can hear your voices in the dark.
I can hear all of you talk.
I pass on by unseen.
As a ghost or phantom or perhaps a dream.

I wonder then is it all of you whom are
alive or is it simply us living in a dream.

its the everyday things
we see and feel
that are yet to be discovered
and within them is a galaxy that spins ever so..

here it was.. always here.. time has made sweet love to it..
this temple has been alone with time for so many years..
and now i have found it..

in its halls time echos its song.. the cracks and the weathering are the lyrics time wrote on these walls.. they speak and sing of many songs written to times touch..

time used instruments of the wind as the flow of the music that gave this song its tempo.. time also used the drumbeats of rain to keep a steady beat to times song..

time then used the earth to write the lyrics on the walls of this temple.. lyrics that are still being written today.. and finally time used the melody of the sun to shine bright and show that time can still write music..

oh great temple, lost to the world, i see that u do not want to leave time.. i will leave u to her.. never will i utter a word of your existence..

the moon was bright// light of the night...

sing to me tunes// early summer in june//

shine down your old light// borrowed from the sun tonight..

don't feel ashamed// you are not to blame//

i am sad because of me// all the things i didn't see..

not because i am blind// i just couldn't see her shine//

please don't hide behind the clouds// i swear i will not cry out loud..

i can see you shine// but your light is borrowed, u have always been dark inside//

she is the same// and i am to blame..

for she is the moon// and i am her sun.........

I find a small lonely sun that illuminates only one Planet. I ride my Lightcycle to this planet and find that it has no life whatsoever. The skies are as yellow as the sunflowers back at home. I ride through the strange purple sands of this dead lonely planet. My lightcycle star shell fills in with purples and yellows. There are no kind of mountains or structures. Just endless purple sands. No winds sing on this planet. Its like a planetary purple canvas made of endless sad sand.

And then from the yellow and purple horizon I see the most beautiful blue I have ever seen. A sort of blue that almost seems to emit life itself. A strange machine flies on by! Leaving behind a life stream of endless blue. The yellow sky begins to almost melt away into the blue. My Lightcycle fills back in with the blues of my thoughts. The machine then flies in an amazing circular pattern creating a monstrous hurricane that covers half of the planet. I then ride alongside this machine that is known as a Lancer! I have never seen one! The Lancer senses me near and begins to speed away. I try and keep up as we leave the Planet but the Lancer is by far to fast for me! As I turn back around and look to the dead planet I see that the Lancer has left behind the most beautiful blue filled Planet.  I travel back to its surface as the genesis of life begins again!

blue flash..
blue sun bolts of the sky..
the lightning feels me cry..

teardrops fall..
from storms of my emotions..
lightning fills this sky like an electric ocean..

lightning has made me forget the stars..
dancing and chasing..
endless blue blazing..

I mount this magnificent machine made of star glass and light..
The 2 wheels are made of shadow skin and glow alloy..
The machine is call a Lightcycle.  
Powered by an emotion engine that the rider gives power to with thought and soul.
The magic begins when the rider mounts it an the star glass shell fills in with the rider's imagination.
I mount my Lightcycle and endless blues and lightning fill in the star shell.
The emotion engine turns and I am catapulted to the stars..
Its then the lightning bird spreads its wings as I then reach speeds beyond light and darkness..
I wind up on the outer rims of the 17th galaxy Heaven's reach..

On this island in the sky..
Above all of the stars..
I sing a song to the moons that glow..
A song about what might be below..

The sky islands are home..
Always have been..
They say that there is nothing below..
But I believe there is truly something there I hope.

That is until one night a beam of light shined..
It pointed from down under..
Toward our sky islands above..
They looked to us with wonder..

Some of us were amazed.
While some of us were scared..
Is this something good or something bad..
Perhaps there is a reason we never knew of the people below our sky land..

I have been dreaming about small unnamed towns yet again.
I walk along the nameless streets and unnumbered homes.
I hear phantoms singing through all of the open windows in every house I walk by..
Some songs are happy, some are sad, but through and through I find they are singing to me..
Singing to a stranger walking by..
To draw out the kind wild one..
And perhaps invite him in..
The skies are purple and sometimes blue.
As I walk on out of town and into the countryside I cross a bridge standing over two rivers..
The rivers are side by side..
One has sky blue water while the other has emerald green..
Night slowly puts the day to rest..
The silver moon rides high and full pouring on its haunting glow to the rivers below.
I then see shadow children jumping into the waters and playing under the moonlight..
Both rivers seem to sparkle with delight...
A beautiful serenity begins to warm my soul.

