Eyes tightly shut
Firm
Strong
Facade.
Arms outstretched
Stiff
Purposeful
Quivering.
Cruel
Is the ground
That supports you
Shooting star
Contrasts the black
Life through glassy eyes
Truth unfolds
Daybreak.
Your demise
Inevitable
You perspective
Erroneous
Your foundation
Crumbling
These cries
Muffled.
Hands trembling
Reaching for light
Fingers grasping
On both sides
Torn apart
By two worlds
Make your choice
Between Life
And Death
Propagate
The message
Give it all
No turning back
Strive
Bleed
For Truth
It's worth
Every drop
13 September 2007
08 September 2007
Mourning Star 1:16 AM
I sought to find escape, respite, a way to get away if only for a moment from the troubles of life and face God. I turned my head upward, and beheld a stairway to Heaven. I climbed in awe, never looking down, never turning back. With trembling steps I clung to a wall, drinking in the sights before me.
The mountains winked warmly as the cool wind kissed my face and caressed my arms. Palm trees swayed in the wind, as the midnight symphony began. Frogs sang in a low croaking, as crickets chirped their soothing melody. The breeze whistled in my ear, whispering words that flowed through my heart and rushed through my mind.
I crawled over to the concrete edge; suddenly, I was gripped by a fantastic terror, as the depths below swallowed my soul. The music rose in crescendo, sweat dripped down my nerveless fingers as my eyes widened in the sheer thrill of the moment. I saw myself falling, falling, falling; racing toward my demise. My hands flew in front of my face as I screamed in vain, as if to scare away the roaring ground.
Then two strong arms gently lifted me, and my eyes were transfixed to the stars; burning brightly, the Mourning Star. It affixed it's eyes on me, and those eyes pierced my being with a focus so intense and haunting. Nature was at It's behest, in silent obeisance the world waited with muffled breath.
My back touched on the hard, cold floor, as my eyes remained on the Being of Light, so seemingly far away, and yet so intimate. I could feel It reading my mind, as nature's music softened and the moon broke forth.
Now I bathe in moonlight, letting the soft rays lightly press my skin. No word is uttered, all that needs to be said has been said. Mourning Star, ever faithful guardian, look upon me tonight, for I fear to sleep without you. And when day breaks, I will know your true nature, for you are the Sun, you are hope, you are life. On this corner of cracked stone I await you, and you will come; for this is where I belong.
The mountains winked warmly as the cool wind kissed my face and caressed my arms. Palm trees swayed in the wind, as the midnight symphony began. Frogs sang in a low croaking, as crickets chirped their soothing melody. The breeze whistled in my ear, whispering words that flowed through my heart and rushed through my mind.
I crawled over to the concrete edge; suddenly, I was gripped by a fantastic terror, as the depths below swallowed my soul. The music rose in crescendo, sweat dripped down my nerveless fingers as my eyes widened in the sheer thrill of the moment. I saw myself falling, falling, falling; racing toward my demise. My hands flew in front of my face as I screamed in vain, as if to scare away the roaring ground.
Then two strong arms gently lifted me, and my eyes were transfixed to the stars; burning brightly, the Mourning Star. It affixed it's eyes on me, and those eyes pierced my being with a focus so intense and haunting. Nature was at It's behest, in silent obeisance the world waited with muffled breath.
My back touched on the hard, cold floor, as my eyes remained on the Being of Light, so seemingly far away, and yet so intimate. I could feel It reading my mind, as nature's music softened and the moon broke forth.
Now I bathe in moonlight, letting the soft rays lightly press my skin. No word is uttered, all that needs to be said has been said. Mourning Star, ever faithful guardian, look upon me tonight, for I fear to sleep without you. And when day breaks, I will know your true nature, for you are the Sun, you are hope, you are life. On this corner of cracked stone I await you, and you will come; for this is where I belong.
01 September 2007
Hasta Luego! 1:48 PM
I'll be heading off to the XD Core soon. Monday, actually. I won't be posting for about three weeks, so this is to ask you to pray for me that all goes smoothly. I'm enabling comment moderation so that this place doesn't become a haven for trolls in my absence.
I mean to write about the MC/OC Camp and CanRock. I'm still waiting for those pictures to come through. Oh, for a camera of my own.
