Wind Stories
The wind tells stories to those who listen...But what stories could the wind hold you ask? The wind is everywhere and its stories come from where it as been! I have listened to the winds as long as I have known, yet in till now no two stories have been the same...In till now that is...Now I have heard a story repeated 3 fold...This story shook me to my very core, so I'm only going to tell it once...
"The end is coming, the wind will stop when light and darkness come together in peace...It will happen soon, and when it happens the world will start to end...but Wind has chosen a way to stop the end...but the truth will be hard to see...it is hidden within a world that is held by two"
That is the story I have heard, so now you know and have been warned...
Labels: Little Thoughts
Stepping out of the Dream 2
The time has come to continue my story,
Let the light shine on the path of the story!
The first one strikes but loses his leg,
The second one moves, but it is not his day,
The third one stops and speaks me!
“You have bested my friends
And yet you don’t kill them like there dens
Why is this, my friend?”
“Because they aren’t only yours Manah,
They are my kind too, like Shana
So please stop the game and lead me to my lesson Manah”
And so we leave the forest for the moors
Both Manah and I have chosen the same doors
One of two, two are one, both have the same door
Labels: Poem's
Stepping out of the Dream 1
The dream is the same,
Is it always the game?
Yet the choice is there to escape,
Should I escape the moist dream?
Yet I choose to Hoist myself out of the dream.
I’m out of the pot and into the fire,
Why is the world out of the dream so dire?
There is a war out here in this mire.
I run for the war for it is not mine
And run into the forest till the chime
But in the forest there are wolves that wish to dine on thine
I jump to avoid the wolf’s teeth,
And get surrounded by the like a door wreath,
And I pull my sword out of its sheath.
Labels: Poem's
The Village Aflame
There is a village aflame,
And there is an army unbound.
The villagers were of the Breed,
And were being hunted like they where feed,
All because they where born of the Breed.
With the village athunder,
The chaos running asunder,
There was a runner!
The runner was only of five,
And as his parents were fighting the army he hid,
The runner was being chased by a time.
A horse riding man chased him down,
And his blade descended upon his crown,
And the boy went down.
Labels: Poem's
The Human-Wolf
There a person walked
With a great wolf and a hawk
The person was a female that saw through the eyes of a wolf
The wolf was a male that was the greatest of his kind for a wolf
The hawk was a falcon in truth, but was also the greatest like the wolf
The group of three walked in search for a runner Human
But the person was also a wolf…. A human running wolf
Like the female that keeps the fire of the wolf
They find him on the roof with the wind listening to him
But they weren’t fooled, this was the person that ran, they weren’t dim
Then the wind carried a howl that was heard by him
The human-wolf heard the howl and understood it like nature
But so did the female and the wolf understand the howl from nature
Its message was strange “Things appear Moonshadow, things that defy nature!”
Labels: Poem's
Message from the White Wolf
With the world anew,
And the dreams coming true,
The time has come for the people to believe anew!
The people have been on the run,
From the reality that has hid under the sun,
The horrors that have tried to be undone,
Have shown there face once aguin.
They can’t hid from the truth,
That has haunted the world and the proof,
Or is this only in the dreams of the wolf?
The people have shown that the proof can’t hide,
And the dreams have told that they aren’t hid,
That you must look for the signs of the coming height,
This is the message from the wolf of the white
Labels: Poem's
The World Spins Backwords
The light fades
The darkness comes
The shadows play today
The wind slows
The mountains rise
The earth moves today
The water dries
The fire burns
The flames dance today
Why do they play?
Today of all days?
Is something on the way?
Ah, the man of darkness…
The girl of light…
Is this why the world shifted today?
The man is dressed
The girl is gowned
Why is this?
The isle appears
Covered in tears
Is there blood in the air?
The man of dark stands
Naked blade in hand
Headless bodies surround him
The girl of light is in the background
A bow and arrows are in her hand
Bodies lay only feet from her
This is the day
When light turns to darkness
And the world spins backward
Labels: Poem's
The Grand Project
With the world set in motion
And the time unwound at last
Is there a chance to undo what has been done?
The Destroyers have made there move
And erased the keys of the Grand Project
There numbers and voices are too many and drown fixers
The Fixers have tried to stop it
But have only delayed it from happening
There numbers and voices are to few and small
The goal of the nameless
It was to make the Grand Project last forever
But every plan has a mistake
The nameless made the humans to keep the planet in balance
They made them in an attempt to make a creature that was able to live
Able to live through the cycles and movements of the universe
And the Grand Project
But in order to live they must have the power to think ahead
This was the Grand Project’s undoing
With the power to think humans had the power to destroy
This power was labeled the Destroyers
Yet there was a loophole they left
This hole was meant as a failsafe for the Grand Project
Because with the power to destroy comes the power to restore
This power was labeled the Fixers
Yet the Fixers where silenced because the Destroyers where too many
Even with help they couldn’t win the first trial
Yet there was a way that was overlooked
Because the Grand Project is living, it can choose what to do
It takes time for this because the Grand Project was not made to go fast
And if the Humans where to listen, they can here its decision
“You have lived and grown of my spoils
You have evolved and named me as your home-world
Yet you treat me like I don’t live”
“The choice has been hard, but if you don’t change your ways
Your time and life will end if you continue your ways
Please make the right choice and help me live my life longer”
This is the voice spoke by the water and wind
By the sky and stone it is also told
Yet we have just started to listen to it
Now that it is being listened to, will we follow what it says?
Or will the Destroyers rule once again?
Will the Fixers start to make a path for the future?
The Grand Design has told us to change in its own ways
And we need to listen to it
My choice has been made to listen to the Fixers
Do you listen to the Fixers and aim for the better?
Or do listen to the Destroyers and continue on the last path?
The choice is yours to make and yours alone
Make the choice that you feel is right.
Labels: Little Thoughts, Poem's
