Ode to Love

Started at the end Beginning with ~it  in mind While IT kaleided You touch my very Soul I am nothing without The Hope that you are I take a deep breath Let me share your strides, your air Until our hands loose The storm is coming Though it's been raging for years I feel the power  I share the power  Narrative generation- al A heavy crown  Vessel thought empty Though The Mother knew better Sparking with genius His words come with time As expected, right on time Our words, a chorus You must be reborn This should be of no surprise "How" certainly will

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."...

I find myself on a hillside, outside of the halls of eep, glad that the story has been written and experienced in the way that it has. It is a dark night, chilly. I look out over the valley and I am alone. Suddenly, but without startling me, my soulmate walks to my side in silence, and sits beside me on my blanket. I can see her breath; I can feel her leg grazing against my own. Time goes by wordlessly, with just our edges intermingling.  The darkness is complete at first, with barely enough light to confirm my company. Deja vu strikes as we sit, and I find myself tongue tied. Rather than speak so directly to the situation that we find ourselves in, I let a poem break the silence.  "I can see us here Despite all the ways we aren't  We are on this hill Through good times and bad You and I are together Lighting the darkness Let's light up the night Starry Eyed and Blazing Bright So that all may see So they understand Upon seeing see me so low That there are great heights Gr...

On The Starry Night I gift Pete my Bardic Pajamas.

Finding a blank page We cannot be expected To mark or tear it There's delicacy To originating Tao Here all matters not The Knot is of Love Balance finds us all elsewhere Back to origin Wisdom in wrinkles The line of death is not crossed A new gear  revealed A wave knocked closer Even a partial wave is Felt coming on strong We are together When there is a confluence Witnesses feel time Creation's slides slip  When a Prince's Crown Matters  We are all unique Unique we're inside Let us remember ourselves  In this brand new way

A newcomer, on the shores of Paradise.  "What would we trade?" As of yet, no one has an answer for him, for everything was already perfect the way it was. 

There is a sense of calm when I wake. I relax in my comfortable room for a time before heading back into the halls, ready for our next adventure. The journey is quick, and soon I am knocking on her door. She opens it quickly, with a big smile. I am beginning to become accustomed to this cheerful greeting of hers. "I was thinking that I could take you to the small city where I live, if you'd like?" She nods excitedly and takes my hand with a squeeze. Without further ado, I lead us to the doorway that will take us to my town. I decide to take us to the restaurant where I work. It has a cool vibe and excellent and unique food, which I'm pretty sure she's never tried. Her eyes are wide as we walk through the door, taking in the sights of the place. We sit and talk much like we did at our last meal. After the meal we play pool in the quiet of the weekday afternoon, still talking like it's second nature. We are both bad at pool and it shows, but it doesn't take ...

John 10:30  "I and the Father are one.” The Father from The Bible would be the man that stands beside Jesus and is one with  Jesus when these words are said. Revelation 1:8 “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.” Which is critical for this reason.  Matthew 18:19  “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven." Ultimately it is replication and reproduction and agreement expressible infinitely. An infinite amount of power, and it must be arranged and proportioned perfectly. 

Concentrate on the perfect wish.  Wish periodically for something imperfect, but measurable and measurably. Find an entity that will grant multiple wishes, 2+. When the imperfect wish is granted, the perfect wish, or "The Package" as I like to call it, will already be ready to go, and the opportunity will have presented itself with the other entity that grants wishes.  The keys of this are preparation and interaction.  Paradise will erupt as an element of The Perfect Wish. 

As soon as I'm up, I'm off into the halls of eep. Navigating to her room is like second nature, despite our lack of dreams together; maps can be made in many ways. I arrive, marveling for a minute at the craftsmanship around the doorframe, which is a very unusual sight here, and then knock. It barely takes a beat for her to open the door, and rush into my arms for a hug. I separate and say "How about we head somewhere that you're familiar with?" "Right now?" I nod with a big smile. She nods excitedly and takes my hand "Alright, I'll see what I can do." She begins running, with me a step behind. The halls form around her intention on where to arrive, through my thoughts and intention for us to go there. Once this crystallizes, our run brings us face to face with a door. I open it for her, and we step through. We emerge onto the streets of Korea, which are bustling with foot traffic. We find ourselves lost in a crowd. The walk is quite refres...

Epigenetics Going through the whole system Like a spreading vine We claim DNA Sparkling at every node  Chain by linking chain Let's swim in dark seas I can feel a rotation Strength in the maelstrom We find our center They are excited to come Finding Tao believed  Fireworks set up All Along The Watchtower In the nick of time X marks the center Spider webbing through the night Carrying the terms When it's written out All of our interaction Will be permanent Gleam from a distance Perfect exit strategy Starry Night Complete

Ink remerges What will remain past the tale? Annihilation These functions failing It is a moment of rest Unlike what we've seen Random Established Returning to where we met Orbiting a dream Wandering alight I had nothing to do with The moment initially Rendering the phase The ink has come in barrels The answer was no The i fall asleep A memory is replaced  Suddenly I'm strange Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity  On Wish and Prayer I will find our ice  When there is never a no And Yes is easy

I wake to a knock at my door. This is quite unusual in the domain of eep, given how difficult it is to walk the halls or navigate to a specific location, so my guard is up. I open the door cautiously and find my soulmate, dressed as The Demon of God once again, with eyes all black to match her outfit. I am always a little taken aback when I first see her like this, but that can't slow me down. Almost on instinct I say "Please, come in." She rushes me for a close hug before slipping by into my room, hehe. "What is this existence?" I ask, as if on instinct.  "It exists between and within the Council and Crews that you have claimed, within this part of the extreme storm. We are with you. I am so glad that you have invited me to write what I want. We are able to access this layer of reality because of you." We cement these words into something more,  and make them into something of important resonance. Suddenly it seems like we are the cement, filling the ...

"Both In This, Come Hell..." "Or high water!"  "Let's pray for high water, but prepare for hell. That way, we're ready regardless." She nods. All grown up, and still likes a good bedtime story from time to time. 

The full weight of God crushes down on the ship, but It holds. "'You are gods' was said and written. Now let's find that Moment." It is a Moment that is only found once, singularly unique and married, for love had been found. Soulmates united as the next step, as the path laid out step by brick, until the Infinite Staircase was complete, and Infinite humans could truly be a thing. Your path is infinite, the conscious must either persist or at some point cease. A single infinite man was needed to initiate this process, would I be this man, here and now? We realized that the reader could say the same thing, and each nodded in a confirmation of understanding. It is certainly still a matter of timing. So I rest, I relax, and let my partner fill the space between.  Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity On Wish and Prayer