Category Archives: Philosophy

Embers

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“This place in my dream, is the reason I still breathe. For I yearn to return and leave reality to burn. I care only of what I once knew, what I once did and how I once lived. Yet when I wake it is only an ember I take. And now I am tired. Now I want it all”

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Venture to this place

Only you and me

A wonderful state

A place where you are free

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A land beyond darkness

A place of peace and sight

A sanctuary for thought

A temple of infinite right

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I take you here

Yet the time is not yours

I show this place to you

For you have battled many wars

This place is ours

You have lived before

You have knelt on high

Bowed on every floor

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This kingdom is home

One which you will return

For the time is not now

I show for I know  you yearn

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We all must live

Answer to the call

Learn the answers and determine the reason

For it all

With the answers,

time does stall

memory does fail

and life gets frail

But with the answers have faith

you knew the path,

that you would take

the journey is not so adventurous,

for life indeed is perilous

with it comes consequence, yet take not the chance

For no one truly knows if indeed, that is how we get home…..

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We must go

Leave this place

Return you back

A new day to face

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Just take with you an ember of memory

Just take with you

A peace of time

You will not recall

The journey or the fall

~

Just have faith and believe

Some things are too great for the mind to conceive

Turmoil

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turmoil

I

epic as it was

eternal as it is

 turmoil enraptures

brings forth its years

II

this place of vision and haste

surrounded by beauty and inner waste

blessings and bitter distaste

it is fate

III

chaos and retribution

violence a seemingly perfect solution

time to grieve intuition

the passing

IV

one day come the next

as time passes

 chaos must rest

into peace

See

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What does God see?
How does He feel?
If you could be with Him,
How would you feel?
Would you feel proud?
Or perhaps weak?

If you had to explain the situations of today?
Yes there is good in people…
Yes there is hope out there…
There is Faith…
Belief…
Benevolence…

Is that enough to shade the indifference?
How would the doubt be hidden?
What of wars and malevolence?

That is on our shoulders
In our conscience
And we should be ashamed
No, we can not fix the world
We can become aware

To question what God feels
To think of what He sees
To think that He does not understand all aspects
To not believe in the reasons
He holds the reasons
We learn from His reasons

We are guided by His intentions

Not forced, nor lead

Simply shown a possible way

Let us be more aware
And less blind
Let us become more like Him
Let us not lose the vision

Nor the hope we declare to Him

Turn Back

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Once upon a time I was unique… I spoke words true and laughed in the face of doubt… I was strong.

Once upon a time I was whole… I felt with my soul and spoke with my mind… Now my soul cries and my tears die… I was wrong.

Once upon a time I made a choice… I turned away and let them stray… they were my words… they were my songs… now I find I am all alone…

Once upon a time I said these words. It was the beginning of the end and now that end is gone. It disappeared and I fear my actions are unjustified… they can not change time… no matter how hard I try… I’m sorry doesn’t suffice

Mortality

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“God has put within our lives meanings and possibilities that quite outrun the limits of mortality.”
Harry Emerson Fosdick

As of late I have been thinking about death, not so much mine, yet not generalized. Perhaps it’s because I am more aware of it, perhaps it’s because it is part of life. I don’t know. I could say it’s because I am getting older, yet by todays standards I am very young. Perhaps it’s because I am afraid that if  were to leave today I would have little to show for my existence. Perhaps. Yet who knows?

 

What I do know is that one day I won’t be here, my family as I know it won’t either… what will be here is the next generation. If one day I have kids I will live in memory as my father lives in mine. If one day my words travel beyond these pages they will live in the minds of their readers… if.

If not, there is still infinity, there is still life, there is still the wind carries the air… if I am forgotten, as my father will be once I am gone we shall make the sun shine and the moon glow… we shall whisper in the wind as so many of the forgotten do… yet there is still that which does not forget…

 


 

through silence

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Only through silence I will see

The dawn breaking in front of me

Its colors vivid,

though I remain blind

The light so timid,

in the shadows of my mind

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Why have I silenced my soul

Heard it shout though always I know

That it was I who broke the dawn

I listened to it sing

its final song

The voice is gone

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It shall remain undone

Until Silence has won

Be silent and know

that in truth, you beleive it dead

know the truth in its stead

Silence speaks volumes

A moment

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When she is here, it’s beautiful. It’s as if we become one and are free. For that moment when I see her I know. I know and so does she. But what we know doesn’t  explain the why.

Why has the world led us to this moment? Am I referring to my moment, your moments, the moments experienced by the world, by life.  Or am I simply being mindful of none other than myself? As always.

As always, except for perhaps when we reunite. For years I have been searching and running. From one to the other watching and waiting. Hoping for a hint of that feeling I have when I see her. It is chemical. It is euphoric. And it lasts as long as I see her.

I can see her.

I can feel her,

and I know her, as I’ve known no other.

I wish it could be forever, yet I, I am the one who leaves.

It is my mind which wanders, it is my eye which turns away. It is that moment which lasts but a second that carries infinite circumstance and absence. It is I who leaves…

And with time, comes the moments. Memories are bliss, what we perceive is as real as a shadow.

Who is she?