The River.

As thoughts Flow through the vast landscape of my mind they are locked behind a dam of confusion.  A massive construction of pleasure and pain has been tediously erected to filter was escapes.

Turbulent is the flow of words and ideas downstream, washing away the beaten shores of the outside world.  I am the life bringer to some and the destroyer to others. 

 As I approach some cower with fear, anticipating the destruction of what they hold dear.  They pack the cherished thoughts of their lives and head for higher ground, only to be washed away by the sheer force.  

Others welcome the sweet tide that brings life and nourishment to their souls.   The flow is gentle and managed as it caresses all as it passes by.  Sweet nothings are pulled to shore and held by those dear to these waters.  Love is there, spilling over the banks.

Still the dam holds to prevent the loss of it all.  The gentle balance is upheld by the watchmen of the mind.  Love and hate are waiting.

Flame Dancing

As I stare into you I remember the heat.  The flames of passion and pain have died to a tiny ember.  The world cracks and pops around our memory.  Slowly the winds of truth have begun to stoke the fire, slowly allowing it to grow inside.  Thoughts ignite, bringing back days of old and the flutter of dreams reborn.

The darkness fears the glow as it rises.  Fear and distress run from its warmth.  The daemons of old retreat to the shadows as they are pushed aside by the light.  Souls are drawn to the now burning kindling, weaving through the night as they become entwined.  Bonded together, they continue to grow.

Fire rages from what was once nothing.  The smoke dances through the night as sparks fly in every direction.  The world is alive, burning, twisting, consuming.  The winds rip through the night as passion explodes.  The souls tear at each other, whipped to a fury by the dancing of the flames. 

The darkness can no longer hold the raging furnace back.  Nothing remains but the light.

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Things that I have missed.

There are things that I have missed. 

There are things that I am missing

Things that have gone but not forgotten

And things forgotten that have yet to leave.

There are things that I have missed.

Things that yearn for the sunlight

Things that quest for knowledge

And things that know without asking.

There are things that I have missed.

Things buried just below the surface

Things on pedestals and worshiped

And things that are to only be admired from afar.

There are things that I have missed.

You, me, and forever

Plans for the future

And knowing it will be okay.

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A new start.

There are things in this world that I will never understand.  How things can be in our faces but never seen.  How we throw away things that we need.  How we need things we cannot have.  We only seem to have so much room inside, once we are full things must be discarded in order to grow.  

Sometimes it is memories of the past.  Sometimes it is useless facts and figures.  Sometimes it is us.  

Old things make way for the new.  Everyone likes the shiny new thing, it is better than the dull old thing.  However, the dull old thing may simply need to be polished.

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