Overcoming Doubt

For I am weary
And, alas, I seek.
I crave to know –
No, I crave to let go.
I desire to walk stride for stride.
Please, Dear Lord, guide me in this life.
For it is not fright I fear,
But the anxiety of the unknown.
Grant me peace and rest in my inferiority;
For patience is a virtue that eludes me.
But you are the one that concludes me.

A Poem of Paradise

An endless deity.
A glistening sea.
I do declare,
This royal decree:

Where I search for my beloved has no words.
The path I travel has no roads.
I search and search but find no refuge.
Hope becomes a blinding force,
carrying me into the future on its outstretched wings.
Must I lose faith and look down,
I may fall and return to the ground
Yet, if I lay back and relax,
I’ll stare up at the moon with stars in the back.

Alas, as I come to a point of deprivation.
A point of dwindling down to man’s base state;
I do find:
A joy;
A light;
A safe haven.

Days, weeks, months, they all disappear.
As the warmth of your presence reappears.
Washing over me,
I lose all fear.
My life is transformed before my eyes.
As I replace lens with those of heaven’s skies.
I know not where this journey leads,
but time has become a river veiled by reeds.
Motion becomes my sense of change.
Your wants and desires take my reigns.
I seek to love;
And not to claim.
Where we lay,
I remain.
In this place is where I stay.
Through this love,
I learn to pray;
I am grateful for each day.

Internal Polarity

I live in a fight between my rationality and my emotionality.

My rationality knows quite well that these next two months are quite necessary not only for the development of our relationship, but also for further discovery of our own selves.

I know this time is necessary so that we do not rush through the initial stages of a relationship.

And the paradox is that by not rushing everything becomes more meaningful: I savor every minute I spend with her and my feelings are being opened to a whole new level of perceptional experience. But nevertheless, I want to rush!

This is where my emotionality comes into play. Though it is all well and good that this thing called “time” and this virtue called “patience” are necessary to derive the pleasurable feeling I feel when I am with her; I nonetheless wish I could spend every moment with her, right now.

I know that isn’t the right answer, nor does it have a remote possibility of happening. But I cannot quell these feelings. They feel just as true as my rationality.

But in the end what I need is balance accompanied by patience. I do need to see her, and in time the duration of our time spent together will too expand. Yet, I also need to live this chapter in my life for the chapter that it is. For after all, this point in my life cannot be anything other than what it is.

The scene is set and the characters in motion. I relinquish control and simply play my part. The next scene will arrive when and where it is meant to, but, until then, it  is necessary to continue onward.

Do Not Praise

Upwards I climb.

Behind me an endless sea of masks compose the marsh of time.

Moving forward seems to be a process of remembering.

My mind faulters under the weight of contradiction.

I admit to my feeble understanding of this miraculous universe.

But, through my submission – life is gained.

On either side their lay vices;

but between the two,

lies virtue.

Silent Companions

Upwards we strive sweeping blunders aside.
Inside the rings of time,
Nothing but bands of lines.
A root sprouts latches that cling to the land.
Anchoring and lifting the plant until it finally stands.
Winds disrupt the surfaced plant from pursuing its noble endeavor
To ascend towards the sky, while leaves struggle to keep up with the pace.
Underneath the calloused surface exists a labyrinth of circuits; chutes of nutrients synthesizing the necessary building blocks for existence.
They grow fueled by an appetite for personal gain.
Under the loving care of the holy sun,
they discover a passion for life.

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The Rose Warrior: Aurora Warriors

The goal of the warriors was to prevent consciousness from being hacked. This  was the new form of warfare. Instead of killing each other, Ferna found that he could hack into the minds of our people while he was in the Aurora plane.

He presented ideas that were not their own, but rather ideas he conjured up. He tampered with their memories and dreams so that he was sure he would produce something the individual could not resist, and instead sympathize with. These false memories were in direct alignment with Ferna’s ideology and his doctrine of how the universe was and should continue to be; he saw no middle ground. He operated on an ‘all or nothing ‘principle: they were either with him or against him.

Since he had made the first move on the Aurora plane, we have forever been playing defense, more so than offense. Our warriors could only enter the field by placing themselves in these artificial pods where they were strapped down. The restraints were for their safety…well, and the others tasked on monitoring their vital signs.

You see, once strapped into the pod, they were injected with the poisonous dose of Roodio to help them ascend to the Aurora plane. Of course, the initial step was the plunge where they pop from their physical body into their vaporized energy form. Once this transition occurs, their physical body is left in a delirious and half dreamlike state. For all practical purposes, this means anything goes. Some Aurora Warriors are quiet peaceful and are like Ferna who seem as if they are merely sleeping. While others, behave as if they are acting out a night-terror, which can be dangerous.

If their physical body is injured or tampered with, it can affect how they are able to perform on the Aurora plane. And what that means is they might fall prey to Ferna, who is the tempter for all those on the Aurora plane. He is the master of the plane and he knows it better than anyone. Moreover, his sole goal is to convert others into his puppets. Everyone is at risk of being converted because he can come at any time, but those who are most susceptible are the Warriors who are also on the plane with him. Think of them as being naked and exposed for all that they are. All their secrets of self and past histories are open to Ferna, and he can use them in the most clever of ways to trick them into believing in him.

Of course, to become a Warrior, there is a rigorous training process and only a select few are even considered for The Aurora Battle Academy.