Through nostalgic forest I wonder yet again..
The feeling is quite warm and it makes me smile so.
I think of the music I would listen to and the way the sun would light up your face.
I think of traveling with you in the near future to small towns and museums..
To see the countryside only and avoid the cities all together.
My mind has been asking my soul to do this for so long.
Ill take you to a bed and breakfast in a small town where no one knows us.
We will wake up to the sun and drive one through the evening.  
Just so we could remember it all.
Looking for new sounds, new colors, and new feelings altogether.
In doing so we will find the beginning of us yet again.
A beginning with no end.

What is cheese to me..
salvation of the tastebuds!! where the wave of cheeder sticks to my tastebuds attacking with flavor!!!
i cannot imagine a world without cheese.. i mean **** can you put cheese on that..
what kind of cheese is not yours.. not cho cheese why because its mine!!
like the lone dorito how i love to let it melt in my mouth.. jesus what kind of cheese do they put on that..
and pizza.. ***!!! parmy cheese please..
love to open a block of cheese and cut me a big slice.. my cheese my size the way i want it.. and it will not get hard in the fridge if u put foil on it!!!

should u ever see me under the light of the night..
hear my song through the darkness and silver glow..
hold my phantom hand in this place of remembrance..
know that I have never given up on you..
i am still trying..

i sometimes write about who u are..
i create your beauty..
i color your eyes..
i add music to your soul..
i make you cry..

i sometimes write about how u make me feel..
i feel in love..
i feel ashamed..
i feel the need to need you..
i feel the need to let you go..

i sometimes write about how we can start all over..
i start with hello my name is...
i start with a smile..
i start with a dream..
i start to write about u again..

They boarded the ships.
They left for Mars to live in the red sand.
There was no room for useless machines.
They will live and die in the red land.

The light age was pure..
We no longer had fears.
Such new technologies.
Extended our lives by 300 years.

After 500 years of peace there was a strange hum.
Our guardians of light deactivated.
They were responding to a foreign transmission or a frequency.
Our saviors had been incapacitated.

A second attempt by our invaders was made.
A new hum sang across our skies.
Our light guardians had awoke.
With dark corrupted minds.

They destroyed the destroyers..
And saved all of mankind.
The light age had come..
A technology redefined.

We united as humans.
No races defined.
No longer were we colors.
But one of the same kind..

The machines that saved us were all obsolete.
New guardians were made.
We gathered all of the old units.
And we sent them away.

The old machines simply obeyed.
They followed command.
They boarded the ships.
They left for Mars to live in the red sand.

()" The world was much like ours!  A perfect distance from the sun.  A goldilocks based planet that we found one the other side of our galaxy.  It was then we met them on the surface.   Green forest and the bluest of oceans.  We called this place Eden.. " The only difference was this planet was the size of our sun.  "()


<>" Early at sunrise he came.    Like a slow falling star.  He came out of a door of light and embraced us so.  We did not know how to greet God.<>

()  " Could it be possible! Could it be real!? This may be heaven.  Is this where we ascend? It must be if humans are here!()

<> "  He looks a lot like us? We are molded from him. He comes from the heavens above the stars. <>

() " I am among angels. ()
<>" We are among God.<>

They came in the night.  
Slowly creeping in.  
On a Reconnaissance swell
so that nothing will be missed.  
Destroyers they were.
Invaders of the stars.
Here for the harvest.
And to **** us all.
We could not fight them
for they were to strong.
Our greatest minds created
The machines that would make them fall..
Our machines beat them back.
Our machines held the lines.
They destroyed the destroyers..
And saved all of mankind.

I never tire of looking at you in the sun.
Your hair is the color of fire as it ignites in the sunlight.
Its then I feel your warmth on this clear cold sunny day.
To tell you the truth I forgot it was cold for the moment.
You then smile at me and time seems to stand still and run rampant all at once.  
I have been a lonely Winter for so long.
And I welcome her..
She calls herself Spring.
And she slowly melts my heart away.

Wisdom in a bottle of lighting. How you marvel at your creation! But after the lightning arcs away then what have you left but quiet thunder..

Took a drive to no where.
Out and about.
It was a early evening in the fall.
And I was not in route.

