There was a fire in the water..
On the mirror lake..
It was a reflection..
It was the only time the fire could make love to the water..
Without ever burning or dowsing one another..
Just a beautiful reflection of an impossible releationship..

In 1988 we moved to a very small town in South Texas.   It took us a while to get use to. My parents finally trusted my brother and I to venture out alone in this small town.  So here we go!  On our bikes we zipped down the dirt road and finally made it to a paved road.  The road was fresh with new asphalt and gravel. I could see bubbles of tar expand in the heat. They would pop as we would run over them.  We soon found ourselves at the town V.F.W building.  Behind it was a small lake.  My brother and I couldn't wait to explore all the new found trails.  One Saturday morning we took it upon ourselves to do just that. At the back of the lake was a small water fall! It was so full of wonder!  The water that fell formed a small clear pool below. A small clear stream ran slowly away from the pool.  We went further into the woods where the trails no longer guided us.  We discovered that this small lake was being fed by a creek that ran from the East side of town.  We could see the fish below the clear water creek. We then came upon a grassless area filled with dead leaves.  It reminded us of the fall in the youngest of summers.  The trees seem to block out most of the sunlight.  Only through the cracks in the dancing leaves would the sun dance under the shadow.  Most all the trees look the same.  All but one.  At the center of all shadow was a huge, thick, dark barked tree that seem to be the overseer of this place.  It was not very tall but rather very wide and thick.  It look like something out of a haunted forest.  It had very few leaves.  The leaves themselves seem to almost glow in the shadow.  We then saw strange animals that were not native to the area.  They all seem to disappear within the tree almost becoming a part of it.  We then hurried back home to show our Father what we had found.  The next day we took him out only to discover the tree was gone.  No sign of it whatsoever.  My brother and I swore to him that we had found it!  I am now a man myself and every now and again I venture out to that location.   I think one day I will see it again.

Sad gray man..
Won many prizes in his time..
Award after award..
All because of his sorrow never-ending..

The sad gray man is a painting..
Forever drawn out to be..
A sad wicked eternal lonelyness..
But he still loves his creator, this artist..

It was one day, one week, one month..
He decided to draw her..
She was not gray..
And she was not sad..

Together holding hands..
The sad gray man smiled at last..
She found him..
As they set sail toward colors eternal..

These ghost have been with me as long as I can remember.. I never did fear them.. I embraced their very presence and would always look for them..  They would do small things.. Like write Hi to me in the dust, Turn on lights, And walk with me under the night sky.. I never felt alone.. Even though I could not see them I knew they were always with me.  I could feel when I needed privacy that they would let me be..  But today I read a message in the dust that finally scared me..  It said " Are you a ghost?" It turns out I was the ghost all along..

Like the insect to the light, quite the opposite here.
In this duskless place, in this non shadow realm, they find the new shade beautiful.  
But why?
More and more of them were filling the room.  
Seeking out the darkest of dark.
The shadow of shadows.
The shade of shades.   I then realize that these little beautiful creatures are looking for the source.  They are looking for me.

I run about the room from corner to corner.  The little pattern shaped insect like creatures were getting closer and closer to me.  I did not want to touch such a beautiful being made of infinite light.  I don't know what my shadow touch would do to them. Would it **** them? Would it hurt them?  But then I find myself feeling as though they want to be touched. As if my darkness is their salvation.  The former light room now looked as if a bucket of black paint exploded inside of a white room.  There was shadow steps everywhere as well as shadow marks on the walls. It was not long after that The room was almost completly black with darkness.  The light insect like creatures looked like stars in space. I was the darkness they rolled on.   It soon got to the point where I was cornered.  The room was now filled with these beautiful creatures.  All of which knew I was in the corner of the room.  It was the only corner where light was left. As soon as that part of the room dimmed they all flew into me.  They swirled and spiraled around me.  It was amazing! It reminded me of a galaxy.  I opened my hand and one of them landed on it. There was then a beautiful shine and sound.  Then a voice uttered two words.  " Thank you."   The creature was gone.  Then I felt someone hold my hand!

The shadow Elves lowered their weapons.. I could not read their minds.. They moved through the wind and forest like shadows.. Without sound, voice, or soul.. They all approached at once toward Ri and I.. I then lowered Ri to the ground and told him to stand at my side..

