#omega
Millenia a moment
wishes on all the starfish in the ocean
wouldn't make Wilcox happy in love
Indivisible divisions
infinite wisdom where math and science
will never meet God
Did science create a universe or simply define it?
Where beginning meets end in pinpoints of minutia
that by definition and design will never actually meet
Cradle me in your arms for nanoseconds
each holding an eternity
If only time could be held by more than mere memory
Maybe, everything until the now that is never the now
can touch a moment
that can never be broken into its smallest parts
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
I’m looking out on the road the sky is bright the wind is cold.
The wind my element it blows so hard, the sheer force of the world is felt in this air.
I feel the life being ****** out and then in to my body at the same time such a beautiful sensation.
This is the sensation right before you begin the Great Work when you feel the energy of the universe.
The energy just whirling around in circles the path of lapis ruber or another path.
But my journey if not for lapis philosophorum my journey is for blank, my mind is not for anything.
The journey I travel is not for life it is not for death this journey is not for a **** thing in existence.
My journey is for something much more what it is only one on the road will understand.
So when I feel the wind blowing I ask myself is it time for me to move? Is it time to start?
I am going to the center of the sun what will I do now that I’ve taken the first step has it all begun?
It is not possible to turn back not in this particular journey.
In this journey once you take a step, the platform you were walking on before is completely destroyed.
It is swallowed up in the sea of what, the platform is consumed in the place of never-ending nothingness.
Really it is not a place, it is swallowed in the void, so you can’t turn around even if you will it.
Now I as I walk this path I sit here and I see the star, on it are five points.
The five points of the star are all looking at me I just wonder if the look is inverted or upright.
If it is observing me inverted what will I do? If it is watching me uprightly what can I do?
These questions are both the same but which way is the star observing me.
I couldn’t give a **** either way, but at certain points it seems I would give a **** now why is that?
See I’m on a spiraling path of this something, and it’s becoming clear, it’s not that I’m stepping forward.
In this journey I am not stepping forward I am not stepping backwards I am doing much more.
But I am stepping.
That’s the beauty of this journey where time ceases to exist.
It’s because at the end of this journey I might have explored the universe in its entirety.
I may have went to the edge of this universe of motion and jumped off the edge.
I would have slipped through the corners barely escaping the hound dogs of the barrier.
And after facing the eternal beasts, I would have ended up back inside of the universe.
It’s funny because after this timeless journey, I may have gained so much and time will have certainly passed.
est ruber in terra, populous non est faciem in principia pater sol regnat
in terra humanos est regnant.
deus sol non est in oceanaia luna non est in caelum nocte quam quam non lux.
non lux quam quam sol non est regnat.
hominis the rise of the moon is so great that the light of the sun can be overtake.
But the light of the moon come from the light of the sun there is nothing else that can actually and truly be done.
What to be done is what to be given to all who want to go forward in the way of life.
The path of love and the path of light leads to the same sources it is up to one of us to decide which one will be our tool. Back to what I was talking about the sand was awesome.
The alpha and the omega a rise of the sun and the fall of the moon also rise of the moon and the fall of the sun.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
There he is, my little baby boy, his fluffy ginger fur spiked out in all directions.
His eyes, like coco powder surrounding a drop of pure vanilla. They are so big and heart catching I have to mention.
His spiraled tail laid over his back and spread out like a fire work. Curly and a sandy color, it stands out against his Gingerbread coat.
His tiny, dainty, quick moving paws always in a scurry as he races to his little window, barking in a high pitch squeal, his spirit always in a float.
His fur flows in a fluffy rustle when he stands outside to strut his pride, his little mocha mountain peaks alert and doesn't miss a single action.
He walks like the world revolves around him, he runs for nothing but his own fancy desires, He flaunts his cute looks, with the sway of his tail and barks at other dogs just to get a good reaction.
His white furred lips speak of whimpers and pleads to me whenever I'm down, He lays over my arms when I type, sick of not being the center of attention.
He allows his two back legs to fly behind him when he kicks in demand. He bangs his two front paws to the ground when he's frustration for not getting his way. There's too much tension.
I can't help but to laugh at the pathetic adorable soul! Thinking he can live his spoiled "perfect" worry-free life forever.