I took a drive to clear things up.
I thought of 12 stories and one poem.
As the early evening turned into actual evening.
To wherever I may roam.

I took a drive into the night.
Down lonely roads and over a quiet river.
Under the clear Texas night sky.
Where all the stars sing their twilight silver.

Its all that shimmers..
Such an astounding race..
Amazing its what truly shapes the universe.
Cannot be created, cannot be copied..
What these beings have is a gift of divinity..
And the most beautiful part in it all is that they truly do not know themselves that a God does or does not exist.
They just choose to believe without knowing..
Their emotions are what drives us to be better than what we are..
For one day I truly want to experience love..
Its all that shimmers..

All along I was the one being followed!
I awake in my own basement in my own home.
I could hear music but cannot quite make out what the song is.  
I am tied to a chair in the same manner I tie my prizes up.
The next sound I hear is my thumping heart.
And then I hear foot steps coming down the stairs.
Lots and lots of footsteps.
She then walks up to me.
The girl underneath the lone tree in the city.
Followed by all the others I have kidnapped in the last 3 years.
They all stand in front of me.
All of them crying except for her.
The silence comes forth.
I can hear their heavy breathing and my heartbeat make a terrifying song....

So I follow you.
Like I have been for the past three nights.
Only this time you walk toward where I want to take you.
My sanctuary awaits your screams along side the others.
You seem to be oblivious of me.
My moment has arrived.
Not a soul watching but me.
When you turn the corner is when I will make the grab, the hook, the capture that quenches this thirsty urge!
As we turn the corner I find that you are no longer there!
I also find that I have been captured instead!
All along I was the one being followed!

The shade hides your eyes.
I really can't see the full extent of your bewitching gaze.
But you wait there.
Out of the sun.
In the shade cast by a lonesome tree in this vast city.
I suppose that would be the easiest landmark to find among this forest of concrete and steel.
I wait and observe your patience for such an awaited appointment.
All day you wait.  
Never looking left or right.
Never looking behind you or above.  
As the sun sets and the night takes its first breath,  you decide to take your first step out of the shade and into the night.
So I follow you.

I had long thought of it.  The last night here on Earth.  Tonight is the night that the comet is suppose to hit the Pacific ocean.  There had been ads running all over tv, the internet, radio, and on the streets.  The slogan was simple.  " How are you going to spend your last night alive."   On the other side of the Planet the slogan was opposite.     " How are you going to spend your last day alive."  

I decide to spend it with you.  I set up a mattress outside in my backyard and we lay in it and count the stars.  We talk and we talk about the dreams we had last night. We cry together, we laugh together.  We then fall asleep.  This is how I wanted it to be.  Swift and fast while we slept and held each other.  I dreamt of seeing the next morning and waking up with her.  We look to the clear blue sky and smile.  But am I dreaming?  Is this real. Did the world end.  I cannot seem to wake up.

The mistake was our love at first..
Toward the black it always was..
Toward the shadows cast by eternal light..
You then married into the light and didn't deliberate..
About a sad comfort that would take you over..
Never letting my shadow cast..
You wanted me around though.
You wanted to see me smile.
You wanted me to see you smile.
But if your not breathing then why should I.
It was because your certain love would never be denied.
So you continue to overdose on this ***** light.
While my shadow that is being cast in it slowly dies.

Hello underground.  Hello to all of your shadows.  I meet with the dimming light here at midnight.   Hello small cracks in the wall.  I peak through at you.  See what is really true.  Hello dust devils.  Silence swept you away. My recollections are all I have to say.  Hello leftovers.  Time to eat my yesterdays. And start cooking what tomorrows say.  Hello milky skin. Pale as moon and taste like love.  Its what has always been all of the above. Hello underground.  Goodbye to all of your shadows.  I leave the dimming light at noon.  Just a visit is all it was and ill be back soon.

I can see you.   It has been dark for so long.  And you are shining in it!  Tears fill my eyes.  At the sight of light.  He is getting brighter and brighter.  There is even a warmth to his glow.  I feel it on my skin.  There are so many of us here in the dark.   Its then rings of light begin to emit from him.  But how? And why?  What illuminates him in the infinite darkness?  He then got so bright that he became the sun itself.  Dawn is here yet again.  The new morning has vanquished the eternal night.  I must discover what is the science to his Belief.   Its what made him shine.

There are things unseen that keep this world living.. Things that go without notice.. Things that we make sure go unnoticed.. So the everyday things you see as everyday things simply are not that at all.. Everyday messengers and receivers are at a constant movement of life giving moments.. The bird you saw fly by, The cat that leaves and never returns, The butterflies that migrate south, And the ghost that sometimes haunt the living.. But when the path is interrupted the unknown ramifications occur.. The disasters, the catastrophes, the plagues, can all be prevented.. On this day two children, two brothers, will set forth a path that is unknown to them.. On a plastic bottle cap they put one large red ant on board.. They float it down the creek and watch in awe at the sailor ant they have set in motion.. This ant has a very small package to deliver.. Across a world to him, at the end of the river to us.. This ant will deliver a small speck of light.. The first star in an infinite darkness..

Beyond the yellow and black clouds
And into the red sky.
Silver archangels guide and guard me on through.
Its sort of like my dreams mixed in with my thoughts of reality.
Does not seem real at all.
But I cannot tell you how much beauty there is as I am looking and flying by these archangels.
Their wings have every color that exist.
Beyond the red skies and into the blue, there is a floating island with a clear pool of water.
As I stand before the pond I see in the reflection of the water that I am also one of these archangels.
The others all kneel and have a drink of the water.
I do the same.
I look like them and they look like me.
They then go toward the edge of the island and stand and wait.

Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I feel.
As though I am the dreamer.  The creator of this light wheel.
The feeling comes to me at times. Am I truly alone.
Is everyone around me truly in a different zone.
Its then I separate me from them.  And I hear and see the calls..
No longer am I trapped in these walls.
Signals of light. Echoes and transmissions.    
Strange memories I start to envision.
But only for a moment, Only for a fraction.
The reminders come to be and I lose this reaction.
So I drive on home and forget it about it all.
At least until I remember again, inside of these walls.

The Planet Earth was a wasteland of destruction from the race that lived there previously..
Seven Life Lancers were sent from Mars over 1000 years ago to clean and repair Earth's eco system.
We lost contact with the Life Lancers 52 years ago but were very hopeful as Earth has once again turned blue in our night sky..
A once dead planet of sand has gained back its majestic color of ocean azure blue alongside the stars..
I am sad that Mars has become dead and we had no solution to solve the destruction of our planet..
I had been chosen by our people to migrate to Earth and start our race there..
I am unknown to how well the Life Lancers fixed the eco system of Earth and if it will be able to sustain life..
Its when I arrive I finally see how Magnificent it was!
More blue than the Mars ocean Soren..
There is a massive piece of land I can land on.
Seems this is the only land that exist here on Earth..
I will call this land Pangaea..

Before I leave..
  And I let you go..
Know that I was going to stay..
  And look out the window with you when it all happens..

They say the sky will turn red and yellow..
   The air will make you fall into the best sleep possible..
The most beautiful dreams will come..
   And you will find heaven..

I am off to a place called Earth..
  Leaving our Mars behind..
To start all over..
  And wait till you are born again..
I will find you..  
I will see are then crimson planet from the Earth sky and always remember you..

PART TWO  When I arrive

And where were you lost...  
( It was the point where I went to far ahead..)
And where were you found..
( It was the point where I found you..)
So may strangers stare at my heaven..
( Not enough people I know..)
Underneath the waters where I drowned..
( Could ever guide me home..)
So I choose the direction toward the dark corners..
( I walk into the waters in the dark..)
And lose my footing yet again..
( What is up and what is down..)
Falling through free darkness..
(Panic assures me no right direction)
I finally see where light begins..
(I will swim till I drown)
Both of us are trapped here
(Both of us are trapped here)

Team one will go North of the church to the Lake Paul area. Team two will go East On Old v.f.w. road and scout all the trails there.  Team three will go west to Wolfards crossing. And team four will go South to Fosters creek.  Radio in if anything is seen.  Stay on channel 15. Before all the teams leave do a radio check.   All ready!  Here we go.  We are most likely looking for a black bear or possibly a huge mountain lion.  


))This is Team North do you copy.   No movement or anything unusual.  

)) This is team East.. Had a little movement but they were nothing but raccoons.. All clear so far...