I love you all.
I mean to write about the MC/OC Camp and CanRock. I'm still waiting for those pictures to come through. Oh, for a camera of my own.
I love you all.
28 August 2007
22 August 2007
Can we rock it? Yes, we can! 3:45 PM
Maybe you've heard rumors about there being a Wordstock-style teen camp happening here in Toronto. Well, I'm here to confirm them.
CanRock explodes (in a very Godly, organized way) between August 23-26. Special guests include Plan of Attack, Salt of Earth, and Haven. This event is made possible by the Woodbridge Home (and others, known and unknown), who have donated their time, resources, manpower, prayers, and property to make this all possible.
You can make this event a success, too. Just get down on your knees and shoot one up for us, yes?
CanRock explodes (in a very Godly, organized way) between August 23-26. Special guests include Plan of Attack, Salt of Earth, and Haven. This event is made possible by the Woodbridge Home (and others, known and unknown), who have donated their time, resources, manpower, prayers, and property to make this all possible.
You can make this event a success, too. Just get down on your knees and shoot one up for us, yes?
19 August 2007
Pretender 12:38 AM
How long! he'll cry
Must I endure this lack
And entertain vain imaginations.
Viewing from afar
In bittersweet vicariousness.
Holding tight
Stubborn grasp
Life itself
In an iron clasp.
While true joys
Slip past.
Forget yourself
Forget your past
Die today
And live at last.
Never! for preservations' sake
Our pride must remain intact.
We joy in continuity
And revel in gain
Don't bother
Just ignore the pain
Our image and dignity
Are worth more than your tears.
Our brave exteriors
Cannot comprehend your fears.
Oh, eroded soul
There is no hope in your plan.
Your castle is broken
Your sentries stand dead.
Stiff and wide-eyed
Their wan faces speak
We guarded a Pretender
Who died
Naked in his sleep
Must I endure this lack
And entertain vain imaginations.
Viewing from afar
In bittersweet vicariousness.
Holding tight
Stubborn grasp
Life itself
In an iron clasp.
While true joys
Slip past.
Forget yourself
Forget your past
Die today
And live at last.
Never! for preservations' sake
Our pride must remain intact.
We joy in continuity
And revel in gain
Don't bother
Just ignore the pain
Our image and dignity
Are worth more than your tears.
Our brave exteriors
Cannot comprehend your fears.
Oh, eroded soul
There is no hope in your plan.
Your castle is broken
Your sentries stand dead.
Stiff and wide-eyed
Their wan faces speak
We guarded a Pretender
Who died
Naked in his sleep
06 August 2007
A Better Ending 3:53 AM
The crunch of autumn leaves broken underfoot is mourned by the soft whistling of a gentle and cool breeze. A figure clad in a drab black suit wanders a small path that winds through a modest park. In his left hand he clutches a pitiful bouquet of what appears to be handpicked flowers, the soiled stems a testimony to a hasty gathering. In his eyes is numb pain, his eyelids twitching to conceal the witness his tears would bear against his pride.
A plain brown bench, warmed by the setting sun, promises comfort as two meticulously polished shoes stop in front of it. A hand reaches out to caress the firm, rough surface of the bench as the suns rays tickle trembling fingers. The man seats himself heavily on the bench and looks out on the tall trees, reaching to the sky as if in silent desperation. His fingers run up his neck and rub the stubble on his chin and cheeks.
He has no purpose other than to stare at the sun set, reminiscing on the little turns and twists in the road of his life. His heart skips a beat and then his head drops down; all the trivialities that keep one alive return to punish him for ignoring them. He lifts his head as his face contorts into a plaintive cry of desperation.
Then, the merciful wind blew her his way. He blinked in shock, then watched enthralled as her silky hair danced in the sweet scented breeze. Her lips curved upwards in a demure smile, while her dainty steps seemed to approach in slow motion. He shook his head and turned away, finding the beauty in front of him frightful, when in truth he vainly attempted to suppress his desire to feel.
A delicate hand brushed his shoulder as he screamed inwardly, fearing to face this being that seemed to exude forgiveness and another emotion he could remember from better days--love. Time stopped as he heard his heartbeat and rotated his head to view the being out of the corner of his eye. Her smile was gone, replaced by a furrowed brow that exuded concern and penetrated his protective mask.
