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John Love Demonmancy 2

Esoterik
Englisch
643 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
0
2

tfufufutfuyfuyfufuyuyfuyfuyfufuy All Spirits to east Blk Wolf Form to west, Red Wolf Man Light Form to south, Wolf Spirit to east, Shapeshifting think like em, behave like em, feel like em to north Consciousness, Sorcerer, Sorceress, Sorcery, Will, want, Blue Luminescence of Awareness, too the west Reality IS Virtual Quantum Reality Physics blk overhauls, ski mask, windbreakers, army boots, leather gloves army greens Quantum IS Real Grunge, white skull pirates of carribean, black skull mask, skulls necklace, satanic Pan In Void, flanel over, green windbreaker shell jacket, greenish scarf, Assassin neoprene skull face, camo bdus, army boots, bare foot, or w sandals, army liners pants, army liner upper body, camo boonie hat, army balaclava, camo tube, grandfathers leather gloves, grandfather jacket, at home green bath robe, flanel could have been Christmas long sleeve dress shirt, and underneath striped with green candy cane, can wear green corporal hat, and shirt can be army greens, included green extreme, i dont want to die from my gums bleeding at dentistry how do i unnumb my right hand? Black Forms of the earth In the Void also barefoot feet heal, clothed again feet heal, barefoot again feet look healed Jason X 2nd One to the north, Sexuality too the west, Voorhees Rage, the Demon, the Man Wolf, etc, to the south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment to the east, Humanities Oversoul and empyrean rod and God In Empyrean to the Above, THoth God the Theosophical Mystic God too Below because Descends, at Center In Void and Elder God Smokes Jason X 2nd One, Incantations Project Lucifer In Dimensions to kill and target intestines corresponding to squid, water, and west, Red Form of Voorhees (Wolf, Sexuality) corresponds to south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment, to east Freddy to Above in dreamsPinhead to west, pumpkinhead to north, jason voorhees to south, SSE to east Jason X 2nd One Red pentagrams, Red in the head, Black Wolf Form, Wolf Spirit, Red Man wolf Native America to Above, Below to ? Satanism and SetianismArgentium Astrum to east, OTO to south, Wicca to west, Druidry to north deathworm to earth, fly flies so to east and wind, fly mask to south, Shapeshifting too west the fly horror movie mask, Beelzebub the Demon fly Incantation during nightfall corresponding to the north, too Increase desire In woman, least Through Lucifer the Squid Kraken Construct giant squid, Incantation Increases Desire in females corresponding to the south and desire, corresponding to sexuality and the south and west also Lucifer the Squid Construct, Prayer too Lucifer is the Incantation, the emotional burning a plant, Sends forth Lucifer to attack the intestines which like Lucifer also corresponds to the west, Squid same as Leviathan correspond to the west Incantation, Red Energy, Manwolf, Human w corporal hat, Change on Cellular Level Happens with visualization and symbolical meaning Merged Too Generate Energy and Appearance Change Empyrean Above, Humanities Oversoul east, Krishna warrior God south, Consciousness west, Cosmic Consciousness north, Thoth God Below ? ??? fire south blacksmith masons free masons Freemasonry Through the Energy of God all else happens, mercy and war separate people into two natures, which through the Sun gain superiority upon the earth and as the common plays of people essence Generates Essence as Raised Energies White skull mask book reading earliest hours LVX Extends Sunlight too the Eyes of Keter the Soul and Entity too See even the Soul In the Void and latter Mysticism at Chokmah spicey i can only have during early morning hours DATD to east and Above the Microcosm so sexual Energy to west, Manwolf to south, Quantum Changes on Cellular Level to north, i am convinced behavior equals Generated Effect, as with Red Lights In Each Eye, and separately the essential method same but different but appropiate too Flash In Red the Man Wolf I Am Thoth the Atlantean affirmation red pentagrams human form corresponds to south, Red In head Social corresponds to red and south Raise Energy, think like em, feel like em, behave like em, long hair, sandals, Xerxes of Gobi Desert, most unique, let be Knightmare Voorhees, long white hair, green skirt, white and purple striped long sleeve black skull mask O shaped belt with buckles Trees worlds within and without All Evils to the tree of evil All Gods of War to Geburah Apollo, all solar dieties to tiferet The Tree of Life has enormous Trees in and from every Tree there is a infinite number of Trees. Artemis to binah, Athena to chokmah, Pan's parents to Ain and Ain Soph, or Ain Soph and LVX, also to chokmah and binah Pan