" My name is Solen, these are my brothers, Rias, and Breen.. We hail from the city forest of Scrioux.. Our Tri was sent out to hunt down a wyvern and bring back its scales. They're great healing properties within the scales that we extract from them. We had been following the wyvern for 3 weeks. They roost atop Mount Razis.. But for some strange reason this one never returned, and we tracked it back to this dark forest. We then saw the encounter you had with the wyvern and also saw you eliminate the wyvern altogether. You then proceeded to consume the entire wyvern which in turn failed our mission."

" I do not have no ill will toward the failing of our mission."

I then saw the helmets of the Shadow Elves light up in patterns. I felt as though they were studying me somehow. The strange spears they were holding before had a strange way of retracting into a small cross like object. It was very amusing to watch. The shadow Elf places his hand at the center of the spear all while sliding his thumb up making the spear into the small cross. They then hung them on a ring that seem to be part of their strange armor. The light patterns in their helmets finally faded. One Elf turned to the other with a look of confusion. Solen then spoke once again all while doing the same trick with his grand bow and retracting it into a small silver and golden circle.

" Where did you come from? And why are you watching over these humanas?

I suppose the humanas were the villagers.. These Shadow elves have been watching me for a long time.. I really had no way to speak to him.. My dragon voice would sound like a roar to him.. I then spoke to Solen with the voice of Ri..

" The dragon belongs to me. I have raised it since it was a baby.. I found him by the river.. He is friendly and protects our village.."

A lie of course.. I do not trust these Shadow Elves.. Solen then offered Ri a sort of bright fruit.. " Come now humana child, do you really expect me to believe that".. Ri took the fruit and held it close to his chest.. Solen then looked to me one last time.. " Farewell blue dragon and young humana child.. We have to hunt us another Wyvern.. "

Together they walked off and all at once they touched the crystals at their hip and faded into the air becoming shadows of the forest and river.. Ri then told me that the fruit he was holding was called Lifelo.. A thought to be mystic fruit that can heal all at once..

For a moment for a second I saw a shadow face in the sky..
Its eyes were made of pale light and false shine..
They were watching us..
One of us one of the same..
They created it all..
They ran everything..
Deep underneath..
And high above..
Their eyes could see us all in single moments of our own..
Each of them would have an equal to us all..
I was once part of them..
But then I fell asleep..
I have now awoken in the hills of forgotten eyes..
A place where their shadow shine eyes could not see..
They are called "The Hyperion."
They map out all of our lives..
Earth is just a chess board..
For all of us to die..
A chess board where we are all of the pawns..
While they are the kings and the queens..
But one pawn has made it to the otherside..
Unseen by them..
I will take them from the inside..
Just me as one..
Just me as everyone..

The land was made of blackness, shade, and shadow..
I spent a good 10 years here..
The overseer was a light winged figure that would shine light forth with every flutter of its wings..
Sometimes I could see its true face..
Its hair was blue and then golden all at once...
It would catch all of these sins that fell from the sky..
Lately there have been storms of them..
The light winged figure would ask me for help at times..
We would turn blackness, shade, and shadow into color, shine, and light..
We created a land, a sort of kingdom.. From darkness we molded into light..
Where a place of no sound now sang music..
I was helping to create heaven out of forgiveness..
I then relised something so very tragic..
I was no longer here..
Or should I say there..
I was gone from them..
the light winged figure was my brother and mother..
it was also God..
as i awoke in the hospital..
torn away from heaven..

The shadows played in the glow..
They were a little hard to see you know..
Waiting for the twilight tide..
Casting their way home..

On sunset dreams..
The night shades gleam..
Part of the twilight tide now..
And forgotten light beams..

The sunrise twilight..
The dark before the dawn sight..
Twilight fades to the morning sun..
Shadow ocean tide subsides until the night..

that shadow within lurks on all corners of the room.. i look up toward the window as it tries to make me look in.. it tells me it's fine.. don't worry.. its just a view nothing more.. i ask myself if the view will turn into something more.. will it start to consume me.. i think it would..

that shadow within lurks on all corners of the mind.. it has created a nest there where other shadows are being fed your sins.. they grow fat with each sin and sinful thought.. one day i do think it will consume me.. until then i will try and fight.. even in absolute light there is always a shadow.. for even the heart beats in bleach black darkness..

