Close your eyes  & envision a soul :

Engulfed in a well of memories yet through the
cold darkness the images are weak 
Lost in a sea of the heartache & although the pain
Ravages and shreds, its  source is unknown

Surrounded by thousands of voices but none  are able 
to reach deep enough into the abyss
Bound by chains, guarded with armor, impenetrable
shields hide all that lies within 

Cloaked by innocence that contrasts a robe of
cynicism pulled tightly closed
Beyond fathoming or understanding that a breath of
compassion may  gently blow in a face 

Turmoil &  tumult in a windy storm goes the  soul
anchored to a remembered reality 
while abandoned, to deal with that which is not 
His own, in a lifeless pit~~~


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A cloak of darkness 
A mask of light 
One brings pain 
One gives life
One seeks violence 
The other to avenge
One laments life 
The other death~~~


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Angels of darkness
Angels of light 
Each  holds a purpose 
Each has a fight
None wear wings 
Each has a mask 
Nothing marks them
To distinguish their 
Path~~~


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I close my eyes and  seep into the darkness
As my mind  spins  and reels
I seek out my core 
Everything is so cluttered and I stumble on
hurtles and obstacles 
As though within there are pieces  of debris
I am amongst it somewhere, but I am unfamilar 
with the disconbobulation within
I fumble through the blackness with the wreckage 
Pondering where I must place the ruins  to find 
the centre 
I am trapped in a self constructed maze and 
Within somewhere lies my soul ~ I desperately 
search for my centre so that 
I may find  peace 
But I can not devise  a method to dispel the vast 
number of pieces
I am consistently bashing into the assemblage of debris
that blocks  me from myself ~~~


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Destiny awaits concealed in the shadows of life 
sometimes  caring sometimes not 
Unprohibited  is she in her control of our  endeavors 
and veiled to her wrath

Destiny's pursuit can be graceful with moment of 
joy
Harsh in her deliverance of agony and bittersweet  in 
her unison of beauty and pain

She is an enchantress, unconfined in her schemes,
unrestrained  in her tactics 
And unhindered  in her maneuvers with thye pawns
of her craft 

Destiny  is numb to the infringement of her  cruelties
unconscious of her beauty and mysticism
and clouded from her contradictions 

She rests adorned with incomprehension to the 
absoluteness of her designs ~~~


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Just a thought >>>>>

Images are more vivid and vicious in the dark ~~ They come alive and dance and play with a mind . In the dark imagination becomes a creative, torturous device that manipulates fear and insecurity until they engulf the conscious state darkness echoes angry voices and hateful words~~~Yet they are only whispers. This has been my cave I have allowed myself to be engulfed by its walls and become lifeless, empty, and cold .~~~

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I have found through the stairs of life that sometimes you stub your toe on the nails that have not yet been driven in through the boards.

At times you'll put socks on, like a mask on your foot, and find them catching on those nails. Thus, you trip and fall down those stairs. At the bottom you catch your breath and get back up.

Often in bare feet you'll slash your foot on those nails, cussing you bandage the foot and go on.

You'll then retrieve your hammer and set to pounding in those nails. You attack them with all your might because you're tired of stubbed toes, falling down, and soo many bandages! However, no matter how hard you pound on those nails you can not succeed in getting all of them down through those boards. You exhaust your energies on those nails until you simply stop going up the stairs ~~~

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