corresponds to Ain, Ain Soph, and Ain Soph AUr, In the Void, and too Keter all the trees and plants is the hair of Pan, the mountains his bones, the rocks his teeth, the waters and oceans his lifes blood, the warmth of volcanoes are his heart and blood flow, blood to west, bones to north, heart, veins, arteries, to south, organs including brain to east, brain also to pentacle to north, athame etc to south, cups, chalices, goblets, Holy Grail, to the west and water and wine, empyrean rod to east and above, wands to east and above sex to west, evil to north, rage to south, Raising Energy too east and Above Krishna too Above whose Divine Effulgence is the Parabrahman Brahmajyoti Brahma too east and Above In Parabrahman 15th star Evil Admiral too Below Grim Reaper to the north and south, Dracula to the west and south, High Reaver Warwolf to the south, Civil War gun with knife underneath to the south, cannons, destroyers, Naval turrets, all guns, to the south Staff Raises Energy scourge to north, sword to south, wands to south and west, athame daggers to south, empyrean rod to east and above, staff to above sex during ritual Generates Energy too Admiral, can be Commander alsored candles, red pentagrams, nude female body altar, Raising Red Energy, passion triggered with visualization as usual, romantic incense in incense burner, red robes, or skyclad nudity, jewels, gems, and gold, garland around necks, clean, bathed, red visualized sphere etc, Sexuality is essence of Raising Red Generated Energy Red Eyes too Above, mentality too east, body and nudity to north, sex to the west, penis to the south some out of print copies my ppaerbacks now just prevent any worse interiors while maintaining value higher than before because all becomes rarer destruction is a passionate drive also of Raising sexual Energy her altar is Setianly bottomed up the power of life and death is in the spoken word linguistic of the tongue of the unfortunate how much people are cared for in America is the signs of the teeth and gums and mouth mechanical and machine as well as musical vibrations bodily vibrations, emotional vibrations, nervous vibrations, Raised Energy, vibrations of the nervous systems All Lights, Luminescences, and Bioluminescences, Mark Energy which can br Somehow Ritually Raised The Immortals of the north, the Brain Waves of the west, the Zombiefication of the south and Brain Waves of the west, the Sorcerer Social Entity of east and Above Necromancy corresponds to all 5 elements and elementals Necromancy to east and Above CRM too south west Necromancy and Enochain too Above Sorcery to west Humanities Oversoul to east and Above war bear north, war dog to south rose to south, lilly to east, lilly pads to north, seaweed to west police and medical to west because has navy blue eyes, brown eyes of jailers and people in jail to north, animals to north all birds to east, dragon to the south sky white sign snow, winter cold, sleet, hail, etc, ice gnome to north, sylph fairy to east and wind, salamander to south and fire, elephant to north, megalodon to west, grizzly bear to south, lynx to east 4 Cabalistic worlds of 4 Trees one above the next, east wind is Tree Above too following down to Below, south fire, west water, and earth north City of Lights too Above Elysium to Above, God too Above keter to head, Soul, and Above, also east Chokmah and Mysticism to west im absolutely certain wisdom to west all fish to west sharks corresponds to south west, whale corresponds to west Holy from Above, Heaven's Wrath from Above Psychopathy through sexual mentality led too Red Man Wolf Form Light In Unconscious Mind She could be same hers (same person) A White Horse too Absorb from her she who Absorbed from a Platoon, then normally sexually Shifting too the next male placeing that at admiral, or commander Raising Energy explains witches haveing sexual orgies, Tantra with one partnet is more correct God In Empyerean AboveEvil Belowzombies north, werewolves south, vampirism west, ghosts east chandelier to above, altar to below, swords and athames to south, cup etc to west, pantacle to north the version she leaves after making you read what your reading as details you Become an Admiral with Trainer Killer Pushroom Controls at Right in human head is a White Horse The Summoning of Lucifer is Incantation which would be Merged with Ritual too Raise Energies corresponding too Raised and Beamed Down Energies prayer too the east, Lucifer too the south killed in intestines a woman, Lucifer to the west in Dimension, prayer too the north effecting Desire in female Incantations in essence how i Raised sexual heat in female and how Projected Lucifer Raising Energies eastCRM southNecromancy westSorcery north sexual to west, penis to south, body to north, Mentality too east Always Generate same Energies [mehr]