Laxius log: 1215889----

This will be year 23 that i have been long adrift from an attack by an unknown enemy: I still have plenty of food and water to last another 23 years.. seems so very long ago that the attack took place: I have tried to repair my engines but to no avail: On this morning however i captured a transmission on my com-staion: the signal seem mixed at first but i was able to clear it: I then heard tones and strange voices: It was very beautiful: The tones created a sort of pattern while the voice would join in from time to time also trying to create a pattern in sync with the tones: From where ever this beautiful signal came from, I am showing that i am but 20 years away from its original orgin: Although adrift, I am still in route toward this signal: I can only wonder what sort of life could make such a beautiful beautiful signal: I do not know what to call it otherwise: But for its beauty in tones i will call it wish-dream..


Oct 7th 1969: Today I brought my son to work. I have worked for NASA for the last 10 years.. It was sort of a boring day until I took him into the research center.. I took him to one of our most powerful telescopes.. He wanted to stay there for hours just looking at the moon and stars.. He asked " Dad do you think there is life out there.?" I then took him to our transmissions building.. And I told him that we could send a signal out to space in hopes someone will hear it.. I told him we could send anything we want.. He decided to send "scarborough fair canticle" He decided on that song because that was his mom's favorite song.. I wish she was still here with us.. He then told me something very beautiful. " Dad maybe mom will hear this in heaven."

i sang to the forest, i sang to the moon, i sang to the old stars above me that seem to sing too..

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..

All along it was there.. The reason on why you and me are here..  The image was in the palm of our hands.. The lines there are the beginning and end to which we never truly start or end..  But some have learned to read the lines in their hands..  Thus transcending beyond this life.. The soul map of the hands..

Freezing me in running stance...
Activating my sleep paralysis...
Awake and not awake..
I can't even shake..

Awake and asleep..
In a beyond what is deep..
From the darkest corners of my room..
Blooms the cries of doom..

Voices that sing and scream..
Laugh at me in this wicked dream..
Something sits on my chest..
And begins to compress..

Its an old hag or a demon..
Or Something wicked that i'm dreaming..
Trapped in this nightmare trance..
Or under the spell of sleep paralysis..

I held her hand as we walked through the new born night.  She had just moved here a few weeks ago.  I fell for her the moment she walked into the class room.  As we walked I noticed that a swarm of fire flies begin to spiral around her.  They then illuminated her face as it begin to change with the glow.  She then spoke in two voices at once.  " I am sorry Jonathon. I am not who you think I am.  We are here to stop them!  They want to destroy you all.  And we are not going to let them. We knew that your leaders would not side with any of us.  So we recruited outside of your race.  Your insect world is by far more vast than your own.  They are leading the effort to also protect their own Planet against a secret enemy that has long been here. I am so sorry but I must go soon. "  She then faded into the blackness of the forest by the lake.  I could still see her as the fireflies followed in glow.

The starlight was not real..
This I knew..
Mainly because the starlight was singing to me..
Only my soul could hear such music..
Its when I knew yet again that this was a dream..
There were three stars that sang to me..
They would resonate their cosmic lyrics to my childhood soul..
The air was cool..
A welcome touch to a warm summer night..
I stood on the wet sand..
And to my surprise I finally realized where I was at..
I stood at the middle of an ocean..
The waters were all pushed away from me..
Held back by some dream barrier..
The ocean towered over me but could not get to me..
For a moment I became the stars and saw myself below..
I then made the music..
I was in control...

As I walked into the chamber of dreams the lines on both of my hands lit up.. I then heard a voice..  

" Welcome, please stand here and please open your hands and shine the light above.."

There were stars everywhere.. The light from my hands lit up a constellation..  

After doing so 11 others walk on out from the dakrness and did the same..

Seems to me as if i was the final piece they needed for their star puzzle..

And then at the center of the dream chamber a strange looking being was looking up at the completed star puzzle..  Although its face showed no emotion I knew it was very happy..  I awoke from the dream.. But was it truly a dream?

I have looked to the night sky in my dreams many times.
Sometimes the stars are leaving.  
They shine brightly for a moment and then blast off into the universe..
This time the stars were chasing eachother..
I could see them..
It was as if the stars were childeren playing tag with eachother.
But then they noticed me looking at them..
They stopped for a brief moment..
Then faded into the darkness..
This strange beyond is reaching out to me..
Again and again..
I love it!!
Makes me feel at home!
Which makes me question..
Where is home?

The structures in the clouds.
Sky castles of tomorrow.
Kingdoms of the sky.  
Above world.

I walk the trails of Below world.
With serenity above.
The view of views.
Vaults of heavens and Cities of Arcadia.

I fish the ponds and brooks.
For a late dinner with her.
The evening skies bring the lights.
Hevenly lanterns of Above world.

We dine under the Sky Kingdoms.
As the evening gives way to the night.
The moons ride high.
One crescent and half full.

All is beautiful.

The summer time storms..
The summer rain..
The summer with you..
The summer change..

The summer sunlight..
The summer in Texas..
The summer night..
The summer nexus..

The summer dreams..
The summer flowers..
The summer stars..
The summer night showers..

The summer cools..
The summer sighs..
The summer dies..
When fall arrives...

The setting sun colored the green grass gold with farewell kisses of glow.. A final thought of the day was that the glow would soon fade welcoming the silver moonlight.. I have seen this time and time again.. The sun and moon still see me. They know of my ghostly presence. 

The moon whispers it's silver rays onto the green white grass.. Fireflies swirl around my ghostly body.. They are the lanterns of my soul.. I await the sunrise in this vortex of organic light..

It wasn't random memories being put together by my mind so that I may dream. This much I know now.  I have read and seen a lot of things that it could possibly be.  But never have I read or seen what I just witnessed and heard now.  Whatever this was it spoke to me in an ancient language that is older than the universe itself.  The scary thing was that I understood every word it said.   It spoke only four words.  "  I HAVE FOUND YOU! "  It was like a whisper and a scream all at once. It had a face of both man and woman.  I also got the sense that it has been looking for me long before the universe existed.  What ever it was it was coming.  The thunder woke me up from this strange dream resetting the strange atmosphere my dream had put me in.  The only thing that was a bit calming was the rain hitting the metal roof.

Oct 12th 2016:   The day filled with beautiful beautiful oranges after the passing of a horrible storm..  I suppose God paints these oranges in the sky and atmosphere as a starting point for the relax time that has been long overdue..  "I'll just color it all orange for now and rest the colors.."  My brother and I found it a perfect time to pull out the bikes and ride in the cool the storm has left for us on these hot summer days..  And of course its time to ride through those huge lake puddles on the road!  

After a day of bike surfing we both rode home with hamburgers on our minds!!  The sun was setting and the night was being born..  We rode in right before dark..   Our mom made us the most awesome cheese burgers!  After we ate we went into our room to get down on some videogames.. Both our phones were going crazy with notifications and we both decided to see what all the fuss was about..  

The first thing we saw was pics of the moon..  At first I thought they were a different moon but it turns out it was ours..  We both went outside to see and sure enough our moon had changed.. It was a bit darker colored and had a strange glow to it..  The next strange thing was that the sun was starting to rise again! Only it was rising in the west were it had set before!  

The news was going crazy with this as people started to panic everywhere..  Some experts on t.v shows said that we were looking at the otherside of the moon.. Through out the month there were videos poping up on facebook of people doing strange things..  There was a kid in a town not far from here that could turn himself into a bird..  New flowers were starting to grow, flowers never seen before..  Strange things were happening..

Videos were pouring in on all the new things being found throughout the world.. Some sisters in japan found some faries flying around a river.. A family found a colony of little people in and around the mushrooms growing in the back yard.. Many strange shrines were also appearing..  This day is now called, " The turning of the moon."

I love how your light takes my darkness away.  The way she lit the room at night.  Glows the shadows away.  Angel life, dream of light.  Come comfort my darkness and chase my shadows away.

Strange..  The way the light shines here..  Its not like back at home..  Where all at once light takes over a room in an instant.. Here light moves at a much slower rate..  Amazing how light pushes darkness away..  It seems to do so but in a very gentle manner.  It protects the darkness. It does not want to vanquish it.. The darkness also does the same to the light.  They truly make love to eachother..

I capture this memory with my mind..
The way the sun lit up your eyes..
The wind made your hair flutter ever so..
My dream came true..

(Is there an emotion for mystical? I suppose it would be to be mystified. Perhaps awe is the word I am looking for.  I was in awe at the sight of him! I was beyond mystified!)

