Poem's

This place is meant to express one's self. Something that is true, I suppose I have always wanted a place like that. A place where lies don't sneak up behind you, and a place where people mean you no ill will. Emotionally intelligent enough to know that human reaction is based upon life paths and emotion, and to know when to express this emotion, and how to keep it from hurting people. I guess that drove me to create this space.
To create, what a wonderful ability in this life is it not? free will... something so prevalant, and yet potentially one of the most overlooked gifts of human kind. The ability to choose.
I will start this blog with poems because I enjoy poem's, and I invite you to place some here. The world can not have enough beauty.

"Brisk be the word that occupies the mind of the corruptor. Swift be the mind that occupies his space. The message begotten is the message forgiven, and consciousnesses bravado belongs at this pace. Keeping clean, the gods of war, yet dirtying the lords of life… the opposite of shadow and light fall unto us now, forever to be misled, by the children of short sight.

I, being scarred to choose my true path, being to scarred to move ahead just yet, stay here and in this existence, I sleep, coldly, quietly, vividly dreaming and awakening from the darkness such as this.
Never bad, and always rising, the balance of the light this would seem to be. They belong to each other, and belong together, and will always be within the same space, until the ultimate journey, of the army of light that will walk across to thee and convert to clear a path. Objects of solidarity can choose to reflect, absorb, or emit the light that guides us... and in our choosing we accept our outcome.
We believe this ‘fate’ based upon physics, and this theory has been false"