Book One : Nikushimi
Prelude: The End Of Innocence
The bright little Ataru sat happily, having finished his studies. The evening sun beamed in through the window onto him and he matched the golden light with his smile. He was proud to be gifted as he was. He saw his scholastic gift metaphorically; he always thought of some grand mountain waiting to be climbed when he was given work, and when it was done, he would cherish the cloudless sky that could be seen only by those who had scaled nature's monument.
His parents, too, admired his gift. He had already surpassed their understanding of the scholarly arts. A more nurturing environme
A flat of sand,
Left want for much,
The ground screams softly,
So softly in need.
I give for it
My tears of gold.
A black sky presses
Against my face.
Too dark to look
Upon the void
The road is lit
With tears of gold
A voice that calls
Like a thousand waters,
Pours over a rock
From ages old,
It speaks. I cry
Sweet tears of gold.
Sit still in quiet and give away.
On spring's warm earth begin to pray.
As sweet as sugar learn to be kind.
Begin to release the chains that bind.
Feel the blood within your veins.
A crimson flame filled with your pains,
Will teach you of courage beyond all fear.
Closer to the light draw thee near.
Learn next to create. With emotions, chance.
Like unto the autumn leaves you'll dance.
Desire like sex tamed and controlled,
Step through the veil and out of it's fold.
Listen for snow that falls so soft,
Its whispers like magik in the calm so oft.
Here you learn of questioning thought.
The distance to the gate is now at naught.
Th
Humble Little Love Poem by Taro-ZenMind, literature
Literature
Humble Little Love Poem
"Humble Little Love Poem"
I see two little dogs in a golden field.
Each makes chase for the tail of the other.
My eyes see the puppies protecting their master.
The master that came as a Father and Brother.
The original light lit my candle.
May I, oh, may I have it light yours?
Oh, little puppy can we play in the field?
No, I do not ask for your hand.
I want your smile but give me your palm,
And we can help each other stand.
The original light lit my candle.
May I, oh, may I have it light yours?
The Master I see in the light of your eyes
and I hope you see Him in mine.
The original light lit my candle.
Will you, oh, will you ha
By the shadows' hands, the crimson wave parts.
All breath labored, and for each face a mask;
thusly, begins the most ancient of arts.
Each masked member steps up to his task.
The shadows look on, unseen to the eye.
The lookers look on in joy and in fear.
Masked members draw the onlookers nigh --
One step from nothing, with discord so near.
The masks breathe no more as scarlet waves drown.
The humblest lives are laid low in plain sight --
Upon the dead more honor than a crown.
Shadows, members, lookers allbreathing light.
This is the theater, garish and lush --
Setting life free with a raging hush.
White Rose
The petals whisper "remember".
I listen to my flower.
They are delicate; treat them so.
Today I protected my flower.
And the petals whisper "remember".
light fills your lungs
spread your wings
FLY!
Faster, feel the wind whipping.
Get ready to let go, hold on!
Bang!
Faster than even goes the sound
Doesn't it feel like freedom
Snap!
You broke the limit
you're faster than light
Now there's nothing that is not in sight!
GO!
Before the Dawn
I'll sing the praises
of the land to come.
I will go and tell of victory.
If I do not then the stones would sing.
Though I know
it grows darker
I will sing of the Light
before the dawn.
From Caleb
Few may understand
the message written here.
For it is only meant for one,
I pray thee bend your ear.
For two so like it seems a shame
to be and be apart.
For they both know that the other goes
to the original Heart.
I ask not with pressure friend,
but only for kind reply.
The rose I offer to trade with thee
will never wilt or die.
In war we'd fight together,
in peace I'd hold your hand.
Our lives could help each other.
My offer yet does stand.
I've taken this before the One.
I'll say he gives the go.
But think and make sure that
you're assured before you say you know.
Whatever comes and whatever goes,
fearing
I Do
Do you not see my tears?
Do you not care for them?
Don't you feel this heart?
Do you know how it matters?
Do you know who you are?
Do you think it's possible?
Do you think it's worth it?
Do you know how I've prayed over it?
Do you know how your silence hurts?
The silence screams "I Do"