It started in the Yellow Wastelands.  Where life went to die.  As life dies there, they become a part of the Yellow Wasteland adding to his spread and growth becoming a sort of crystalline lattice.  All go willingly to the crystalline whisper. The whisper in recent theory emanates from the shining yellow crystals that grow among the Yellow Wasteland like blue bonnets in the Texas spring.  Once the Whisper is heard the victim willingly partakes in what we call The March. The March is a mindless saunter to The Yellow Wasteland where upon arrival they lay in the yellow dirt and slowly begin crystalizing. We have tried stopping The March. But have been unsuccessful for many years.  During the state of the march the victim gains a strange, extraordinary ability to control others as they see fit. If one or a group of people, try and prevent the march they will be controlled by the whisper to put the victim back on track.  The final equation that we cannot solve is why one hears the whisper.  There seems to be no pattern whatsoever.

On this day my daughter heard the whisper. We walked with her for hours on end.  My wife and son followed shortly behind whilst I walked beside her talking about memories and music.  My son then caught up and started to play his lute. He played song after song and sang beautiful lyrics that they wrote together.  My wife would then catch up to fix our daughters hair and clean her face as we walked and walked toward The Yellow Wasteland.  There were times where we would walk all together in a line and pray and pray.  

Over the Wolf's crossing trail was a hill. The hill was now called.
" The Last Ascend."    The Yellow Wasteland can be seen below.  We started the ascend up the last ascend.  Tears flooded all our eyes as we were powerless to stop The March.

When I got dropped off the first thing I noticed was the floating islands passing on by.. 
They all had this blue windmill that would spin with a beautiful light at its center..
The windmills were soundless..
They did not whisper a noise at all..
I then turned around and noticed I was on a floating island myself..
I then looked over the edge  of this sky island and saw the clouds below..
I wanted to see what was under them..
My sky island seem to read my mind and took me below the clouds..
There were millions upon millions of people everywhere..
They were running after all the sky islands with their hands to the sky..
They were all screaming out " TAKE ME"!!

When I got dropped off the first thing I noticed was the floating islands passing on by..
They all had this blue windmill that would spin with a beautiful light at its center..
The windmills were soundless..
They did not wisper a noise at all..
I then turned around and noticed I was on a floating island myself..
I then looked over the edge  of this sky island and saw the clouds below..
I wanted to see what was under them..
My sky island seem to read my mind and took me below the clouds..
There were millions upon millions of people everywhere..
They were running after all the sky islands with their hands to the sky..
They were all screaming out " TAKE ME"!!

Baltra arises to her feet and walks the deck of the ship in an unmapped manner. The new tattoo of the strange dream gear on her hand slowly spends.  A sort of new drive awakens within Baltra's spirit.  

She continues her aimless walk among the Stargazer's deck passing by a sleeping Killian as his snores add to the music of the ocean.  The sails begin to falter a bit as her wind invocation is starting to weaken.  She chants the words of the invocation to reset the wind spell.  

"Pnemeia Vortixia!" As Baltra holds her staff toward the skies, she also sees the gear tattoo in her hand start to glow and spend faster. The new glow floods upon her staff from the tattooed gear adding immense power to her wind spell.  A mighty vortex of wind envelops the Stargazer as Baltra can no longer feel the dance of the sea. The Stargazer is still moving forward. Only it is moving in such a way where the oceans now longer carry it.  Baltra walks toward the stern of the ship and discovers that her wind spell is now carrying the ship. The Stargazer is flying above the ocean at an incredible speed. The tattooed gear in Baltra's hand is spinning and glowing a verdant like color of power. A strange symbol is lit at the center of the glowing gear.  Although she has never seen the symbol, she is somehow familiar with it.  The symbol signifies Wind/flight.  

Killian awakes from his exhausted slumber to a calm ship on still waters.  Only he was mistaken as it was a Calm ship on moving clouds.

Shadow after shadow.  We fought on through. They had golden eyes and wanted to consume our light.  There were only 3 Celestial star owls left. But they still fought the darkness with all the light they had left.  I tried with all of my shine to help them as much as I could. The addiction had some strange hold on me.  Its as if I am unable to forget its strange euphoric cosmic gifts to my soul.  I wanted to be a part of it.  Every time I would get these urges the Star owls would shine the urge away.  Only I was taking a lot of their light away. I had to break free! The star demon mounted its attack as one of the Star owls met it head on. Light and shadow clashed creating this incredible explosion of darkness and shine.  Light feathers were all that was left of my cosmic guardian.  They faded into the darkness. He was gone!  There now was only three of us left.  The golden eyed shadows were pushing us away from the star memory.  Slowly they were consuming our light.  Then all of a sudden they stopped attacking. The shadows stood still and looked to all the bright stars around them.  Only they were no stars. Someone had heard my call for help.  The sentinels of light were coming to our aid.

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..

The lines go to the same place..
They are drawn out by belief..
But some lines do not travel straight..
Some bend and turn..
Some even break..
This is the sadness of your God..
At times I could always see my line..
It was not to straight..
But i could still see where it was going..
Where it was drawn out to go..
So why am I mourning..
This is the sadness of your God..
My line one day was fading..
Yours seem to shine so very bright..
As if it was destined to shine over all the others..
A sort of outline to follow..
The perimeter of your belief..
Where your line was solid mine was hollow..
This is the sadness of your God..
The mistake we made was our love we made..
This painted your line in absolute..
With the color of regret..
To your God, The sad one who cries on me..
Because I belive in him now..
I have the sorrow to prove it..
My line will never shine or be lit..
This is the sadness of your God..

The sun hit your face in such a way I forgot what we were talking about.. I felt it in my chest.. My eyes told me, " This is what beautiful is."

Ill simply sleep..
There is where I will burn it down..
Perhaps fire can bring some form of color here..
But as I walk into this empty grey room I see him..
He is me..
The anti me..
We look eachother in the eyes and flow into one another..
He smiles and uses his finger to write into the air..
His finger uses some form of ink made of light..
This is what he wrote..

So..
You are the very artifact that started this all..
You Have the same color eyes as me..
YoU HaD To tAkE it Past what the soul could take..
You juSt couldn't leaVe iT alonE..
UnDeRSTAND thAt all Things are nOT meant TO always go forward
BuT you seem relentless in makinG it so..
go BacK and NeveR return..
YoUr creating A shift ThAT i WILL NOT bE ABLE TO FIx..

Among such structures was the  pools of creation..  The airglow here was ambient and beautiful beyond all measure..  This is where I set fire to all the stars in the universe.. I smile before I do so..  Signals and twilight fire flies fill the black void..  And there echoes creation eternal..  A nexus travals across forever..  Feeding colors to life..  To the eyes that will one day behold them..  This is how wonder is born..  I think of all this as I look to the stars.. I am just a human.. But my imagination is a GOD...

This little light of mine.
The one darkness cannot bind.
Guides me through the wilderness of shadow.

This little light of mine.
Oh, heavenly little shrine.
Little candle of inextinguishable flame.

This little light of mine.
The beacon to the skyline.
Call down my angel.

Those deep brown eyes.. Put my soul into a coma.. A coma that let's me visit heaven.. I'm yours..

I welcome the needed candles during the storm. Where the true light shines upon thy face.. we make these shadows run in all directions with our eternal flame..

You know why its so hard to let go of your demons.  Because they held your hand when no one else would.

Looking up at the stars here was much the same as gazing at them back at home.  The difference was the unknown constellations painted upon the new heavens vault before me.  On the other side of the universe, I find myself star gazing and thinking back to the moment of how normal everything was for me.  I could remember just staring into the endless expanse of beauty back at home and falling in love with what my imagination created for me.  It was a safe scenario where I always came out on top. I was the hero that defeated some unknown evil that lay dormant underneath the Earth.  So many stories. All with a safe outcome.  And yet somehow that person still exist there. Safe and so naive to what is really going on.

I am still trying to figure it out myself. Those small moments of star gazing are a beautiful peace of mind to all the madness and chaos that flow forth from an unknown spring of evil.  I was never a hero (Only in my mind) I was never brave, nor had the courage to confront all that I feared.  I was a person that let the river take me and did my best to just stay afloat.  And yet I was chosen for this.  To weld this immense unimaginable power.  To become a beast of blue star fire and light.  A mage of blue flames and cosmic torrents.  And although I am on the other side of the Universe, the true perspective is that my journey has just begun.

I look upon a triangular like constellation similar to that of Libra back at home and feel the call there.  The light vernacular of those three stars speak to my eyes in a universal like plea.  Many patterns cycle on through all meaning the same.  The one I recognize is S.O.S.  I align my staff to the constellation in the sky as it sets a course for me to safely navigate my way to the cosmic call for help. I then transform to the star dragon and spread my light wings. In moments I am in root toward the unknown libra like constellation moving at the speed of thought.