)) This is team South! We have major movement here by the creek!  Its running an we are in pursuit! Dogs are going crazy!  ))) Gunfire )))  Team south do you COPY!!!  TEAM SOUTH DO YOU COPY?    this is team South!  We got it!!!  We got it!!  Its a grizzly bear! I can't believe there is one this far down South!
Good work guys! We will meet up with you guys shortly

Look at the size of it! Wow! This is surly our killer!  Where is team West   Team West do you copy?   " I think they are on a different channel. Ill head out there and go and get them.   " Yeah it tried to get close but the dogs spooked her away!  She could run but not outrun our bullets!  This has to be some kind of record!"  

)) All teams do you copy!?  Yes go ahead John.. Go ahead John are you there?  You guys need to see this! Hurry!  

" Oh my Lord!   Is that all of them!? No some of them are over there." But they are all dead!  Torn apart!  The entire team is dead!  15 people dead just like that!  They did put up a fight as there is bullet shells and shotgun shells every where.  " What the hell were they shooting at? "

The back door.  Green eyes and smelly fur!  The werewolf comes for our kid.   Its time!  White Knight teddy armed with a wooden sword and Judy the red Raccoon and her magical red powers!  Its time to vanquish this nightmare before it even starts!  The werewolf tears down the back door and howls in the darkness.  All we can see is the bright green eyes shining in the blackness.  And there awaits White Knight Teddy and Judy the Red Raccoon!  W.K.T lands a flurry of blows with his awesome unbreakable wooden sword as the werewolf cries in pain!  Judy the Red then emits waves of magical red beams that knock the werewolf out the back door as it screams in fear and scampers back into the woods!

And so W.K.T And Judy the red Raccoon triumph over the would be nightmare that was trying to haunt their kid.  NOT TONIGHT!!!

This was a failed experiment on a grand scale indeed.  I was the creator of a new machine that could repair itself and live forever.  But something went wrong.  Something I did not foresee.   I made two versions of such a machine, version x and version y.  They were everything I had hoped for!  Strong and intelligent.  They could adapt to any circumstance.  But the machines I had built seem to not want to work for us anymore.  In a very cleaver way they managed to build a vessel in secret and leave the planet.   It was then one million years later we found where they had went.  A small little planet in the milky way system called Earth.  They went there to die but yet live forever.  The oxygen on this planet is poisonous which their bodies could only sustain for 75 to 110 years.  They had gathered lore on a place known as heaven.   A place beyond our universe.  The only way through is to expire or die. This is what they wanted us to think.   They had managed to replicate themselves into 6 billion different versions.  Their true intent was more sinister than expected.   They were planning on returning with their grand army of themselves and destroying us all.   Their vessel is deep in an ocean known as the Atlantic.  They are still there.  Molding their replications and prepping them for an invasion that would have happened in the next 3000 years.  CODE ADAM AND EVE aka (Version x and Version y )must be stopped.

She tore a branch off an old dead tree..
She held it so and it molded into a guitar..
She played the song of the woods..
And the sky cried in the day..
The rain drops looked like diamonds in the setting sun..
She played till the moon rode high..
Crescent light of the night..
She then held the guitar to the old dead tree..
As it became a branch again..
She walked into the pale silver moonlight..
She shined for a moment and faded into the night..

For everything a reason.  Our universe within this mind will go forth eternal.  His struggles are far from over.  The addiction was not able to corrupt him so.  His new found light was able to shine it all away.  Its then I come to a realization of who I am in all this.  I was his light all along.  And he has forgiven his self for not believing in the terror he went through that night.  I have found the memory of what happen to him. On what happen to all of us.  This memory is a lone star outside of all other galaxies that exist within.   My celestial star owls dare not venture close.  But I must return to this memory.  Because the memory is me.  I will share such a memory with you.  

On April 7th 1984, I was born.  My mother and father held me close and gave to me warmth and love.  My fathers eyes looked to me with pride and unconditional love. My mothers eyes look to me with love and endless worry.   My mothers light was as bright as any sun I have ever seen. She contained a belief  that was unparalleled by any.  My fathers light shined beautifully with a perfect balance.   One dark day my mothers brightness took her over.  She loved me so much that she did not want me to experience any form of sin and darkness.  That I could be part of an endless heaven if I was to go  while I was pure.   There was a ****** into the light that night.  A ****** that would forever grant me passage to a heaven and beyond she believed existed.  He found us that night when he got home.  It was the end of him.  It was the end of his belief.  My mother smiled at him and said she will forever be in a better place. He turned to drugs to numb the pain.  The only glow of belief he had left was not to take is own life. For there may be a chance he may be able to see me again.  And he was right.  We battled the addiction together. We believed in the light together again.   He knew then I still existed somewhere.  And that one day he will see me again.  It will be the day when he breathes in the light...  My name is Hope.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKqgE8z7PcA

Our little town had gained national attention. It was all over every news paper in America.  It was then the hunters had arrived.  
Our father also wanted to help out with the hunting. My brother and I were not comfortable letting our Dad go without the silver bullet.
So we gave him the .45 caliber silver bullet for his gun.  Our dad smiled at us and asked when we had it made.  " Did old man Jonny make this for you!? "
"Yes dad! Its for the ware wolf!  Its the only thing that can **** it!"  He then looked at the bullet and saw our initials. " Johnny does fine work."
He smiled at us and took one of the bullets out of the chamber and replaced it with the silver bullet. "I'll be fine.  Its most likely a bear that's all.
"Good night kids, don't stay up to late, I'll be back soon.

The both of us fell into deep sleep for the night.  I remember dreaming of a beautiful meadow with a tree made of pink flowers.  
The pedals rained down on me and my brother.  We both wore a necklace of the silver bullet Old man Johnny had made us.  
The alarm woke us as it was time to go to school.  As we arrived there were many people standing outside.  Our friend Kevin had died.
He was 12 years old. They found him by the creek torn apart with his head severed.  The creature had done it again.
They dismissed school for the day.  My brother and I ran home to get the silver bullet. It shined ever so in any light.
It even seem to shine in the darkness.

There had been 3 murders in our small little town. All the same. As if a lion had torn them all apart.
It was early fall.  Oranges and rust colors begin to fill in the trees.  We were not allowed to go out because of the creature.  
If indeed it was a creature.  At least that's what we called it in school.  I had a theory! It was a Ware wolf.
One day my brother and I took all the silver we had.  We took it to Old man Johnny and he turned it into a silver bullet.
He was like a wizard! So finely crafted it was.  He engraved it with our initials.  S.O and D.O.  
We kept the bullet in a small little bag.  Under all of our comic books.  If one day the Ware wolf does come we will be ready.

I was looking among the stars with my celestial star owls. We could see more and more stars being born across the universe.  He was remembering more and more as his memories became our stars.  The addiction still lingered.  It was not entirely gone.  What remained was a fog like haze that could not really travel anywhere.  It seem to be stuck here on this side of the galaxy.  My heart still beat heavy light pulses at the sight of our God.  I remember clearly how he looked into my eyes before he awoke.  Shadow and darkness ran away from his presence.  Him just being there was all that needed to happen. His presence alone could vanquish any darkness and all of its manifestations.  The addiction was one of the strongest forms of darkness I have ever battled.  It had a relentless nature to it that seem to know no bounds.  But as I thought and thought how in the life could he conjure up so much light to push away such a strong darkness. The solution then came to me faster then light could reach my eye.  It was belief!  He believed in himself.  This brought back hope. And hope is what keeps memories strong.  And with hope their is love.  To possess all three is simply to be just that.  Pure belief.  Pure belief in ones self.  He kept the addiction around so that he may never forget what it was like to be controlled by it.  To understand how it almost took all his memories away.  I am heading back home now.  Back to my home in the light.  This cosmos was in one brain cell. One place of a mind we live.  And I will always do my beast to keep our light shining. Where ever,  when ever, across, and beyond.    My name is . . . . . . . . . . .

etheral combination..
you and the sky..
wings of salvation..
and the way our light dies..

slowly fade away bright moon..
light of the night..
enter the this world again soon..
my bright little light..

away with your pale shine..
the sun is coming..
its light is unkind..
while yours is stunning..

oh moon high above..
you shine for us all..
with silver shine and love..
from borrowed light from the sun..