But even the greatest break, people wear a mask, and so do dogs! He pretends he doesn't need any body. He think's he's so clever!
Behind that perfectly circular face of fluff and eye seeking attention, is a heart of fear... There is no drop of bravery within him...
As his mother, as his human, as his owner I feel his fear, for we both fear the same thing... The higher authority, our changes to them are dim...
When he is around them, his tail hangs low to hide it's spark, his shiny wondering eyes look down in shame of his small size and courage.
His mountain peeks collide in an avalanche. They lay back and hide their mighty heights. His hopefulness for joy could not flourish...
His eyes water up like a river from a down pour... have you ever seen tears pour from a dogs eyes at a constant rate? I have...
His pride as an Alpha was only an act, his true identity is all omega, his mind and heart have been split into halves...
He's high pitch but low noted howl does not ring when he is in the state of depression as omega. He instead taps his two little light paws against my chair as I sit...
I look down and sadly sometimes I ignore him. My mind already in a struggle. But the little one is wise as well. He'll kick his back legs and howl to catch my attention and throw a fit!
He knows I need his little fluffy sweet comfort, and he needs my warm embrace and my soft lap.
The only time he always look so content and happy is when I hold the little dear and he purposely falls backwards so I may hold him like a baby, an opportunity I have to grab
He has a big smile on his soft furry face, his eyes pleasantly closing, his body pliable and limb.
You would think he was fake by the peaceful contentment on his face, his little black paws up in the air, so many adore him
Only because of his physical appearance, not because of the longing to change sweet hearted Pomeranian from within
When I set him down, the peace instantly breaks, his happiness is shattered, his nose sniffing up at me in disbelief, he needs thicker skin.
Munchkin... you had two owners before us, the first one threw you out of the car in front of a pet store...
The other locked you up in your cage for too many helpless countless hours... you remember this for sure.
The Lord is merciful... for we have came to the rescue, your soul is now being built back up... we promise we won't abandon you. I won't abandon you...
If only you knew how the Lord has used you in my life... The blessing you have been. This owner ship refuses to move.
You are my sweet Pomeranian Munchkin... and I am your owner
Have No Fear Little Fluff.. Have No Fear
I love you <3
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 6:31 AM UTC
You Oh Lord are the Alpha and the Omega
You Oh Lord are the beginning and the end
You Oh Lord are the counselor and healer
You Oh Lord bring us here and now you send
You Oh Lord are the word and the light
You Oh Lord are God of the day and the night
You Oh Lord are the wind and the rain
You Oh Lord are God of my joy and my pain
You Oh Lord are present here and now
You Oh Lord give me the strength to stand and to bow
You Oh Lord are God of my life and my death
You Oh Lord allow me to take my next breath
You Oh Lord are the life blood that flows
You Oh Lord stir a fire that grows
You Oh Lord are my rock and stronghold
You Oh Lord are the anchor to which I hold
You Oh Lord are my Shepherd my Master
You Oh Lord make my heart beat faster
You Oh Lord hold me in your hand
You Oh Lord are firm footing in shifting sand
You Oh Lord are my peace and provision
You Oh Lord help me make a good decision
You Oh Lord help make me complete
You Oh Lord have made me a seat
You Oh Lord are good when I am not
You Oh Lord love me a lot
You Oh Lord are the reason I get out of bed
You Oh Lord are where I lay my head
You Oh Lord are knocking at my heart
You Oh Lord love my every part
You Oh Lord of my good, bad, and fair
You Oh Lord are inescapable, you are everywhere
You Oh Lord love me even when I fall and sin
You Oh Lord you come running to take me back in
You Oh Lord are my shield and my sword
You are my Savior my King and my Lord
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
A young prince was born, in a liter of many puppies
He was a triplet of two sisters, but he was a different out of all the babies
The omega was his place, no one ever expected any bravery to be gained
He was afraid even of the smallest frailest creature. Fear was around his neck like a chain
One of his closest triplet, Princess had gone away, for she was a warrior now, strong and proud
While her brother remained on the sidelines, behind the cheering crowds
The one that never left his side was the second sister, who was an Angel of Fire
A Fighter of beauty and demand. She was the alpha, and she flaunted her desires.
