Hello, journal.I may not post in the journal on here too often, but I'll try and do it at least some of the time.
True PowerI look around me, and what do I see? A thousand, thousand people, Reveling in a false anarchy. So smug in their own ways, And yet scared of real chaos, The real sting of the flays.True Power
So, please, allow me to show you That which you do not condone Allow me to show you, That which only movies have shown.
What does it feel like to have gas, Instead of smoke, inside your lungs? How does it feel to have wires Pierced through your tongue?
Your self-taught philosophy Is always 'Fight the power' How does it feel to have real power before
Childhood FearsPeter had always been afraid of the dark, even as he matured. He could still remember those late nights in his bed, his blonde hair matted to his forehead and his light blue eyes staring into the dark corner of his room. His body would remain motionless beneath the sheets in hopes that he would not attract the countless monsters that his childhood imagination was able to dream up. Even though no ill-harm had ever come to him, night after night Peter could be seen under the sheets, his terrified eyes staring out from the covers. Time moved on, and of course Peter aged. His blue eyes remained the same, even as his blonde hair slowly turneChildhood Fears
Conversation With The MoonThe moon spoke to me tonight, Its face shining down upon mine. It asked me what my life was like, Down upon this earth.Conversation With The Moon
I told it that I was happy, And that I was amongst my friends. It just smiled at me, a sad smile, And looked at the stars.
I asked it why it wanted to know, And it told me the following: 'My life is spent above that earth, And in this cold of space, I get lonely.'
To which I replied, 'Why would you be lonely? You are amongst friends, as well!' The moon just laughed at me, And said, 'What do you mean?'
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The Golden GateA golden gate stands before me, And above me the night sky, Below me the endless abyss, And surrounding me is empty space.The Golden Gate
Vast galaxies find their home in my eyes, And stardust finds its way into my lungs, The cold of space invades my bones, And makes its home within me.
I feel the presence of the spirits, Their voices whirling together, Into the swirling gates before me, And I look to them, upon their beautiful shine.
I feel the power that comes from them, And the wisdom beyond, I feel that my mind is prepared, Thought for what I d
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"The soul cannot die, it can only fall" ~LSM
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