I search to find
My soul divide
Why did you leave
To grieve or reprieve
Why did you go
You knew I couldn’t go
Time has always held
A stories farewell
For now we wait
A seemingly eternal fate
When we all shall meet
Welcome and greet
On the gates of times horizon
We shall enter the garden of heaven
An empty destiny
Emptiness is the consumption of will
It is not the beginning that counts
It is the return to the present that manifests life
All creativity must have roots
All expectations must have matter
All possibilities become whole
My beautiful dream
Giving way to sadness nevermore
I’ve been wanting signs
Waiting in fear
Can not imagine falling way
Can not believe in emptiness
Stay here
Stay with me
Please
Lost…
Everyday
Found…
One day
Destiny allows no room for error
All things will be shown at Time’s leisure
All life is full
Has evolution stopped at our place?
Has evolution given up on our time?
I believe in ages of enlightenment…
times when we see in the future, yet stand in the past
we need those times again… it seems that time stands still for none
Life is forgotten until the end… when we blink… blink and then…
Engulfed in irrelevance we have become
Surrounded by false intentions too trivial to hurt… yet they burn
Allowing our potential to fail
Allowing our spirits to break
Allowing our minds to travel
To forget… to live without regret
Sometimes you need to regret… perhaps not our minds… we need to regret for all
All these questions, all the time
Time to look for the way
Time to look for the answers
Let us evolve today
As I sit here
with my hands to my eyes
As the warm tears
Stream down my cheeks I will cry
Where are you?
Why have you not come?
In this place and time?
What have I done?
Take me away
I am not strong enough to carry this burden
Take me away
I am not strong enough to make these decisions
Help me
Guide me
Protect me
Enlighten me
For in this hour I cry
Maybe tomorrow I die
For all is all
And all shall be
As life is life
What will be
Will be
Nothing can describe sadness
Nothing can provide answers
All is within, we have to believe
Until it ends, we shall not see
“What if I don’t write right?”…There is no such thing, writing is the interpretation of words into thought into words. Writing is emotion coming through your fingers channeled into impressions. Writing is the ability to formulate your mind into a translatable language. Writing is art, art is freedom, freedom is connecting, and that is beautiful.
What is purpose?
According to some, purpose is required in order to live a decent life, a good life, with direction and meaning .Some people believe God assigns “purposes” to people and that it is their “destiny” to fulfill them. Some believe “purpose” is not given, but chosen.
What is destiny?
Destiny refers to a predetermined course of events. It may be conceived as a predetermined future, whether an individual or a world. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a fixed natural order to the universe.
Would you say “destiny” is “purpose”? I wonder. Is there some important purpose we have here? Are we missing it? Is the light of destiny, part of the greater flame of Life. Which originated first? Life or Destiny?
We all see through different visions… it is through a Kaleidoscope called life… these visions are and always will be different… and yet… the sky is still blue, the sun is still bright, he ocean is still large and they mountains are still tall… there are some truths spoken in different tongues… yet they remain truths…
Journals Of Enreal 