Terrified he was towards the world that seems gigantic and impossible to understand.
His Angel sister was his guardian, she helped him to conquer the land
His hunger grew wild, his desires flew fast.
He became the strongest one, the bravest pup of the pack
His soul was loyal to his family around him,
He always gave kisses, his love was never trimmed
Until one day, He went out for the first time alone,
He saw the gate opened that led to an empty road!
His burst of joy took over as his father barked in fear and warning
He stopped and turned around, but suddenly, he felt his paws shaking.
His big black marble eyes looked up, there was no mercy as the car crashed against his skull
His uncle, mother, sister, and father rushed to him, watching his dying body fall
His tail wagged in discomfort as he gave a final kiss
Knowing that his time has finally ended, everyone around him was his bliss.
His whimpering cries slowly came to an end
This was the end of a Prince. The Prince, my old loyal friend.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
You submit to your master
As I fight to become alpha
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
*Order and chaos
Reborn on our world
They fight, they merge
On the first day of a new world
By the creatures of shadow
Dark sun,the destruction
Revived
The star possesor
Shall choose their way*
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
The death of a sibling so greatly seen
Forever lost, an object of feen
Losing one so young is all but a sin
Hatred boiling throughout my kin
Never having been able to say goodbye
Bellowing throughout the house, my piercing cry
I live to walk alone without my support
The death of my sister has made me distraught
A punishment for all my crimes
God’s grace is all but dimes
Screaming out for her return
Left with nothing but a yearn
The death of an enemy so terribly lost
The one that you've hated, at what cost
Never will you be able to say sorry
To all the wrongs committed, the worry
A teaching in life for which I’ve learnt
Love the ones you've dangerously burnt
Regret is a pain that eats at your soul
A reckoning that defeats the biggest blow
Life and death work in a mysterious way
One cannot live without the others decay
Although one must start for one to end
The Alpha and Omega, the worlds amend.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
Wolf adorns her howl,
Almighty Jewel of Snow.
Controlled by Auroras shadow,
Slipping through the wood.
She is a beta,
Walking in the path of Omega.
She is marked by the moon,
A star upon her brow.
White as snow,
Pure holiness.
She searches for mateship,
Someone to be with for eternity.
Even as wolf of Aurora,
She is Mortal as can be.
Thy Jewel of Snow,
Tranquil by Ice.
She will become Omega,
To find the mate.
For the rest of their lives.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
The Alpha will call, the omega will join,
Together as one, they sing a song,
All now hunted, because of one fateful calling,
Haunting, yet beautiful, they'll ravage,
They'll break, they'll snap and growl,
Stopping for yet no one,
No one but the Alpha Wolf.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Glowing white,
In the ebony sky.
It's face smiles.
It's scars,
Visible by the naked eye.
All creatures stare to the sky.
Howling winds,
Transcendence.
The masters of the woods,
Look to thy moon.
Craving it's power,
That adrenaline.
Wolves of Color,
Alpha of Black,
Omega of White.
Thy pack howls,
Thundering through the forest.
All creatures run,
Caressing the hand of death.
One Beta stands out,
With eyes of ashure.
Fur of mane.
She who stands out,
Challenges the enemy.
Silver lines of worthy,
Claws of a lion.
Thy Beta wolf.
Stands mighty.
She is without pups,
Without love.
Without...
Sympathy.
The wolf,
Almost Archaic,
To the family.
She walk's alone,
Under the pale-faced moon.
Searching for hope,
Of finding love soon..
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Dear Emma Watson -
Shall we make love
The object of
Our spiritual quest
Together?
Surely an altogether
Better option
Than pairing you off
In a commentary box
With one John Motson
Discussing twenty two
Pairs of socks
Chasing a piece of leather?
If spiritual questing
Is not for you
I will make do
With tightly tied pairs of shoes
Existential emus,
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.
Whilst hoping you find
Your Sherlock Holmes,
Miss Watson
I will content myself with
Cataloguing my collection of
Black and white combs.
I also have plots on
Which I need to work -
Wednesday Addams's love of
Moon dried tomatoes
Or Erica Roe
Somewhere in Portugal
Growing sweet potatoes
For sale.
Don't let anyone tell you
There ain't no perks
To being an Omega Male.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC