--The Passing Storm--
drops of rain click on the tin roof. intimidating rumbles from the clouds persuade the sky to open up. retreating, humbled, as the sun flawlessly grins through the rough grey and glistens effortlessly, the storm runs and hides like the timid cattle offspring that were once drenched by its decaying depression. Luminous,... the sun elates the earth and blesses its soil with warmth.
--The Revolt--
Standing lifeless at the edge of the earth, I watched as my companions one by one fell into a fiery abyss. The hands that I once held through trials and broke through barriers of evil and dismay with, are now the hands of an even greater evil. Ample gratitude will be supplied to those who follow my movement and revolt against the common distress of this oblivious country. I stand corrected now, blessing my accusers, and I abhor those that pulled me to this part of this dark world. Imminent prosperity and retaliation is at way... forget the flaws and put the past in the past where it has always been meant to be. Anger, depression, dismay, cowardice, and fear... I ought not ever see any of you again. Be gone. Be forever ridiculed. Compassion, love, forgiveness, courage, intimacy, and true friendship... you are my never ending colleagues.
--The Fear--
so short to rest, the ancient fear, that sought to devour my soul
My mind runs over, my sight ahead, and I read from the ancient scroll
Saying, blessed are the pure in thought for they will endure much pain,
From negligence, apathy, anger and depravity, you must, of course, refrain.
Think not too little about your past and make not the same mistakes,
your chances are but one, my son, so take this not in vain.
--The End--
So this is the end. This is where my body lays to rest at last.
This is where my hands return my borrowed soul to the maker of this troubled land.
A time to cry, a time to laugh, a time to leave emotion in the past.
Drowsy is my head, and weary are my arms and legs,
As I lay this final time, my heart begins to decay.
Open up, great golden gates with pearl,
I stand agape, in awe of this, my weary arms unfurl.
Blinded, and struck down by amazement itself, my eyes can see no sin,
Within these gates a land awaits, where there will not be an end.