Goddamn Joy

All the burning rage in the heart of those forsaken

Shows me just the way again to gain what once was taken!

Through the flashing light, with a thousand fangs and talons, claws

Is the eternal beast inside

Ravaging the walls tonight!

Frighten now in fear upon the hour of our anger!

Our blood will melt the steel of pain we must remember!

All the reasons, purposes, intentions, interventions

Crumble weakly in our might

Agonizingly will die!

And the ugly gates

The destiny unspoken

Cleansed in holiness

At last a sight unbroken

Finally the end

The thing which all was laid about

The crux that life can’t live without

The absolution all throughout

Brings ascension without mention, unimagined new invention

Outstanding great creation, journey and the destination

All the pain and laceration, scars that spawned from all across the nation

Are just bitch-ass trepidation

Can suck hard on my elation

The Human Ether

The mountain is everhigher

The ocean is everdeep

Much like in the chest, the heart

Of those who weep

In the distance we gaze upon

There's only an expansive vast

But those who walk, might one day cross it

At last

I may not be cradling your hand

And you cannot maybe see my woe

But otherwise our fates intertwine

In the soul

Of all, is or was

Such are we

Thank you for being

With me

Beneath the skin

In the ever-faded cloister of life itself

I find myself finding new cracks and dents

Who put them there? And what was their purpose?

Was it just to provide me new details to look at?

I speak these words, but my innermost mind knows the truth behind

The cloister is me, and the cracks are my sorrows

As time goes on, they make the structure less and less stable

In minute micro-fractures everyday, they slowly ruin the beautiful architecture

And the simple cracks and dents, so innocuous in appearance

Are in fact the seeds of death and destruction upon myself

...

Unless...

I intervene

Poopy Spoopy Spooky

Costumes, candies

Jack-o'-lanterns

These are the things that I love the most!

Spooky stories

Cobwebs, monsters

These are the things that I love the most!

Late-night streets

A shady stranger

Finds you alone

He reaches for his bag

You don't know what it is

He's walking towards you

You try to back away

The alley's a dead end

You press against the wall

He's slowly closing in

You look into his eyes

He's twitchy and insane

The darkness that fills inside his pupil just reminds you of the end!...

He opens up his hand

He offers candy corn

You take a single one

He slowly goes away

...

Sharing candy

Friendly strangers

These are the things that I love the most!

Fire

Fire

Fire through the day

Fire in the night

Shows me a way

Fire

Fire caught my soul

Fire still lingers

Shows me what I know

Fire

Fire in my sight

Fire is the purest

Shows me all that's right

Fire

Fire burned my wealth

Fire forged me promptly

Showed me who's myself

Burning Heart Beat

Blood and thunder! Clashing in the silence of the night!

The things I love, the things I know are all that make this right!

There is no one, just no one else, just destiny in sight!

And for all those who lie in vain, their words will be their blight!

There is no one, just no one else, just holy light tonight!

The things I know, the things I love are all that make this right!

So come on down, there's no one else, there's glory in our sight!

I hope you are right here with me so we can have this fight!

For all the things the ones I love the most in all my life!

Is fighting true, forever true and dancing with the strife!

A New Moon - Pg. 2

The leaves of the Eldest Forest ruffled. A druid, a long forgotten sight. The newborn adjusted finally to the new reality. She stood.

"What happens now?..." she inquired.

"Nothing. You simply searched for the gift of this place. And the gift I gave you". The blue spirit said that. Smiled. And vanished in plain sight. The druid was baffled. She wished to gain magic. To borrow on their powers, to use spells of the druids to defend the land and battle the monsters near her home. She never wanted to become one of them. What would that entail?

"Nothing" said a voice. From inside her mind. It was not her own, she was sure. This startled her.

"Who are you??" said her mentally, in hopes of an answer.

"Your druidic powers are just that, powers. Not responsibilities. The druids made this ritual to help those of noble souls in need. The powers were never hoarded. Simply, few souls were found worth it.". She stopped for a moment.

"Was I worth it?"

"Yes"

"And again, who are you?"

"The druidic conscience. I am no being or entity, simply a voice. A voice that speaks with the druid, when called."

"But I didn't call for you..."

"A non-druid would believe, yes."

She stood there. In silence.

"...I'm gonna go home" she said, turning to where she came from. She readied her machete, but once she upped her gaze to the bushes and vines, she realized the foliage instantly moved on it's own and opened a path. It was so forceful and precise, it was almost like the movement was somehow commanded. The druidic conscience spoke.

"This is only the beginning"

An Insect

The insect

Its many legs

It moves with the mechanics of a thousand tiny engines

Its destination is unknown

All it knows is the direction

The momentum carried by the internal impulses of its essence

Like an architecture of orders and non-orders laid down in the map of its inner meta cosmos

Just kidding

It's just an insect

The Impulse

   Darkness. Emptiness. Chains.

They held him. He gritted his teeth. He pulled. He exerted extreme force. He forced the chains. Their movement was already something. It made him feel alive, to see something could move. This abyss was not the deepest death, something could move. Something enough for hope. He forced more. Pain in his wrists. He couldn’t stop. It was not a matter of desire anymore. Of will. He had changed himself in these years of chained imprisonment. He had altered his self. His soul and his mind. To stop the struggle of freedom? Impossible now. It was now part of his being. In his eternity of the circumstance, his choice now defined the circumstance. To keep forcing the chains. To be free was now meaningless. In his impulse to give himself life…

the impulse became life itself.

A New Moon

The warrior walked through the vines and bushes in her path. She didn’t know what she was gonna find there, she only knew it was worth it. She made way, she searched. There was nothing there. Is this the place? She kept exploring, through the vines and bushes. A voice came from somewhere unknown. Addressing the warrior, it inquired about her actions. She responded defensively, unsure of what was the voice, and it’s intentions. Surprisingly, the voice revealed herself. It was a woman. Blue. Mystical in gesture and pose. She was exquisite, a figure of dreams and fairy tales. The warrior kept herself tense, her expectation wasn’t pleasant. However, the blue figure did no harm. She spoke in a pacifying tone, trying to calm her new acquaintance. The warrior wished to know about the Green Glade of the Druids, the long forgotten ritual ground of legends. And where remained the gift of primal magic, they say; there dormant, awaiting the able and brave enough to seek it… The mystical blue woman laughed light-heartedly. With an elegant motion...bushes and vines around her moved themselves magically. Outwardly. The vegetation started to give ample space for both women, and something was becoming clear. There were some peculiar-shaped rocks now visible in this area. Tree trunks of sturdy bark, very very old. And flowers of vivid and eye-catching colors. More importantly, all of them marked. Druidic runes. This was the Green Glade of the Druids. The warrior was shaken. Upon this sudden transformation of surroundings, she knew not how to react. Was this really the Green Glade? What is this blue creature planning? The blue woman did not change her attitude, however. She simply directed the warrior to one of the nearby runes. With a welcoming attitude, she invited her new friend to touch it. The warrior reached no conclusion in her mind. She faced the rune and the blue being simply. She touched the stone. The essence of the Primordial Seed ran through the rock. And through her. Her eyes started to emanate light. Her skin started to change texture. The magic acted on the warrior and transformed her. When it was done, she fell on the ground, on her knees. Her mind dealing with the event.

...After ten thousand years. After a hundred thousand moons. In the depths of the Eldest Forest... A new druid had just been born.