He knew it was her.
His teeth chattered; he squinted at her as his eyelids spilled their bowl of tears onto his pale cheeks. Her response was to place her hands on the back of his head as his sobs shook her too. Her chin jutted upwards as her clear blue eyes became blurry with unshed tears. One diamond drop fell, and it sparkled like dew upon the rose petal of her soft pink cheek.
The world was silent. Not a creature breathed. Once he stopped his trembling, his eyes were drawn to hers, and in a wordless understanding, they both knew. A brave smile lighted his face and she sighed; an entrancing sound, music to his ears. She saw what she came to see.
She turned to leave, he leapt up and spoke her name. She turned quietly to see him mouth the words, to hear him whisper the phrase that she loved to hear. With one more smile for him to treasure, she faced away from him and vanished.
Suddenly, he was standing in front of a polished marble structure, reading her name. He bent down to deposit his bouquet, brushing the soil off the stems of the blue and purple flowers. He had not forgotten her favorite colors. Nor had he forgotten her sudden and undeserving demise. His head turned quickly away, his heart filling with regret and self-condemnation. If only he had, if only she had... Anger is a blinding thing.
He turned upward toward the sky, to let the orange sun wash it all away. All that mattered now was their reconciliation. He turned back to the gray stone, leaned over and kissed it. He felt light; he was just starting to live again. He trudged back to the path he was on earlier, and fixed his eye on the horizon. Winter was coming. It's a long way back home.
A plain brown bench, warmed by the setting sun, promises comfort as two meticulously polished shoes stop in front of it. A hand reaches out to caress the firm, rough surface of the bench as the suns rays tickle trembling fingers. The man seats himself heavily on the bench and looks out on the tall trees, reaching to the sky as if in silent desperation. His fingers run up his neck and rub the stubble on his chin and cheeks.
He has no purpose other than to stare at the sun set, reminiscing on the little turns and twists in the road of his life. His heart skips a beat and then his head drops down; all the trivialities that keep one alive return to punish him for ignoring them. He lifts his head as his face contorts into a plaintive cry of desperation.
Then, the merciful wind blew her his way. He blinked in shock, then watched enthralled as her silky hair danced in the sweet scented breeze. Her lips curved upwards in a demure smile, while her dainty steps seemed to approach in slow motion. He shook his head and turned away, finding the beauty in front of him frightful, when in truth he vainly attempted to suppress his desire to feel.
A delicate hand brushed his shoulder as he screamed inwardly, fearing to face this being that seemed to exude forgiveness and another emotion he could remember from better days--love. Time stopped as he heard his heartbeat and rotated his head to view the being out of the corner of his eye. Her smile was gone, replaced by a furrowed brow that exuded concern and penetrated his protective mask.
He knew it was her.
His teeth chattered; he squinted at her as his eyelids spilled their bowl of tears onto his pale cheeks. Her response was to place her hands on the back of his head as his sobs shook her too. Her chin jutted upwards as her clear blue eyes became blurry with unshed tears. One diamond drop fell, and it sparkled like dew upon the rose petal of her soft pink cheek.
The world was silent. Not a creature breathed. Once he stopped his trembling, his eyes were drawn to hers, and in a wordless understanding, they both knew. A brave smile lighted his face and she sighed; an entrancing sound, music to his ears. She saw what she came to see.
She turned to leave, he leapt up and spoke her name. She turned quietly to see him mouth the words, to hear him whisper the phrase that she loved to hear. With one more smile for him to treasure, she faced away from him and vanished.
Suddenly, he was standing in front of a polished marble structure, reading her name. He bent down to deposit his bouquet, brushing the soil off the stems of the blue and purple flowers. He had not forgotten her favorite colors. Nor had he forgotten her sudden and undeserving demise. His head turned quickly away, his heart filling with regret and self-condemnation. If only he had, if only she had... Anger is a blinding thing.
He turned upward toward the sky, to let the orange sun wash it all away. All that mattered now was their reconciliation. He turned back to the gray stone, leaned over and kissed it. He felt light; he was just starting to live again. He trudged back to the path he was on earlier, and fixed his eye on the horizon. Winter was coming. It's a long way back home.
