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The Perpetual Dial and the Mystery of Reality

The dial of time is eternal,
Its cogs never rusting,
Never cracking,
And never giving in.
For time is with all things,
Either in space or
In the cytoplasm of our cells,
Time is there.
However,
Is reality as strong as time?
Is it unyielding
 or does it let some things slip through the cracks?

Reality almost seems like a playground.
All these talks of things happening that we can't simply find possible,
That our reality can not handle.
For everyone's reality is different. 
It matters where you live,
How you were raised. 
You're knowledge of right and wrong
Might be different from mine.
The talk of ghosts and ghouls haunts us,
Monsters and aliens only expand our curiosity.
The ultimate reality is unknown,
What is true and untrue is lost to us yet,
Just out of our reach.

So yes, 
reality maybe hold up a front.
That it is strong, 
Unbreakable,
To the tides of change and discovery.
But it is not.
It never has been.
I could tell you something
that might completely change your reality,
While mine is unaffected.
For realities always change,
As they are just another cog in the dial of time.
As change is the conductor, 
Turning and turning the dial and never tiring.
For time can not stop.
And your reality will not stay the same

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A Star Closer To Home

You can not have light without darkness, 
Shadows not graced by the suns love,
Corners keeping hold secrets and whispers,
A whole other world.
You can not have love without hate,
Hearts left cold by some forgotten farce,
Fueling fires untold,
While the heart beats cold.

This virgo filled sky as the sun hides,
Where corners burst with the dark,
And the world slumbers.
Some left awake by creaks and steps.

Though at night, as some philosophers step,
They gaze at the light within the dark,
Little dots on our vision, bright and welcoming.
They make shapes and colors,
Tell stories and lullabies,
Light the way to a peaceful sleep,
And never once leaving in our lifetime.
Perhaps it is a sign that there is always light,
Even when the world seems dark, 
Our candles gone out.

I find there are more stars in life then just the ones above,
For those are far away, 
when we need ones near.
People we know telling us theres nothing to fear,
Mothers coming in to wish us goodnight,
To sing a lullaby as the curtains close,
Sheltering you from that virgo filled sky.

Sometimes we need a place to hide,
A person to hold us and our sorrows,
Never minding the tears from the river of our hearts.
Someone to whisk away the confusion,
And let you're words out.

Mothers are something special,
A warmth only known to you ever since you opened your eyes.
Warmer than any blanket ever sewed,
And kinder than an flower ever grown.
So keep your mother close when you're scared,
For she will fight away the monsters,
And keep you dear, singing that lullaby,
As the curtains draw closed

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Fire and Water

The fire begins as the phoenix rebirths from the ashes.
It flies on fiery wings of destruction and grace,
As does the fire, as it rips through the trees of the ancient forest.
The phoenix is quick,
The trees easily turned into black silhouettes,
And only the water brought by the heroes can put either out.

The battle of elements is continuous,
Water against fire,
Fire against water,
Destruction only a constant fatality in the never ending war.
The fire takes ahold of the land,
The spirit of the phoenix taking up trees,
Houses of wood,
And the flesh of life.

The water must watch helplessly at first,
For it does not have the grace and mobility like the flames.
It is only when life enters the war yet again,
That the water can take the action needed.
The dolphin chases the phoenix,
Bouncing over the waves,
Engulfing the flames but never stopping. 
For it can not stop, 
Until the phoenix is extinguished as well.

When it is all over,
As always the dolphin is victorious,
The phoenix reduced to wispy ashes,
Ones that soon get carried away by the wind.
The dolphin returns to the sea,
Another battle under its belt, 
But it knows the war is not over,
For it is never over.
Those ashes will fall somewhere else,
And once again,
The phoenix is rebirthed from the black soot,
Ready to start the chase again.

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A Star Given Goodbye

“The stars are quite beautiful tonight,
Don't you think?
Larger than our sun yet smaller than our fingertips.
What would it be like to see them up close?
Would we feel the warmth?
You can only really know if you experience it,
If only that was possible.
I think it would feel like a bonfire,”

What words go through your mind at your last breath?
Would it be begging for another second,
Strength to inhale just one more wisp of air,
Time to think.
If we had all the time in the world,
Would we ever set aside any of it,
For an obituary?

If only I had that silly thing, time,
I would have done things so differently.
I would have those things set aside for my demise.
It would all be wrapped in one neat little bow.
However, no one can guess the future,
That's times job.
So here I am.
Still, staring forward
Breath growing stale in my lungs.
I wish I could feel the warmth,
It's so cold,
Movement is an afterthought,
Yet I'm staring at a titan of flame,
A star, a bonfire
Up close.
Larger than our sun,
And larger than my fingertips.

No warmth… so cold…

It seems almost teasing,
When my breathing is no more,
Lungs gone still and full of snow,
The last words I hear,
Are yours.
And no ears to hear,
My final goodbye,
From a star

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The Taunt of Knowledge

It is a wonder the things we don't know,
The mysteries we’ve yet to solve,
Both within our mind and within our world.
Many try to tackle it.
The blurry line between insanity and genius,
It's almost a taunt.

To test the unknown,
It could lead to any possibility.
We have yet to see how dark it can get.
The people who try to find the universe,
Are most considered crazy,
But is that true?
The audience,
The majority,
They think they can find the line,
Almost as if they could sort easily,
The ones who search.

We still have yet to know everything,
That might never come,
Answers only leading to more questions,
Confusing swirls of knowledge and farses,
Maybe it could really drive some insane.
It's almost like mystery is a taunting jester,
Filling our heads with riddles,
Never running out,
And never going away.
Who knows,
This might just be another riddle.
You can probably hear the laughing in the distance.

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Journey Through the Mountains

Life is like an ever changing mountain range,
Valleys of tall grass,
Peaks of happiness that we strive for,
And the hidden ponds and rivers,
That dare to drown us all.
We are all at a different point,
Resting atop a peak,
Or wandering through the tall grass.
And some are in the ponds and rivers,
Either swimming with virtue towards something better,
Or sinking deeper and deeper into the void like water.

To avoid what is hidden is a talent one must come to find,
For the grass is tall,
Having never been cut by anyone before you,
And the waters near are silent,
Gentle waves crawling towards you,
but always pulled back before they make it.
Though some of us are careless.
“Oh that couldn't happen to me”
A constant thought in their minds as they walk.
Though there are ponds and rivers in everyone's life,
Some of us are always on the brink of sadness.
And those found careless don't know what to do,
When they make that misstep,
And the water grabs at their feet and pulls them in.

Ones on the mountains are always upon constant ledges and cliffs,
A steep drop just daring them to trip.
But those up there keep climbing,
Finding new foot holes,
A higher peak to make their goal.
Though with all life,
They will have to eventually descend,
And you never know if it’s going be quick or smooth.
The peaks reach a limit eventually,
Though some may never make it,
On that daring edge they will be,
A wrong turn will send them plummeting.
And they will have yet to start again,
The tall grass and the Rocky Mountains, 
Peaks to eventually descend.
A constant move forward until the mountain range ends.
After that, 
who knows.

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To Fall When Time Is Cut Short

Life is a silly thought sometimes,
Leading you on a leash,
proding you with jokes and teases,
Some worse than others.
Its funny how we don't take in mind how thin the leash is,
How worn the tethers are,
How quickly it could all come to end.
Life is like an eternal mountain range,
Something you have heard before,
But for some,
Its shorter than they could ever see.
It taunts with a peak,
But the ground is unstable,
The shaking unfelt by any toes.
Until, 
It cracks,
Sending the unfortunate soul down,
Down into a sinkhole unknown,
Deeper than any pond can go.

This dark abyss,
This consuming hole,
Is known as one thing, and one thing only.
Something even the most hopeful can't escape from.
Death,
The leash undone,
The light far gone,
The final step in a twisted process.
A thing no one can predict,
Something so unmerciful,
It scares us.
For when the ones die young,
When a small light is effortlessly squished,
We cry in anguish at our weakness,
Our helplessness.

Though this message is not to weave fear or sadness,
For all things come to an end.
Even if falling feels like time has stopped,
You will find the bottom of the sinkhole.
It has to be dark before it can be bright,
Enveloped by a bed of feathers,
Drifting into the beyond,
Welcomed by a thousand hugs,
All familiar to the bone.

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Deeper Emotions 'Official Poem'

Humans have been around for a long time,
But even now we do not know the full reaches of our mind,
Nor do we know what we can really do,
Or what’s next for us as a species.
To me and probably others,
There's one thing I feel we have yet to fully explain.
Emotions are a peculiar thing,
We can't quite control them.
Some emotions shake us to our cores,
Rattle our bones,
Bring us to our knees.

When we think of things,
We bring a new emotion forth from our thoughts,
To wonder is to explore,
Explore what we feel,
Explore how it makes us feel.
To find within our minds,
what might be known or unknown.

When our emotions are brought forth,
We must do something else.
To feel is to accept,
What might come as unexpected to us
You always think you will feel a certain way,
When an old memory is brought into the light.
We always say we won't cry,
Or we won't laugh,
But we always do.
A tragic memoir,
Or a funny joke you heard once.

All these things we feel,
The sadness,
The happiness,
They are important in our life.
They shape us,
They show others who we are.
To see our emotions,
To see what we do,
Is the true way to express yourself.
To see is to shine,
Brighter than the sun that blinds us.

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Mystical Melody

Along a distant path,
Rife with fog and and glimmers of plant life
A melodic sting slices through the heavy air.
The high notes almost pinch ones eardrums,
The low notes luring you to sleep.
Lines on a page forming one unknown melody,
Filled with highs and lows,
Fast and slow,
A story only some can hear.

The melody teases the ones walking,
Beaconing them to follow but always staying away
Hidden among the hanging willow leaves.
Only the ones who can read every peak or drop,
To figure out the maze,
Can find the source among the wisps.

Music is found to entertain,
To raise you up and push you down,
To encourage.
But only some can feel what really goes into a piece,
To be able to flow with the lines,
To forget the page and leave reality behind.
To find themselves floating in a forgotten fantasy,
Forming that unknown melody,
Tempting others to follow,
And to join.

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The Game Made From Darkness

Fear,
A mysterious word from the mist of night,
The word you think of when darkness or monsters,
Ghosts or death,
Every horror is brought to mind.
Some think you can play with fear,
Test it,
See if you're scared at all by whatever it throws at you.
But it is not wise to make something so powerful,
Something where your nightmares are born,
Something so dangerous,
Angry.

To test fear is to test the beings from the darkest reaches of your mind.
Pulling at its strings will do you no good.
Ignoring its warnings will pay you no heed.
The ones who don't know true fear,
The ones who have danced around the darkness,
Careless in their ways,
Do not know what they are playing with.
And when they do trip,
They are but at the mercy of what they have angered.

Of course, to mess with fear is one thing,
To overcome it is another.
The ones who know true fear,
Who might have stared death in the eye,
Have seen others at the brink of oblivion,
They know that you can't be careless,
But also that you don't have to think of fear either.
People who have seen the worst,
They are the ones who are found laughing,
For when they overcame their fear,
All they could do is smile.
Now fear never likes it when people beat it,
But it understands.
It knows what it puts people through,
And while angered by the laughing,
It can do nothing.

So, never test the wise puppet of darkness,
But you can beat it if you do it right,
And when laughing in the face of fear,
You know happiness is just within your reach.