Stichwörter: devil, demons, demonmancy, Demonmancy, devils, demon, occult, satanism, setianism

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John Love A Love surname family history

The Real Bloodline of Mary Magdeline

Esoterik
Englisch
3248 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
0
0

tfufufutfuyfuyfufuyuyfuyfuyfufuy All Spirits to east Blk Wolf Form to west, Red Wolf Man Light Form to south, Wolf Spirit to east, Shapeshifting think like em, behave like em, feel like em to north Consciousness, Sorcerer, Sorceress, Sorcery, Will, want, Blue Luminescence of Awareness, too the west Reality IS Virtual Quantum Reality Physics blk overhauls, ski mask, windbreakers, army boots, leather gloves army greens Quantum IS Real Grunge, white skull pirates of carribean, black skull mask, skulls necklace, satanic Pan In Void, flanel over, green windbreaker shell jacket, greenish scarf, Assassin neoprene skull face, camo bdus, army boots, bare foot, or w sandals, army liners pants, army liner upper body, camo boonie hat, army balaclava, camo tube, grandfathers leather gloves, grandfather jacket, at home green bath robe, flanel could have been Christmas long sleeve dress shirt, and underneath striped with green candy cane, can wear green corporal hat, and shirt can be army greens, included green extreme, i dont want to die from my gums bleeding at dentistry how do i unnumb my right hand? Black Forms of the earth In the Void also barefoot feet heal, clothed again feet heal, barefoot again feet look healed Jason X 2nd One to the north, Sexuality too the west, Voorhees Rage, the Demon, the Man Wolf, etc, to the south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment to the east, Humanities Oversoul and empyrean rod and God In Empyrean to the Above, THoth God the Theosophical Mystic God too Below because Descends, at Center In Void and Elder God Smokes Jason X 2nd One, Incantations Project Lucifer In Dimensions to kill and target intestines corresponding to squid, water, and west, Red Form of Voorhees (Wolf, Sexuality) corresponds to south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment, to east Freddy to Above in dreamsPinhead to west, pumpkinhead to north, jason voorhees to south, SSE to east Jason X 2nd One Red pentagrams, Red in the head, Black Wolf Form, Wolf Spirit, Red Man wolf Native America to Above, Below to ? Satanism and SetianismArgentium Astrum to east, OTO to south, Wicca to west, Druidry to north deathworm to earth, fly flies so to east and wind, fly mask to south, Shapeshifting too west the fly horror movie mask, Beelzebub the Demon fly Incantation during nightfall corresponding to the north, too Increase desire In woman, least Through Lucifer the Squid Kraken Construct giant squid, Incantation Increases Desire in females corresponding to the south and desire, corresponding to sexuality and the south and west also Lucifer the Squid Construct, Prayer too Lucifer is the Incantation, the emotional burning a plant, Sends forth Lucifer to attack the intestines which like Lucifer also corresponds to the west, Squid same as Leviathan correspond to the west Incantation, Red Energy, Manwolf, Human w corporal hat, Change on Cellular Level Happens with visualization and symbolical meaning Merged Too Generate Energy and Appearance Change Empyrean Above, Humanities Oversoul east, Krishna warrior God south, Consciousness west, Cosmic Consciousness north, Thoth God Below ? ??? fire south blacksmith masons free masons Freemasonry Through the Energy of God all else happens, mercy and war separate people into two natures, which through the Sun gain superiority upon the earth and as the common plays of people essence Generates Essence as Raised Energies White skull mask book reading earliest hours LVX Extends Sunlight too the Eyes of Keter the Soul and Entity too See even the Soul In the Void and latter Mysticism at Chokmah spicey i can only have during early morning hours DATD to east and Above the Microcosm so sexual Energy to west, Manwolf to south, Quantum Changes on Cellular Level to north, i am convinced behavior equals Generated Effect, as with Red Lights In Each Eye, and separately the essential method same but different but appropiate too Flash In Red the Man Wolf I Am Thoth the Atlantean affirmation red pentagrams human form corresponds to south, Red In head Social corresponds to red and south Raise Energy, think like em, feel like em, behave like em, long hair, sandals, Xerxes of Gobi Desert, most unique, let be Knightmare Voorhees, long white hair, green skirt, white and purple striped long sleeve black skull mask O shaped belt with buckles Trees worlds within and without All Evils to the tree of evil All Gods of War to Geburah Apollo, all solar dieties to tiferet The Tree of Life has enormous Trees in and from every Tree there is a infinite number of Trees. Artemis to binah, Athena to chokmah, Pan's