From the Depths pt7

What odd stuff I was writing in the dim past of this life.

ripping and tearing..
screams of the innocent
washed in blood
of countless worlds and lives
no where to go
no one to turn to
listening to the screams
this horror beyond horrors
ripping and tearing...
at the frayed and tattered
edges of sanity
bordering on the insanity
of these horrors
committed and witnnessed
feeling the claws and teeth
sinking in
ripping and tearing...
the flesh, the lives away
the screams of the damned and dying
here in the Darkness
away from it all
hearing it all again
tearing and ripping...
pulling and clawing
the snapping of bones
the torrential rains
of blood and death
of lost life and hope
ripped and torn
from lifeless husks
offerings on the great pyre
of star fire and life
so much lost
so much gained
riping and tearing...
at ourselves and each other
finding hope and life
in the blood and flesh
of another
offerings and wishes
hopes and dreams
all found in the
life of another
ripping and tearing...
away the heart
claiming anothers soul
as your own
so that you may live
freely gave
freely took
ripped and torn...
from each other
gaping and bleeding
holes that our own hearts
cannot fill
except the hearts of another
can fill
now and forever
cleansed in blood and pain
offered to the fires
and there
made whole in each other
your heart is mine
and mine yours
ripped and torn..
I bleed for thee
and feel no pain
and know no end
for the fire
of our love
sustains me
now and forever 

Well this was an interesting piece. Think this one could use a bit more reflection though im not sure im up to it right now. 

My soul resides in the Dark.
A place few dare to tread, or ever will.
A place many try to ignore,
but cant escape.
How to find ones way in the Dark,
when ones own light blinds thyself? 

Now im fairly certain I wrote this as I cant find it anywhere else. I sometimes have a hard time recalling what it is I write. More so when its from nine years ago and I never labeled it one way or the other.

Death

Death and Time walk hand in hand down the blighted path of Life..
Though Life is not always an easy path to walk
We are bound by multitudes of certainties that cant be escaped. Some accept and some fight, raging at the unfairness of it all. And in this Darkness ever present Life waits for thee. For we are Darkness blinded by the Light of desire and misinformation. Shadows that we run from are but a reflection of the Light, and the Light blinds us to the truth that is all around us. Snuff the flame and let the Darkness wash over you like cool rain. For here in the Darkness we are one, we are home again....

The world is but a shared image of all its many creatures. It is what we want it to be. Our perceptions shape it and our life, not the life that Life wants us to have, nor the life we were meant to have. We have forgotten our mission our reason for being, and in doing so have lost the proverbial Garden of Eden. Yet its still there, all around us. If we but look we can find it. We haven't truly lost it, for we never left it. Only our perception has changed. Let us not simply let things be, let us evolve, mutate... lets change our perception.

One can never forget where they came from, or where we are today. Let not the past be a limitation, but a memory, a lesson, a guide. Let it better us, let us learn from it. It shapes to much of our future and our perceptions of ourselves. Let us let go of our shackles, use are long forgotten wings and soar once more. We who once bounded across space and time, played with the stars and sang the galaxies into being. We must awake and awaken to what is going on around us.

Think not that what Life has chosen for your destiny to be, the path that lies before you one without meaning and purpose. For each of us has a purpose, buried deep within us, some not even aware what it is they carry within them. But what they carry is most important. For they pulse with the intent of Life, and that beat will change the world. Yet we must listen for that beat most ancient, and remember. Shift your awareness, find that beat, strengthen it. Let it pulse and ripple across the fabric of what is, let it awaken others, strengthen and intensify the beat of others still, till it becomes a deafening crescendo that will shatter the perceptions of this world...

and we will be set free once more.. 


I like that last line

Im not going to go to much into all this, I think it speaks for itself in a way.