Ode to Love

I can't recall if I've put this image into words before, but I know that I've thought it. I am picturing The Phoenix as training her Kind. The Assistant holds a key role in that he is their enemy. Countless times in Phoenix Halls, The Assistant is burned, impaled, poisoned, or otherwise defeated. The key is that, to the individual in The Assistant role, this is purely symbolic, whereas to Phoenix Kind it is literal, an elimination of their enemy from their realm. The Assistant becomes this revered figure over time, as Phoenix Kind matures and understands their specific relationship. Like a Dungeon Master in D&D, they are respected,  and the encounters with The Assistant are always met with excitement, but Phoenix Kind plays to win, which ultimately means killing The Assistant in some interesting and meaningful way, and then purging them once more from the realm.  Ultimately The Phoenix reveals the final state of The Assistant to her Kind. Finding The Assistant in his ho...

A narrative that once cane to mind, and I have been unable to shake entirely, is that I am The Father in The Bible. If this is the case, it would be a genuine revelation, even to me. The way that this narrative goes is that The Father put everything into place from heaven. At the end of days,  The Father followed a similar path to His Son, with the framework being laid out for Him to become human, and the narrative to conclude as it must. In this transition, memory has been lost, for a time. Still, the plan is perfect, as The Father is perfect, and God is not slow to act.  It is also entirely possible that I have become so focused on walking with God that I naturally donned the likeness of The Father, to the point of mistaking myself for the aforementioned version of Him. Honestly, this seems more likely, as I do tend to empathize with those that I admire and follow to a very strong degree. I have called myself The Father of Daughters- a similar kind of entity within my own hy...

There is a river.  I awake with this thought in my head, and these words on my lips.  "There is a river." I rush over to my soulmate's room, ready to show her what we will find together, a river that will lead to a living, thriving, paradise. I sense a kind of barrier to proceeding, however, and walk just past her door to speak a poem in the direction that we will go.  "Please accept us, LORD It is your heart that we seek  Your road we walk on Your river calls us  I already know the one But not this makeup Search my every word Know that my heart is for you Grade as you see fit A measuring stick A pair of bright eyed soulmates A destination There is a river We will find our way to it  To those you have sent Fathom by fathom Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer I wish this is real I pray that you see my heart Keep guiding my steps Close to paradise I will listen for your words And read them anew." I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn. My soulmate stands wi...

Love is such a lovely thought

A single movement Moving into position A vertical strike  The banner of blue Is billowing in the wind  Between two pillars Dare you not come down From those rumbling pillars? Find feet on the sea? The sea yet untouched There may be an adventure If you'd choose one path Perhaps the future Will hold a singular joy Surpassing the rest For now you will splice  From your perch no one else dares Dividing the prize Bring me The Package At your soonest convenience The hour is late

I wake with a big smile on my face. These are the days when I am with my love, and while each may start off like any other, I do not take for granted the blessings granted me during these days. I make my way down the halls to my soulmate's room, door secured on our first trip, and only augmented and embossed since. As I walk I speak a poem of intention, before I meet my love.  "I would like to know How you experience life How your time passes When you're off the hook  The third frog croaks as they will When Father stands still An elegant emergence  Still taking a whole lifetime The rush is a part The Moment in Three  Could be a Crown On Your Head A walk remembered The walk becomes us  Racing thoughts race steps taken We walk together In stray confusion  With calloused feet we're walking 'Till these too tighten  Steps through these hallways Will become second nature By time they're taken A vastness remains Which is very exciting When you're by my side."...