Theres always the sun

Oh, will you help me? Can you help me?
You don't need to be helped any longer.
You've always had the power to reach the stars.
l have? Then why didn't you tell me before?
Because you wouldn't have believed me.
You had to learn it for yourself.
What have you learned?

l think that if l ever go looking for my heart's desire again, l won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, l never really lost it to begin with.

Madful burning fire

A long week of hysteria and hard work has finally passed. Some have doubted and been devious phonies. One carefree said "I still win over you". An idealist said "I don't have time for you Michelle, I have more important buisness to attend to" and some commoners said "Stop worrying so much" in irritation.
Well guess what, I WON nonetheless. By fighting till the end and overcoming the implications in time, whereas others were far to late. When shall you realise that instead of bringing one another down, we should help each other. To be magnanimous, this is a winner. Hence, indulge me differently as always. Though, this time I have the gift of absolution and the righteous judge of vengeance. Nothing is ever going to keep me down.

Two sides of the same coin, is all one

We have a big world, to learn how to tie together.
We have a past and a future, to give us a present.
We have night and day, to separate light from dark.
We have good and evil, to make a choice.
We have life and death, to find peace in both.

Two sides of the same coin, it's all one.

'If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever' - George Orwell.

An extraordinary example of my racing mind.'What if...' - The questions driven by FEAR of the UNKNOWN

Everyone is a storyteller

The winter is here, the sky is gray,
the wind is cold and the sun is gone.
The grass is frosted, the flowers are dead,
the bliss is gone and so is the swan.
The menace is present, the swords are drawn,
the knight is brave and the reaper is grim.
The passion is clear, the demise ends bold,
the sublime is blinding yet thee must it all behold.
For the painter holds the tale to be told, in the new day of dawn.

I have outdone myself again and achieved a second transcendence to my benefit. My best poem yet, and an introduction to my piano sonata.
I know that I do not know the meaning of happenings, however today was a productive day with elegant approaches and enthusiastic people. Still. Surprisingly, I kept my feet on the ground and noticed them and their spirit without being in accordance to me. This was in fact very pleasant and blissful and undeniably beautiful, to acknowledge someones smile without the 'me, me, me'.

Pattern of life

To seek signs that represent divine revelation, is to linger over an unmeasured light or darkness so very intensive, or a sound so loud made by something enormous, yet coming from the smallest bell. What I am trying to say is that when something is too clear, of too big magnitude for our brain to pick up, we become muted, earsplitted, blinded, in other words break. So, do we really wan't to see and if we do why are we afraid?

Once a door has been opened, it cannot be undone yet with this knowledge we keep making the same mistakes over and over... and over.
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