#elemental
To have you is God's finest gift
To hear
To love
To feel
To hold you is my greatest pleasure
To taste
To smell
To look and see
To believe
To be live
To believe with you
To be live with you
Define
be·lieve
/bəˈlēv/
"1. Accept as true; feel sure of the truth.
2. Hold as an opinion; think or suppose."
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 10:02 AM UTC
The Archons Attempt to Mock the Fool — and End Up Mocking Themselves
I. The Wind’s Rebuttal (That Wasn’t)
“You laugh at law, you dancing breeze,
Yet I, the ruler, set decrees!”
The Wind just swirled his crown away—
“Oh dear, your words are made of day.”
The Archon coughed and puffed his chest:
“I meant… yes, well… I jest!”
(But no one laughed, except the sky.)
II. The Fire’s Boast
“Ha! I can burn your little jest!
I am wrath, and I am blessed!”
The Fire blinked once, then twice, then smiled,
“So bright, yet still so mild.”
The Archon’s flame devoured his pride,
And left him cold and mortified.
(A soft giggle flickered through the coals.)
III. The River’s Retort
“I’ll dam your words, you silver tongue!
I’ll freeze your laugh where songs are sung!”
The River rippled, “Oh, please do—
I’d love to see what freezes you.”
He stomped his staff; she washed it clean.
“How rude,” he said. “How serene,” she grinned.
(The current carried off his crown again.)
IV. The Earth’s Complaint
“He mocks our thrones! He mocks our might!”
cried the Archon, shaking stone with spite.
The Earth yawned deep: “Then plant a tree.”
“A tree?” he spat. “What mockery!”
“Exactly so,” she said and hummed,
“You’re learning, dear—just stay un-numbed.”
(Roots crept up and tickled his pride.)
V. The Lightning Duel
“Strike him down!” one shouted high,
“I’ll split his grin and scorch the sky!”
But Lightning zigged, refused to zag,
“He’s quicker, friend—perhaps just brag?”
The Archon fell in smoking awe;
The heavens whispered, “Nice last draw.”
(Thunder applauded, purely out of pity.)
VI. The Mist’s Mischief
“Reveal yourself, you jesting shade!”
The Archon roared. The Mist just played.
“Reveal myself? But which one, dear?
The one you made, or one you fear?”
He swung at fog and missed again,
His logic dripping, thin as rain.
(Even his echo sighed “good try.”)
VII. The Star’s Debate
“You cannot laugh! You have no crown!”
He yelled up at the heavens’ frown.
The stars blinked once, a slow applause—
“We shine for fun, not for your laws.”
“But order! Rank! Celestial plan!”
“Oh hush,” they said, “You’re mostly tan.”
(Constellations rearranged into the word “oops.”)
VIII. The Echo’s Confusion
“Fool! Fool!” the Archon’s voice resounds,
Yet each shout softens as it bounds.
“Fool…” it fades, “…cool…” then “true…” then “play…”
Until the thought just drifts away.
The caves all hum the Pilgrim’s tune,
While echoes blush beneath the moon.
(The Archon vows never to yell indoors again.)
IX. The Cosmic Punchline
The Pilgrim’s laugh now circles near,
A sound the Archons hate to hear.
They raise their hands in false command,
“Stop that mirth! Obey! Re-stand!”
But laughter folds their thrones to dust,
Their dignity begins to rust.
The universe giggles, small and kind—
“You can’t out-joke the unconfined.”
XIII. The Pilgrim’s Encore
(Yes—he skips a number. He would.)
“Dear Archons, bless your earnest hearts,
You tried to duel with cosmic arts!
Yet humor’s not a game of war—
It’s letting go of what you’re for.
So take my gift, my jester’s plea:
Learn to laugh, and you’ll be free.”
(He bows. The elements cheer. The curtain falls—made of dawn and dew.)
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
Water that flows, it moves in its own way,
The feelings I have, they're here to stay.
Earth ever strong, ever resilient, never waiving,
When we're together, you're always misbehaving.
Fire that burned with passion and desire,
What we felt for each other I thought would never expire.
Air that we breathe it surrounds us all,
Of all the people I'd met, you were the one that made me fall.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
A body bigger than anything we've seen before
Wings longer than a bus and wider than a house
Teeth sharp and point like looking in a alligators mouth!
Scales shining like a ruby in the light
A tail swaying so hard it hit most rocks
Leg's that crushes the ground beneath it's feet
Claws to ripped fresh meat
A roar so loud
It pierced the clouds
Elements of all sorts
Fire, Earth, Air Wind, Metal
So much more
A beast with such power
Sure to make you cowered
Only the bravest dare go against it
Sleeping in caves
Protecting the treasure
So will guide you and some will ****
It's all up to their will
Facing a creature so intelligent
It's would cause fear and worry
But also worship and love
We all know the beast i speak of
The dragon! It goes by many names
The thing we all grew to love
A dragon, More like a god from above
A blessing and A Curse
That's the best way to put it
A Dragon i bet you can't wait to see it
To see it in the sky
Flying high over the town
Hearing roars the sound so close yet so far
Wishing to be blessed
We all know what a dragon is capable of
But see we will risk everything just to get near
A dragon
Something we both love and Fear
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
gazing at this man
i notice
behind his eyes
you can see
the way he loves is almost like wind and rain.
it is soft and gentle,
pure and fearless,
passionate but innocent.
as he looks up
gaze meeting mine
i hope
his wind and rain
longs for my earth and fire.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a maelstrom
Consuming emotion
Twisting endlessly
Swirling perpetually
Tossing on the water
A beautiful, impassioned, blue maelstrom.
Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a leaf
Consuming peace
Hovering incessantly
Soaring tirelessly
Tossing in the wind
A beautiful, tranquil, green leaf.
Twisting, turning, churning, swirling
My heart is a blaze
Consuming wrath
Flaming constantly
Combusting continualy
Tossing in the fire
A beautiful, violent, red, blaze
Twisting, turning, churning, swirling,
My heart is a stone
Consuming structure
Tumbling boundlessly
Crumbling unendingly
Tossing on the earth
A beautiful, exact, brown, stone.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
I stand with roots deep into my mother
With branches out stretching towards my father
And Light from the rising sun reflecting within my eyes.
Machi curing, Machi healing,
I sing your song. I feel your love.
Mi Pachamama
So full of love
Your flow of life, ever flowing
Your river of sound, ever singing
Your stream of light, forever shinning.
How can I ever cry when I am within your arms?
Arising with the warming sun
Flowing through the air on the breath of her winds
So softly the clouds release her love
As they are caressed by the tops of her mountains.
Her waters of love flowing…
Trickling down onto the forest
Gathering into the brooklets,
Streams, riverlets, and rivers
Satisfying the thirst of all her creations.
The sound of pan flutes filling my ears
The dance of chi coursing through
Even this body, this gift, this flesh.
Singing her lullaby
Embracing & soothing this tired soul.
Softly the winds bring the colors
Of her song into my beating heart.
Machi soothing
Machi healing. Machi Curing
Machi, singing me well with Her love
Mi Pacha Mama , so full of love
Your flow of life, ever flowing
Your river of sound, ever singing
Your stream of light, forever shinning.
How can I ever cry when I am within your arms?
Healing, Soothing, Curing, Love
I sing your song. I sing your love
Mi Pacha Mama…
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
With iron in our blood and water in our eyes
It’s hard to explain why death we cannot defy
Because the metal that’s made us is just rearranged dirt and dust
As we as a society are ****** forward by scientific wanderlust
Perpetual drive to figure out what is human while forgetting to be a person
But the human condition worsens as we evolve to a certain urban version
A claimed advanced people with brain and brawns for power
It becomes easy to forget nature’s showers; the trees and flowers
Never forget your origins. Never forget where you come from
The Earth that made you isn't just a drum for you to beat with your thumb
With iron in our blood and water in our eyes
We lose our elemental touch as the world continues to cry
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
He says I smell like rain,
so to complement me he smells of
freshly washed stone.
Dust rising in the air,
sometime in April,
when my showers have cleansed him.
We are not the same person.
He is grounded,
I live in the air
'til I come crashing to the ground,
where he waits for me.
They say water will break earth.
He's broken me instead,
in the most beautiful way,
and together we will create mountains;
Unscalable and true,
Deep and ancient and wise.
And when we are dead
we will stand monumented.
Our journey through life,
when he was rough
and I was a storm
of fury and form,
and you will remember us.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
(campfire poetry) WE ARE FIRE, WE COULD BE WATER
Flickering, fluttering, licking all it touches
Through another log it goes;
Spreading warmth, consuming everything,
Atoms and particles
Splitting and shifting in throes.
Fascination, energy at its purest.
An open flame, made malleable
By the hands that feed it or quench it.
There is no greater exhibition
Of something as infallible
In its awe-inspiring might
It is an eternal fight
Between that which is to be consumed
And that which is to be construed
Into something new, and different.
And so, we are one with the element
That awes us and terrifies us at the same time.
Our life is built
On the graveyard of our ancestry;
Our homes are powered
Through the sacrificial burning of past lives.
The food we eat is life from our perspective,
Yet it is death itself for all else.
The trees we cut down, the animals we torture,
The lives we take, the populations we uproot;
Our way of life is an endless reenactment
Of an ant being crushed by a boot
No life is sacred, all can be loot.
We are fire, we could be water;
A more gentle element than most.
A soothing, balming agency
Like the overachiever who dares not boast.
Both are harmful in excess,
Both can be destructive,
Only one is restorative.
And so, we choose to be fire;
We torch, burn, consume,
Until all that is around us
Transitions to its post-human state.
A lifeless mass of black and grey,
An emotionless, bottomless decay.
Alas, as these ruminations grind to a halt,
I find myself desperately looking for the fault
That has created the chasm that brought us here.
Where exactly did we go wrong?
How did we go from being masters of our fate
To this dark, ominous presence
That shrouds all there is?
The Renaissance, the Enlightenment,
and all the revolutions that were and will be;
The great men and women who dedicated their lives
For a better future.