parents to Ain and Ain Soph, or Ain Soph and LVX, also to chokmah and binah Pan corresponds to Ain, Ain Soph, and Ain Soph AUr, In the Void, and too Keter all the trees and plants is the hair of Pan, the mountains his bones, the rocks his teeth, the waters and oceans his lifes blood, the warmth of volcanoes are his heart and blood flow, blood to west, bones to north, heart, veins, arteries, to south, organs including brain to east, brain also to pentacle to north, athame etc to south, cups, chalices, goblets, Holy Grail, to the west and water and wine, empyrean rod to east and above, wands to east and above sex to west, evil to north, rage to south, Raising Energy too east and Above Krishna too Above whose Divine Effulgence is the Parabrahman Brahmajyoti Brahma too east and Above In Parabrahman 15th star Evil Admiral too Below Grim Reaper to the north and south, Dracula to the west and south, High Reaver Warwolf to the south, Civil War gun with knife underneath to the south, cannons, destroyers, Naval turrets, all guns, to the south Staff Raises Energy scourge to north, sword to south, wands to south and west, athame daggers to south, empyrean rod to east and above, staff to above sex during ritual Generates Energy too Admiral, can be Commander alsored candles, red pentagrams, nude female body altar, Raising Red Energy, passion triggered with visualization as usual, romantic incense in incense burner, red robes, or skyclad nudity, jewels, gems, and gold, garland around necks, clean, bathed, red visualized sphere etc, Sexuality is essence of Raising Red Generated Energy Red Eyes too Above, mentality too east, body and nudity to north, sex to the west, penis to the south some out of print copies my ppaerbacks now just prevent any worse interiors while maintaining value higher than before because all becomes rarer destruction is a passionate drive also of Raising sexual Energy her altar is Setianly bottomed up the power of life and death is in the spoken word linguistic of the tongue of the unfortunate how much people are cared for in America is the signs of the teeth and gums and mouth mechanical and machine as well as musical vibrations bodily vibrations, emotional vibrations, nervous vibrations, Raised Energy, vibrations of the nervous systems All Lights, Luminescences, and Bioluminescences, Mark Energy which can br Somehow Ritually Raised The Immortals of the north, the Brain Waves of the west, the Zombiefication of the south and Brain Waves of the west, the Sorcerer Social Entity of east and Above Necromancy corresponds to all 5 elements and elementals Necromancy to east and Above CRM too south west Necromancy and Enochain too Above Sorcery to west Humanities Oversoul to east and Above war bear north, war dog to south rose to south, lilly to east, lilly pads to north, seaweed to west police and medical to west because has navy blue eyes, brown eyes of jailers and people in jail to north, animals to north all birds to east, dragon to the south sky white sign snow, winter cold, sleet, hail, etc, ice gnome to north, sylph fairy to east and wind, salamander to south and fire, elephant to north, megalodon to west, grizzly bear to south, lynx to east 4 Cabalistic worlds of 4 Trees one above the next, east wind is Tree Above too following down to Below, south fire, west water, and earth north City of Lights too Above Elysium to Above, God too Above keter to head, Soul, and Above, also east Chokmah and Mysticism to west im absolutely certain wisdom to west all fish to west sharks corresponds to south west, whale corresponds to west Holy from Above, Heaven's Wrath from Above Psychopathy through sexual mentality led too Red Man Wolf Form Light In Unconscious Mind She could be same hers (same person) A White Horse too Absorb from her she who Absorbed from a Platoon, then normally sexually Shifting too the next male placeing that at admiral, or commander Raising Energy explains witches haveing sexual orgies, Tantra with one partnet is more correct God In Empyerean AboveEvil Belowzombies north, werewolves south, vampirism west, ghosts east chandelier to above, altar to below, swords and athames to south, cup etc to west, pantacle to north the version she leaves after making you read what your reading as details you Become an Admiral with Trainer Killer Pushroom Controls at Right in human head is a White Horse The Summoning of Lucifer is Incantation which would be Merged with Ritual too Raise Energies corresponding too Raised and Beamed Down Energies prayer too the east, Lucifer too the south killed in intestines a woman, Lucifer to the west in Dimension, prayer too the north effecting Desire in female Incantations in essence how i Raised sexual heat in female and how Projected Lucifer Raising Energies eastCRM southNecromancy westSorcery north sexual to west, penis to south, body to north, Mentality too east Always Generate same Energies [mehr]

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John Love How too Generate Energy

Esoterik
Englisch
5406 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
0
1

tfufufutfuyfuyfufuyuyfuyfuyfufuy All Spirits to east Blk Wolf Form to west, Red Wolf Man Light Form to south, Wolf Spirit to east, Shapeshifting think like em, behave like em, feel like em to north Consciousness, Sorcerer, Sorceress, Sorcery, Will, want, Blue Luminescence of Awareness, too the west Reality IS Virtual Quantum Reality Physics blk overhauls, ski mask, windbreakers, army boots, leather gloves army greens Quantum IS Real Grunge, white skull pirates of carribean, black skull mask, skulls necklace, satanic Pan In Void, flanel over, green windbreaker shell jacket, greenish scarf, Assassin neoprene skull face, camo bdus, army boots, bare foot, or w sandals, army liners pants, army liner upper body, camo boonie hat, army balaclava, camo tube, grandfathers leather gloves, grandfather jacket, at home green bath robe, flanel could have been Christmas long sleeve dress shirt, and underneath striped with green candy cane, can wear green corporal hat, and shirt can be army greens, included green extreme, i dont want to die from my gums bleeding at dentistry how do i unnumb my right hand? Black Forms of the earth In the Void also barefoot feet heal, clothed again feet heal, barefoot again feet look healed Jason X 2nd One to the north, Sexuality too the west, Voorhees Rage, the Demon, the Man Wolf, etc, to the south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment to the east, Humanities Oversoul and empyrean rod and God In Empyrean to the Above, THoth God the Theosophical Mystic God too Below because Descends, at Center In Void and Elder God Smokes Jason X 2nd One, Incantations Project Lucifer In Dimensions to kill and target intestines corresponding to squid, water, and west, Red Form of Voorhees (Wolf, Sexuality) corresponds to south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment, to east Freddy to Above in dreamsPinhead to west, pumpkinhead to north, jason voorhees to south, SSE to east Jason X 2nd One Red pentagrams, Red in the head, Black Wolf Form, Wolf Spirit, Red Man wolf Native America to Above, Below to ? Satanism and SetianismArgentium Astrum to east, OTO to south, Wicca to west, Druidry to north deathworm to earth, fly flies so to east and wind, fly mask to south, Shapeshifting too west the fly horror movie mask, Beelzebub the Demon fly Incantation during nightfall corresponding to the north, too Increase desire In woman, least Through Lucifer the Squid Kraken Construct giant squid, Incantation Increases Desire in females corresponding to the south and desire, corresponding to sexuality and the south and west also Lucifer the Squid Construct, Prayer too Lucifer is the Incantation, the emotional burning a plant, Sends forth Lucifer to attack the intestines which like Lucifer also corresponds to the west, Squid same as Leviathan correspond to the west Incantation, Red Energy, Manwolf, Human w corporal hat, Change on Cellular Level Happens with visualization and symbolical meaning Merged Too Generate Energy and Appearance Change Empyrean Above, Humanities Oversoul east, Krishna warrior God south, Consciousness west, Cosmic Consciousness north, Thoth God Below ? ??? fire south blacksmith masons free masons Freemasonry Through the Energy of God all else happens, mercy and war separate people into two natures, which through the Sun gain superiority upon the earth and as the common plays of people essence Generates Essence as Raised Energies White skull mask book reading earliest hours LVX Extends Sunlight too the Eyes of Keter the Soul and Entity too See even the Soul In the Void and latter Mysticism at Chokmah spicey i can only have during early morning hours DATD to east and Above the Microcosm so sexual Energy to west, Manwolf to south, Quantum Changes on Cellular Level to north, i am convinced behavior equals Generated Effect, as with Red Lights In Each Eye, and separately the essential method same but different but appropiate too Flash In Red the Man Wolf I Am Thoth the Atlantean affirmation red pentagrams human form corresponds to south, Red In head Social corresponds to red and south Raise Energy, think like em, feel like em, behave like em, long hair, sandals, Xerxes of Gobi Desert, most unique, let be Knightmare Voorhees, long white hair, green skirt, white and purple striped long sleeve black skull mask O shaped belt with buckles Trees worlds within and without All Evils to the tree of evil All Gods of War to Geburah Apollo, all solar dieties to tiferet The Tree of Life has enormous Trees in and from every Tree there is a infinite number of Trees. Artemis to binah, Athena to chokmah, Pan's parents to Ain and Ain Soph, or Ain Soph and LVX, also to chokmah and binah Pan corresponds to Ain, Ain Soph, and Ain Soph AUr, In the Void, and too Keter all the trees and plants is the hair of Pan, the mountains his bones, the rocks his teeth, the waters and oceans his lifes blood, the warmth of volcanoes are his heart and blood flow, blood to west, bones to north, heart, veins, arteries, to south, organs including brain to east, brain also to pentacle to north, athame etc to south, cups, chalices, goblets, Holy Grail, to the west and water and wine, empyrean rod to east and above, wands to east and above sex to west, evil to north, rage to south, Raising Energy too east and Above Krishna too Above whose Divine Effulgence is the Parabrahman Brahmajyoti Brahma too east and Above In Parabrahman 15th star Evil Admiral too Below Grim Reaper to the north and south, Dracula to the west and south, High Reaver Warwolf to the south, Civil War gun with knife underneath to the south, cannons, destroyers, Naval turrets, all guns, to the south Staff Raises Energy scourge to north, sword to south, wands to south and west, athame daggers to south, empyrean rod to east and above, staff to above sex during ritual Generates Energy too Admiral, can be Commander alsored candles, red pentagrams, nude female body altar, Raising Red Energy, passion triggered with visualization as usual, romantic incense in incense burner, red robes, or skyclad nudity, jewels, gems, and gold, garland around necks, clean, bathed, red visualized sphere etc, Sexuality is essence of Raising Red Generated Energy Red Eyes too Above, mentality too east, body and nudity to north, sex to the west, penis to the south some out of print copies my ppaerbacks now just prevent any worse interiors while maintaining value higher than before because all becomes rarer destruction is a passionate drive also of Raising sexual Energy her altar is Setianly bottomed up the power of life and death is in the spoken word linguistic of the tongue of the unfortunate how much people are cared for in America is the signs of the teeth and gums and mouth mechanical and machine as well as musical vibrations bodily vibrations, emotional vibrations, nervous vibrations, Raised Energy, vibrations of the nervous systems All Lights, Luminescences, and Bioluminescences, Mark Energy which can br Somehow Ritually Raised The Immortals of the north, the Brain Waves of the west, the Zombiefication of the south and Brain Waves of the west, the Sorcerer Social Entity of east and Above Necromancy corresponds to all 5 elements and elementals Necromancy to east and Above CRM too south west Necromancy and Enochain too Above Sorcery to west Humanities Oversoul to east and Above war bear north, war dog to south rose to south, lilly to east, lilly pads to north, seaweed to west police and medical to west because has navy blue eyes, brown eyes of jailers and people in jail to north, animals to north all birds to east, dragon to the south sky white sign snow, winter cold, sleet, hail, etc, ice gnome to north, sylph fairy to east and wind, salamander to south and fire, elephant to north, megalodon to west, grizzly bear to south, lynx to east 4 Cabalistic worlds of 4 Trees one above the next, east wind is Tree Above too following down to Below, south fire, west water, and earth north City of Lights too Above Elysium to Above, God too Above keter to head, Soul, and Above, also east Chokmah and Mysticism to west im absolutely certain wisdom to west all fish to west sharks corresponds to south west, whale corresponds to west Holy from Above, Heaven's Wrath from Above Psychopathy through sexual mentality led too Red Man Wolf Form Light In Unconscious Mind She could be same hers (same person) A White Horse too Absorb from her she who Absorbed from a Platoon, then normally sexually Shifting too the next male placeing that at admiral, or commander Raising Energy explains witches haveing sexual orgies, Tantra with one partnet is more correct God In Empyerean AboveEvil Belowzombies north, werewolves south, vampirism west, ghosts east chandelier to above, altar to below, swords and athames to south, cup etc to west, pantacle to north the version she leaves after making you read what your reading as details you Become an Admiral with Trainer Killer Pushroom Controls at Right in human head is a White Horse The Summoning of Lucifer is Incantation which would be Merged with Ritual too Raise Energies corresponding too Raised and Beamed Down Energies prayer too the east, Lucifer too the south killed in intestines a woman, Lucifer to the west in Dimension, prayer too the north effecting Desire in female Incantations in essence how i Raised sexual heat in female and how Projected Lucifer Raising Energies eastCRM southNecromancy westSorcery north sexual to west, penis to south, body to north, Mentality too east Always Generate same Energies [mehr]

Stichwörter: energy, Tibetan Buddhism, Wicca, wiccan, occultism, Energy, Brahmajyoti, Heart, heart, S Shaped Heart Energy

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John Love NO MORE

Esoterik
Englisch
758 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
64
0

tfufufutfuyfuyfufuyuyfuyfuyfufuy All Spirits to east Blk Wolf Form to west, Red Wolf Man Light Form to south, Wolf Spirit to east, Shapeshifting think like em, behave like em, feel like em to north Consciousness, Sorcerer, Sorceress, Sorcery, Will, want, Blue Luminescence of Awareness, too the west Reality IS Virtual Quantum Reality Physics blk overhauls, ski mask, windbreakers, army boots, leather gloves army greens Quantum IS Real Grunge, white skull pirates of carribean, black skull mask, skulls necklace, satanic Pan In Void, flanel over, green windbreaker shell jacket, greenish scarf, Assassin neoprene skull face, camo bdus, army boots, bare foot, or w sandals, army liners pants, army liner upper body, camo boonie hat, army balaclava, camo tube, grandfathers leather gloves, grandfather jacket, at home green bath robe, flanel could have been Christmas long sleeve dress shirt, and underneath striped with green candy cane, can wear green corporal hat, and shirt can be army greens, included green extreme, i dont want to die from my gums bleeding at dentistry how do i unnumb my right hand? Black Forms of the earth In the Void also barefoot feet heal, clothed again feet heal, barefoot again feet look healed Jason X 2nd One to the north, Sexuality too the west, Voorhees Rage, the Demon, the Man Wolf, etc, to the south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment to the east, Humanities Oversoul and empyrean rod and God In Empyrean to the Above, THoth God the Theosophical Mystic God too Below because Descends, at Center In Void and Elder God Smokes Jason X 2nd One, Incantations Project Lucifer In Dimensions to kill and target intestines corresponding to squid, water, and west, Red Form of Voorhees (Wolf, Sexuality) corresponds to south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment, to east Freddy to Above in dreamsPinhead to west, pumpkinhead to north, jason voorhees to south, SSE to east Jason X 2nd One Red pentagrams, Red in the head, Black Wolf Form, Wolf Spirit, Red Man wolf Native America to Above, Below to ? Satanism and SetianismArgentium Astrum to east, OTO to south, Wicca to west, Druidry to north deathworm to earth, fly flies so to east and wind, fly mask to south, Shapeshifting too west the fly horror movie mask, Beelzebub the Demon fly Incantation during nightfall corresponding to the north, too Increase desire In woman, least Through Lucifer the Squid Kraken Construct giant squid, Incantation Increases Desire in females corresponding to the south and desire, corresponding to sexuality and the south and west also Lucifer the Squid Construct, Prayer too Lucifer is the Incantation, the emotional burning a plant, Sends forth Lucifer to attack the intestines which like Lucifer also corresponds to the west, Squid same as Leviathan correspond to the west Incantation, Red Energy, Manwolf, Human w corporal hat, Change on Cellular Level Happens with visualization and symbolical meaning Merged Too Generate Energy and Appearance Change Empyrean Above, Humanities Oversoul east, Krishna warrior God south, Consciousness west, Cosmic Consciousness north, Thoth God Below ? ??? fire south blacksmith masons free masons Freemasonry Through the Energy of God all else happens, mercy and war separate people into two natures, which through the Sun gain superiority upon the earth and as the common plays of people essence Generates Essence as Raised Energies White skull mask book reading earliest hours LVX Extends Sunlight too the Eyes of Keter the Soul and Entity too See even the Soul In the Void and latter Mysticism at Chokmah spicey i can only have during early morning hours DATD to east and Above the Microcosm so sexual Energy to west, Manwolf to south, Quantum Changes on Cellular Level to north, i am convinced behavior equals Generated Effect, as with Red Lights In Each Eye, and separately the essential method same but different but appropiate too Flash In Red the Man Wolf I Am Thoth the Atlantean affirmation red pentagrams human form corresponds to south, Red In head Social corresponds to red and south Raise Energy, think like em, feel like em, behave like em, long hair, sandals, Xerxes of Gobi Desert, most unique, let be Knightmare Voorhees, long white hair, green skirt, white and purple striped long sleeve black skull mask O shaped belt with buckles Trees worlds within and without All Evils to the tree of evil All Gods of War to Geburah Apollo, all solar dieties to tiferet The Tree of Life has enormous Trees in and from every Tree there is a infinite number of Trees. Artemis to binah, Athena to chokmah, Pan's parents to Ain and Ain Soph, or Ain Soph and LVX, also to chokmah and binah Pan corresponds to Ain, Ain Soph, and Ain Soph AUr, In the Void, and too Keter all the trees and plants is the hair of Pan, the mountains his bones, the rocks his teeth, the waters and oceans his lifes blood, the warmth of volcanoes are his heart and blood flow, blood to west, bones to north, heart, veins, arteries, to south, organs including brain to east, brain also to pentacle to north, athame etc to south, cups, chalices, goblets, Holy Grail, to the west and water and wine, empyrean rod to east and above, wands to east and above sex to west, evil to north, rage to south, Raising Energy too east and Above Krishna too Above whose Divine Effulgence is the Parabrahman Brahmajyoti Brahma too east and Above In Parabrahman 15th star Evil Admiral too Below Grim Reaper to the north and south, Dracula to the west and south, High Reaver Warwolf to the south, Civil War gun with knife underneath to the south, cannons, destroyers, Naval turrets, all guns, to the south Staff Raises Energy scourge to north, sword to south, wands to south and west, athame daggers to south, empyrean rod to east and above, staff to above sex during ritual Generates Energy too Admiral, can be Commander alsored candles, red pentagrams, nude female body altar, Raising Red Energy, passion triggered with visualization as usual, romantic incense in incense burner, red robes, or skyclad nudity, jewels, gems, and gold, garland around necks, clean, bathed, red visualized sphere etc, Sexuality is essence of Raising Red Generated Energy Red Eyes too Above, mentality too east, body and nudity to north, sex to the west, penis to the south some out of print copies my ppaerbacks now just prevent any worse interiors while maintaining value higher than before because all becomes rarer destruction is a passionate drive also of Raising sexual Energy her altar is Setianly bottomed up the power of life and death is in the spoken word linguistic of the tongue of the unfortunate how much people are cared for in America is the signs of the teeth and gums and mouth mechanical and machine as well as musical vibrations bodily vibrations, emotional vibrations, nervous vibrations, Raised Energy, vibrations of the nervous systems All Lights, Luminescences, and Bioluminescences, Mark Energy which can br Somehow Ritually Raised The Immortals of the north, the Brain Waves of the west, the Zombiefication of the south and Brain Waves of the west, the Sorcerer Social Entity of east and Above Necromancy corresponds to all 5 elements and elementals Necromancy to east and Above CRM too south west Necromancy and Enochain too Above Sorcery to west Humanities Oversoul to east and Above war bear north, war dog to south rose to south, lilly to east, lilly pads to north, seaweed to west police and medical to west because has navy blue eyes, brown eyes of jailers and people in jail to north, animals to north all birds to east, dragon to the south sky white sign snow, winter cold, sleet, hail, etc, ice gnome to north, sylph fairy to east and wind, salamander to south and fire, elephant to north, megalodon to west, grizzly bear to south, lynx to east 4 Cabalistic worlds of 4 Trees one above the next, east wind is Tree Above too following down to Below, south fire, west water, and earth north City of Lights too Above Elysium to Above, God too Above keter to head, Soul, and Above, also east Chokmah and Mysticism to west im absolutely certain wisdom to west all fish to west sharks corresponds to south west, whale corresponds to west Holy from Above, Heaven's Wrath from Above Psychopathy through sexual mentality led too Red Man Wolf Form Light In Unconscious Mind She could be same hers (same person) A White Horse too Absorb from her she who Absorbed from a Platoon, then normally sexually Shifting too the next male placeing that at admiral, or commander Raising Energy explains witches haveing sexual orgies, Tantra with one partnet is more correct God In Empyerean AboveEvil Belowzombies north, werewolves south, vampirism west, ghosts east chandelier to above, altar to below, swords and athames to south, cup etc to west, pantacle to north the version she leaves after making you read what your reading as details you Become an Admiral with Trainer Killer Pushroom Controls at Right in human head is a White Horse The Summoning of Lucifer is Incantation which would be Merged with Ritual too Raise Energies corresponding too Raised and Beamed Down Energies prayer too the east, Lucifer too the south killed in intestines a woman, Lucifer to the west in Dimension, prayer too the north effecting Desire in female Incantations in essence how i Raised sexual heat in female and how Projected Lucifer Raising Energies eastCRM southNecromancy westSorcery north sexual to west, penis to south, body to north, Mentality too east Always Generate same Energies [mehr]

