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Sep. 13th, 2009

New Begining

location: in my room
mood: cold cold
music: Useless by Unloco
I begin again on a whole new road....
With the pain of the past behind me.
I look toward the future.
Although I have fallen
like Hellens Tower 
I will rise again!
Though I have failed....
I will prosper.
I will move ahead....
Hold my head high....
For the almighty powers that be
have seen me on my knees
and have heard my cry.
Whom do I have to fear?
My enemies?
No.
My future?
No.
Myself?
My Demons?
No.
Never again will I cry in the night.
No more will I ask the question "why"
to an unspeaking heaven.
Hear me now!!
To those that wait for my fall
and
To those who wait in darkness
Your mind is far too clear
I will win.
I will be the victor.
In the end I will have the last word.
Your battle has just begun
But the end is already near.
The outcome?
I have forgiven....
hence forth I always win

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Feb. 28th, 2009

In my Tower...

mood: blank blank
music: To Peace - Submersed

I remember those long chilly days and stormy nights
sitting in my tower,
watching and waiting
for the day I find my champion.

I stare into my scrying glass searching for a face
but all I see is darkness;
and the cold touch of misery. 

They say I am like a Temple 
part saint part devil.
divided against each half
always at war never at peace. 

So how can hope or love find me,
when inside the war is never ending?

They look at me
and see a women not young, not old, 
but ancient. 

They whisper about
my path. 
my fate.
my destiny.
my life.

I hear them as I walk the streets silently
feeling every word lash at me
every eye on me
ready to claw at me the moment I fall

They ready the noose
and
They prepare the stake
ready the torch.
 
One false move or action
and I shall never see the 
next morn.

I shall never walk in the woods
of midwinter nor revel in its silence.
I shall never race the doe or
dance with my kindred under the rays of the full moon.

So I return to my refuge in my tower
I lock the door, and unlock my mind.
i open every door inside of me......
but I think to myself where is my champion?

So many years I've seen
So many pains I've healed
So many burdens I've helped carry
So many souls I've cried for

But here I stand in my tower again
thinking where is my champion? 

I thought I had paid for my past live's sins
but alas....It was not so. 

So alone I sit in my Tower. 
Waiting for my freedom. 
Awaiting the day I no longer have need of my glimmer 
and mask. 

Scrying....but it is the same dark image 
it has been since the last millenia. 
So I sit here like I have done for so long like a stone goddess
waiting for her champion. 

In my Tower I shall wait, 
and In my mind's eye I shall keep watch, 
till I am set free and given what I seek.









 

 

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Feb. 23rd, 2009

The past....

mood: contemplative contemplative
music: I told you so - Alana Grace

the past .....

its the reason for everything........

for why you act the way you do, for why you think the way you do.....

the past.....

such a painful and beautiful thing.....

filled with loss...

filled with hope....

the past....

is ancient....

not as young as its sister the future,

nor as bloved as its brother the present....

the past....

its who we were....

and why we are.....

its the past...

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