To you, we should apologise - although it wasn't all in vain,
There still is a thousand-mile journey
One that has not gone very far.
And so, we choose to be fire,
When we could be water...
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
some of us are bog people
we live with the snails and the maggots
making bacteria
we're suckers for substance
the dirt speaks to us
some of us are bog people
we hang with the microorganisms
making pilgrimages
we're slimey silt and silage
full-tilt and raw
the dirt wants us
dig it or dig it not
we can't help it
some of us are just bog people
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
Fire Fire Burning Bright,
As I See Your Shining Light,
Fire Burning With Strong Might
And Sets My Soul Alight
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
Crystal sparkles—
From within, with ores,
Mineral, quartz, precious
Commonalities from earths
Core. Wind has attempted
To make shy marks— falling
Sorrowfully short and water
Has edged and smoothed
By centuries too of trying.
This then was their show,
A kind of immortal love,
Everlasting by its trials,
As even the sun knows,
For a ley line, etched so fey,
Runs each wild orbs circumference,
Separates moss from clean stone,
Tracing the path of a star.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Blazing inferno!
Now I will carry water;
Through ice-mountain pass
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Quiet little One...
No longer must you cling
To those clamouring,
Corrosive thoughts of old.
Accept that We Were
All born yesterday.
And again today...
And in every passing hour.
So even Now,
Our spirit pulsing with the Moment.
Breathe as the sky breathes...
One continuous sigh of Completion.
A subtle forward motion;
Effortless, attentive,
Unpolluted in contentment.
Arm yourself with joy,
Infinitely beguiled by life,
This plethora of blessings;
Never ceasing to revel in a Common state of wonder.
Your awkward smile,
Your broken shine,
Your gentle sorrows;
They light the candle
Of your eye; becoming
Amplifiers of your beauty...
Sparkling rays of laughter,
Tossed like tinsel,
Across each heartfelt Conversation.
Waken to the embrace of
Human error;
For both Comedy and Tragedy
Are remedies we share.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
I saw her there, standing in the shade
of a thicket; birch trees in the failing
Autumn. The long grass caressed her;
the wind stirred her hair. Lovely she, in
the failing Autumn, there, on the cusp of
winter. Lightning; storm on the horizon.
Green eyes lifted to catch the rain, falling,
there in the nearing distance. She breathes
in, out, her eyes fall closed as she tastes the
air; rain and soil, sunbaked in the past heat of
the noontime. Grass, wafting upwards. The
trees stir; the shadows of the leaves flit across
her form, face uplifted to the rising storm. Her
raiment snaps, back and forth; the winds uprising,
howling forerunner of the coming storm. Her hair
streams back, a midnight pennant, running out all
behind her. The roaring of the winds upsurges in its
splendor, its howling crescendo reached at last; The trees
bend, backwards in the gale, graceful in their dying,
leaves torn and scattered, out among the plains, and
across the rippling woodlands, soaring in the ecstasy of
the winds. She stands, there, in the moment before the
storm, straight she is, and tall, swaying as the trees wherein
she stands, pale in the twilight. The wind howls in wanton
abandon, wild and glorious; rain strikes the waiting earth,
the grass bends in homage, down before the torrent
descending. The lightning cracks in the darkling sky,
the thunder roars in violent time; the storm falls
in the failing Autumn; darkness comes
in the clouds obscurity, ebon in the raging heavens,
and all was lost there, save the wind, and the rain,
and the darkness of the storm.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Never mind the world behind my eyes.
Or the earth within my skin.
Neither the diamonds swimming in teal blood.
For these are unfairly fairy tales.
Stale stories plucked from a withered imagination.
Tilting on the edge of a translucent dream.
The region which surrounds my form is lucid.
A prism reflecting the many colors of my pieces.
They who dwells in the internal galaxy knows me well.
For I am the matter which you breath in and blow out.
I am Human Dusk.
The sunset and sunrise of old endings and new beginnings.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
*elemental force
her hips sway in Paris
his dreaming hands in Montana
entangled
geography subsides*
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Swords make the men yield
On a desolate field
With no vision but the night
Careful not to crawl upon those individual frights
Those that say,
To save it for a better day
Underestimate the courage
You bring with just one motive
Standing upon the crowd
Chanting ever so loud
In the name of noble men
Who thrive for the ambition again
Darting with arms full,
"They won't escape the bull!"
It aviated across grassy paths
To show all those who turn the roaring wrath
But such of a warrior you stood,
Did what no man could
And flushed the darkness into its ditch
Only showing the light of it
Of all the strength and love that posses your heart
This war was not seen from the start
Though, you gathered the men
Gracefully,
Lending your hand to the fallen friend
Wars come and go,
But this is what you shall always know:
You are the fire
Igniting a homes ablaze even higher
You are the air
Having your essence everywhere
You are the water
Flowing freely through all slaughter
You are the Earth
The honor which gives our lives all of its worth
Though elemental creations do not suffice,
The mastery of the beautiful bull within you,
From morning
To night.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC