A vision that I had.

I was coming torwards a mountain, it was higher that all the others that could be seen, and there I was on the top, just me, I could see myself with my eyes closed and the cold wind made waves with my hair. I was there taking all the fresh air and picking up the cold smell of the snow below my feet, and there I was but did not feel cold at all. The sky was so crystal blue and white puffy clouds were here and there. Even out of myself I could feel the calm and patience of my being. I could see the all things arround me. I float making circles arround me... and then I open my eyes.
I'm no longer where I was. I can see my self now in the middle of a battle field, on the front line, with my back agains the back of a trench.. It's so load and noisy. The sky now has a red tone, must be close to morning. Yes, the coldest hour of the night before sunrise. All my stuff and equipment is on the floor ordered ready to be fitted. Everything is now passing in slow motion. I can see a fire from a far and it's toungs look like thorns as time seems to take a sigh. Then I start to pick up my things and I load up, I gear up, I strap on, I ready my self. Interesting... as time starts to pick up it's pace I feel lighter, I feel faster, I feel stronger. Seems like the way I had been carrying my things and gear was wrong, this new setup is better. I get my weapon and now there's a bunch of others all along the trench, I can see their eyes like windows to the inside. Some are frightened, some are tired, some are hurt, some are silenced, some are dark, some are light, some are calm, some are a storm, some are gone. Now I can only see my profile, eyes fixed, cool and ready. Could that be a faint smile I see? barely.. but it's there. The smile of calm, hope and future. Then I see my self putting the smile apart for a bit and I start to speak. I can't hear any more, but heads turn and while blood was spilled that night and the sky still tells the evidence of that, all the heads start to rise. Sun stars to peek and shine. The smile is back, and addressing every one but the message intended to my self calmly and serene I can hear myself say: "...now is the time, honor, guts and strength for all, for what is upon us is well worth taking for what lies beyond us all... now is the time and tomorrow... will be alright! now is the time...".
I jump to top of the trench, climb and get over it. And no longer I'm out of my self, I run forward and don't look back because I already know what it's there... and what's in front.. only God can tell.

Feeling Whole

So distant and so close,
So easy and so complicated,
So happy and so frightful,
So full and so empty,
So at peace and so agitated,
I feel like crying..

You must be crying...

Of the things that come to mind

Ever thought about the same moment of time?
The singularity of two things happening at the exact same time?
I was watching the reflection of a city light off of the rain water
in the city square of an old mexican town...
A very suttle sprinkle began to fall, and it seemed taht two drops
decided to land...
Call me a dreamer if you want but I saw them strike at the same
time... And even if it was not... What other things could have
happened at the same time.

Randomness of sight

Look up...
clouds...
never again repeated...
Silver halls...
White time stands...
Light dragons dance...
Solid blue falls wide and tall...
The wise are on watch...
almost out of light...
But tomorrow always surprises us all...

Feeling good...

I confront a sea of rage,
with a single tearful smile.
I don't get cut by the sharp wind edges,
I throw too quick a smile.
I take on mountains of boulders,
because I break what's coming with a monstrous smile.
I face the shadow of despair,
with a hopeful smile.
Some times there is a dark of empty loneliness,
I endure... I hold... I trully really hurt...
I've been there before... I fight on and on...
hey... still... there is a smile....

A quick sigh.

Within 160,000 meters of road,
there is a 100 meters forest land,
another one of those tiny places,
I'm out of my way but find my self home.

On the road under soft clouds of rain.

There is a hole of light in the sky,
a pool of illumination,
it looks as if underwater under a shell of ice,
and it's also a window
to the other side of the rainy wall.
Oh such wonder... such inspiration...
even upon a barren land,
arround al the life at hand.

When I think of someone special in my dreams #2

Of despair and angst I come. of hope and dreams I am born,
and I come to you in thoughts of late...
For I am what you sought but did not expect,
and you are to me the exact same...

The Winter Night

Today I woke up full of wishes,
I rose with a smile as day opened its gate,
something felt different, something familiar but couldn't quite place.
Then the first hint of morning gave it all away
and with a quick pace out the doorway I went,
so the touch of life, the touch of water, came upon my face.
In the coldness I found warmth
and in the dampness I found a laugh,
I took a smell of air and thus I was took to my other homeland.
Walking as I was, I though I could feel the touch of grass,
then my eyes were taken, for I was within a green forestland.
As the day went by, I saw a lot of faces looking down,
had they only looked the other way,
they would have shined with a silver crystal light.
I tried to spend as much time as I could under
the caress of the sky's tears so I could feel the love of the heavens.
I was surprised to see how everyone around me was cold and shivering,
so I took off my fleece because I felt a deep warmth within me,
peace... and I figured that I had not felt cold at all this day.
And so had the night arrived but the cool winter rain did not wish to part,
so I let the water be donned upon me with arms as wings wide open
and I was able to feel tranquility within my heart,
and at the same time I could smell the scent of night of pine,
the winter delight,
this lovely night...
of renewed dreams...
of thought of love...
and a heartbeat full of infinite wishes...

The Eagles

Orthannen im vi ól
Coll e dû
Or hiriath naur
Na rovail mae sui 'waew
Man prestant i ardhon?
Cerithar aen illiad dim úthenin?


In a dream I was lifted up.
Borne from the darkness
Above the rivers of fire.
On wings doft as the wind.
What's happened to the world?
Is everything sad going to come untrue?

Featured in "The End of All Things". LORT: ROTK.

Motivate

Do you remember de guy that halfway through a field he found him self in front of a mad bull trying to run him down?
The only escape that could be seen was a tree, but the lowest branch was three meters high...
The guy ran and gave a tremendous jump. He didn't reach the branch on his ascent but he got a good hold on his way down...
           Anonymous.

I can still feel you.

I can feel you on my shoulder,
I can feel you on my hands,
I can feel you on my fingers,
I can feel you on my face,
I can feel you on my nose,
I can feel you on my forehead,
I can still feel you on my lips...

The touch

On a sip of red wine,
by the candelight delight,
the caress was right,
and each touch so light.

The dance of the hands,
and the finger tracing of our edges,
with talk form the beautiful silence,
and the words of the touch on our faces.

The tension was displacing,
felt how my shoulders started shaking.
the pace and sighs became at sync,
One thing existed... the moment of you and me.

The thought was long ago connected,
The sentiment had been forever been conceived,
The gentle smooth roughness traced a path,
On the tip where the cold met the warm,
With the tilt where guards no longer existed,
The touch was sealed and all together one.

The Inhibitor In Thoughts of Late

     The windows are damp, the whole house shivers and the inhibitor is sad, the wind howls a melody and it all relates.

     I stop... I listen to the new found silence... you can heart it... it comes from within... it's closing in, the pressure increases and my Eden goes farther away.

     The dust and shade, it's still there but I must make it go away, else I'm afraid all shall fade.

     The air is fresh and humid in return it cleanses and so at the last of the darkest moment, the first ray of light breaks this way.

     Then as a cycle ends and starts again, the last seedling spawns in wake of the new hope and strength.

     The windows open, the house trembles but does not wane because the inhibitor is ready for the storm he sees coming his way.

...and so he prepares

Question...

Have you ever lived? How life was supposed to be lived? Sure you have, ever since you started to breathe... hehe, trick question.. ok, let me rephrase...
Have you ever felt like you were truly living?