At last the sky.   Was this the end?  Did we make it.  There was a glowing haze among the air and sky.  It was if as the colors of my dreams slowly rained down on reality.    There were butterflies made of fire fluttering by.  All we could do is walk forward.  Through the haze we walked on through.  The more steps we took the brighter the haze got.  There was now no ground beneath us. Every step we took left behind ripples of blue light.  The stars were now around us.  Feathers made of sunlight were fallen around us.  And then we heard a strange song.  There were Angels every where!  All of them holding strange instruments.  They created a sound like no other.   We were lost in this song of the angels.  But these were no angels!  They were previous heroes lost in the maze!  Lost in this wicked haze!  Turns out we are halfway through the maze! We most go on!

i watched the end of everything come down before me...

i was so scared and just stood there watching..

the fire was coming from the sky..

it will be here soon..

as the tears ran down my face i saw her there by the tree..

she was holding a guitar looking to the sky..

she begin to play ever so as i listen to the song of tomorrow..

all sound seem to leave all at once except for the chords she played..

i noticed that my tears were no longer running down my face..

the song she played seem to calm the fire in the sky..

she played till our sky was clear again..

until our sun shined true light..

when she was done she held the guitar to the tree she stood by..

the guitar became part of the tree turning into a branch with leaves..

she walked away into the forest never looking in my direction..

for years i tried to play this song again..

but i can never find the chords..

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can make you see galaxies!
I can ignite your skin like a small lightning storm..
I can pour out your soul and return it..
Time and time again..
But I will only do so if you let me....
The beauty of your waterfall fills my shadow with light!

That alone feeling..
Comes and goes..
You feel it in the depths of your beating heart..
Everyone is here and your alone.
It does not last long..
But it truly is there..
Its as if emotions felt throughout life resurface from time to time when not used..
I suppose my happiness is the reason for such a forgotten feeling..
The loneliness just misses being felt..
And so it comes and goes with me..
I feel alone among everyone around me..
Sad gray man in a gray painting..
But then the colors return..
And I bid loneliness farewell..
The gift of loneliness today was this poem you read..
I am fine again..
(Time felt alone today.. 5:51 seconds.. )

Today we will learn
I am sure you all have heard the term S-ENERGY, SOULCHARGE, S-WAVES, SOUL-POWER, and LIFESPARK..

We can run across the stars because of such energy.. The soul is more powerful then anything we can ever fuse or generate..

But a soul must be given not taken.. This planet is known as Earth.. It has over 6 billion souls.. For 1000 yeras we have studied the relegion of this planet and have found some loop holes on how such earthlings will give their soul..

There are enough souls here to sustain us for the next 5,000,000 yeras.. in 12 dayres we will create a false rapture.. the humans will think it to be a sort of gateway to their heaven, to their salvation..

Understand the humans will be apart of our amazing race, a race that will rebuild across the universe everything that was taken from us.. They will power our star vessels and sustain our way of living

Our vessel, The Grandjas, 70 mileres long 50 mileres wide is powered by only one human child soul..

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.

I flow into her as she flows onto me..
Our eyes and souls connect time and time again..
Until the embrace of the absolute nexus is tapped on both sides..
where explosions of emotions and shadows become one..
together we go, together the arrival..
where our spirals become one intertwined and spin out of control creating colors seen by closed eyes!

()" 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.<>

DEAD GRASS:
If the yellows bend to the winds and the yellows gain no color from life water itself, from sunshine eternal.. Out wisp the colors green in certain areas, more custom to life, more in tune to the gospel of the Sun..

RIVERS FLOW:
So flows the river, down a swath to return to oceans dreamed.. under moon, under sun, under storms without flood, once there was a judge, but even the rivers cut him apart..

BLAZE GOLD:
Blue blaze among stars, through eyes of zeal, a hope to be zen when light leaps are possible.. A return to Eden Soon..

WINGED VENGENCE:
The return.. Light leaps through stars on wings of light.. They walked among us.. With wings grand, the angel men, the eagles, falcons of vengence as they reclaim their Eden from us.. They walked among the day with wings brighter than the old sun.. They brought life back to the Earth.. In groups they travelled, with 3 always playing and singing the song of their return and rise..

MANKIND:
Mankind tries and takes the world with it.. For no one to have.. As the explosions brigther than 1000 suns shines among the Earth..