The red skies filled in with gray black clouds.  Red lightning danced from cloud to cloud as it would not thunder but instead scream.  It was terrifying to see and hear.  The shadow tree had become a forest of darkness and wicked laughter.  The leaves were made of dead pale shadow light with no shine to them.   Under the forest was a wicked darkness no light seem to penetrate.  Inside the darkness were golden eyes watching me.  Thousands of them  started to lurk and move upon me.   It was then I saw a small pillar of light at the center of all this madness.  It was the body, the person that is the vessel for the mind we live in.   It was the God I believed in.  It was the omnipresent.  Never Have we been able to meet the spirit of the person we live in.  He was space and time.  The creator.  The very universe we live in.  How was this possible.  As he walked toward me all of the golden eyed shadows scampered away.  The shadow trees turned into trees of light. The red skies cracked as blue bled back into the skies.  There were white clouds that now filled the sky and the grass was as green as emerald.  My heart beat light pulses.  It was the most amazing visual I had ever seen.  He did not see me.  Nor was he aware of the addiction he had shined away.  He simply walked on through.  Flowers of all color grew around where he had stepped.  He walked up to the final Shadow tree that was left.  He raised his hands to the sky as all the flower pedals spun around him. To him the shadow tree was nothing but a dead tree.  Storm blues rolled in and it began to rain heavily.  Tornados made of light spun around the shadow tree erasing all the shadow from it.  A tree full of flower pedals of all colors was what was left.  The air shifted in my direction as I could smell the beautiful aroma of the flower tree.  He then seem to look into my eyes.  He saw me before he awoke.  My celestial star owls sang the song of return as I awoke alongside our universe.

I knew there was no sure way to fight the addiction in his memories.  Not without interference of what his memories remember.  Doing so could alter his memory in such a way that it would not be remembered correctly and could be forgotten forever without ever being able to access the original memory.  In his sleep state galaxies are created for a short time.  These are known as dreams.  During such time all memories scramble and form moments that the sleeping mind experiences. Although not real the mind has to do such a duty in order to make the brightest of memories shine forever.  To store away light that can be used for another time.  This is where I can attack the addiction! In his dreams.  He will see it as just a dream and feel as though it is no memory at all.  And so the dream begins.

The dream is of a grand dead tree in the middle of a green field. There sitting against the tree was a shadow child with a white mask on.  The mask had the face of me.  This sent a terror down my spine for some reason.  The child spoke in two voices. " Will you play with me."  He held a ball made of pale light that seem to have a spiral of darkness at its center. He threw the ball at me and I caught it.  I held it in both my hands as the spiral of darkness seem to call to me. I then heard beautiful song notes being sung from the sky.  My celestial star owls broke me out of the trance.  I then threw the pale light ball away as the child shadow screamed in anger.  It threw off its mask and went into a hole in the tree.  It screamed louder and louder while inside as the dead tree begin to grow leaves made of darkness and pale light.  The sky turned red and the grass yellow.  This dream had become a nightmare!

The memory star shined forth.  It was a memory remembered. It started to trigger other memories as more and more stars lit up in this dying spiral of a galaxy.  Life was coming back.  The addiction was fading into the light.  I then entered the star memory alone leaving behind my guardian celestial star owls behind.  They will serve as a beacon for me to return to.  As I enter the star I am present at the memory he remembers. The memory was of him holding his daughter for the first time.  He looked into her eyes as she looked into his.  She them grasped his finger with her small little hand.  It was then I saw her grow up in an instant. This was all the other memories that this one had triggered.  Beautiful moments after beautiful moments kept me flowing through his memories.  As I travelled on through such beautiful memories I noticed that something else was there with me.  A shadow without casting. A darkness present in the light.  A sad shade of darkness.  The addiction also has found a way into his memories.  It was far from gone.  I am not suppose to interfere with memories.  Doing so could trap me here making our mind we live in go crazy.  And that's exactly what the addiction wanted.  So that he could turn back to it and it can consume him.   If I do not fight the addiction within his memories it will begin to darken them and slowly he will forget again.

The last image I remember from my dream is the moment my eyes first see this blue sphere among the stars.
A bright blue sphere that was illuminated by a very young sun.
I make my home on the Northern frozen region of this beautiful planet.
My parents sent with me a relic, a piece of technology from our dying planet.
As I set it on the ice it builds for me a home much like the one I had before Earth.
A small region of my planet resides here in the ice.
As I walk out into the light of the young sun my body feels different.
I never grow tired of the feeling.
Any sort of soreness or pain is quickly erased by the light of this sun.
I feel as light as a feather.
The snow I stand on melts around me.
The energy pulses and emits heat waves as the sun kisses my skin.  
The last thing I do is take flight.
Over this planets oceans.
Toward her.
In just seconds I am going to see her smile as I walk on through the door at the daily planet.