Stichwörter: raven, crow, the crow, The Crow, occultism, esoteric, religion, philosophy

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John Love How Sorcery Works

Esoterik
Englisch
139 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
0
0

tfufufutfuyfuyfufuyuyfuyfuyfufuy All Spirits to east Blk Wolf Form to west, Red Wolf Man Light Form to south, Wolf Spirit to east, Shapeshifting think like em, behave like em, feel like em to north Consciousness, Sorcerer, Sorceress, Sorcery, Will, want, Blue Luminescence of Awareness, too the west Reality IS Virtual Quantum Reality Physics blk overhauls, ski mask, windbreakers, army boots, leather gloves army greens Quantum IS Real Grunge, white skull pirates of carribean, black skull mask, skulls necklace, satanic Pan In Void, flanel over, green windbreaker shell jacket, greenish scarf, Assassin neoprene skull face, camo bdus, army boots, bare foot, or w sandals, army liners pants, army liner upper body, camo boonie hat, army balaclava, camo tube, grandfathers leather gloves, grandfather jacket, at home green bath robe, flanel could have been Christmas long sleeve dress shirt, and underneath striped with green candy cane, can wear green corporal hat, and shirt can be army greens, included green extreme, i dont want to die from my gums bleeding at dentistry how do i unnumb my right hand? Black Forms of the earth In the Void also barefoot feet heal, clothed again feet heal, barefoot again feet look healed Jason X 2nd One to the north, Sexuality too the west, Voorhees Rage, the Demon, the Man Wolf, etc, to the south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment to the east, Humanities Oversoul and empyrean rod and God In Empyrean to the Above, THoth God the Theosophical Mystic God too Below because Descends, at Center In Void and Elder God Smokes Jason X 2nd One, Incantations Project Lucifer In Dimensions to kill and target intestines corresponding to squid, water, and west, Red Form of Voorhees (Wolf, Sexuality) corresponds to south, Liberation, Samadhi, Enlightenment, to east Freddy to Above in dreamsPinhead to west, pumpkinhead to north, jason voorhees to south, SSE to east Jason X 2nd One Red pentagrams, Red in the head, Black Wolf Form, Wolf Spirit, Red Man wolf Native America to Above, Below to ? Satanism and SetianismArgentium Astrum to east, OTO to south, Wicca to west, Druidry to north deathworm to earth, fly flies so to east and wind, fly mask to south, Shapeshifting too west the fly horror movie mask, Beelzebub the Demon fly Incantation during nightfall corresponding to the north, too Increase desire In woman, least Through Lucifer the Squid Kraken Construct giant squid, Incantation Increases Desire in females corresponding to the south and desire, corresponding to sexuality and the south and west also Lucifer the Squid Construct, Prayer too Lucifer is the Incantation, the emotional burning a plant, Sends forth Lucifer to attack the intestines which like Lucifer also corresponds to the west, Squid same as Leviathan correspond to the west Incantation, Red Energy, Manwolf, Human w corporal hat, Change on Cellular Level Happens with visualization and symbolical meaning Merged Too Generate Energy and Appearance Change Empyrean Above, Humanities Oversoul east, Krishna warrior God south, Consciousness west, Cosmic Consciousness north, Thoth God Below ? ??? fire south blacksmith masons free masons Freemasonry Through the Energy of God all else happens, mercy and war separate people into two natures, which through the Sun gain superiority upon the earth and as the common plays of people essence Generates Essence as Raised Energies White skull mask book reading earliest hours LVX Extends Sunlight too the Eyes of Keter the Soul and Entity too See even the Soul In the Void and latter Mysticism at Chokmah spicey i can only have during early morning hours DATD to east and Above the Microcosm so sexual Energy to west, Manwolf to south, Quantum Changes on Cellular Level to north, i am convinced behavior equals Generated Effect, as with Red Lights In Each Eye, and separately the essential method same but different but appropiate too Flash In Red the Man Wolf I Am Thoth the Atlantean affirmation red pentagrams human form corresponds to south, Red In head Social corresponds to red and south Raise Energy, think like em, feel like em, behave like em, long hair, sandals, Xerxes of Gobi Desert, most unique, let be Knightmare Voorhees, long white hair, green skirt, white and purple striped long sleeve black skull mask O shaped belt with buckles Trees worlds within and without All Evils to the tree of evil All Gods of War to Geburah Apollo, all solar dieties to tiferet The Tree of Life has enormous Trees in and from every Tree there is a infinite number of Trees. Artemis to binah, Athena to chokmah, Pan's parents to Ain and Ain Soph, or Ain Soph and LVX, also to chokmah and binah Pan corresponds to Ain, Ain Soph, and Ain Soph AUr, In the Void, and too Keter all the trees and plants is the hair of Pan, the mountains his bones, the rocks his teeth, the waters and oceans his lifes blood, the warmth of volcanoes are his heart and blood flow, blood to west, bones to north, heart, veins, arteries, to south, organs including brain to east, brain also to pentacle to north, athame etc to south, cups, chalices, goblets, Holy Grail, to the west and water and wine, empyrean rod to east and above, wands to east and above sex to west, evil to north, rage to south, Raising Energy too east and Above Krishna too Above whose Divine Effulgence is the Parabrahman Brahmajyoti Brahma too east and Above In Parabrahman 15th star Evil Admiral too Below Grim Reaper to the north and south, Dracula to the west and south, High Reaver Warwolf to the south, Civil War gun with knife underneath to the south, cannons, destroyers, Naval turrets, all guns, to the south Staff Raises Energy scourge to north, sword to south, wands to south and west, athame daggers to south, empyrean rod to east and above, staff to above sex during ritual Generates Energy too Admiral, can be Commander alsored candles, red pentagrams, nude female body altar, Raising Red Energy, passion triggered with visualization as usual, romantic incense in incense burner, red robes, or skyclad nudity, jewels, gems, and gold, garland around necks, clean, bathed, red visualized sphere etc, Sexuality is essence of Raising Red Generated Energy Red Eyes too Above, mentality too east, body and nudity to north, sex to the west, penis to the south some out of print copies my ppaerbacks now just prevent any worse interiors while maintaining value higher than before because all becomes rarer destruction is a passionate drive also of Raising sexual Energy her altar is Setianly bottomed up the power of life and death is in the spoken word linguistic of the tongue of the unfortunate how much people are cared for in America is the signs of the teeth and gums and mouth mechanical and machine as well as musical vibrations bodily vibrations, emotional vibrations, nervous vibrations, Raised Energy, vibrations of the nervous systems All Lights, Luminescences, and Bioluminescences, Mark Energy which can br Somehow Ritually Raised The Immortals of the north, the Brain Waves of the west, the Zombiefication of the south and Brain Waves of the west, the Sorcerer Social Entity of east and Above Necromancy corresponds to all 5 elements and elementals Necromancy to east and Above CRM too south west Necromancy and Enochain too Above Sorcery to west Humanities Oversoul to east and Above war bear north, war dog to south rose to south, lilly to east, lilly pads to north, seaweed to west police and medical to west because has navy blue eyes, brown eyes of jailers and people in jail to north, animals to north all birds to east, dragon to the south sky white sign snow, winter cold, sleet, hail, etc, ice gnome to north, sylph fairy to east and wind, salamander to south and fire, elephant to north, megalodon to west, grizzly bear to south, lynx to east 4 Cabalistic worlds of 4 Trees one above the next, east wind is Tree Above too following down to Below, south fire, west water, and earth north City of Lights too Above Elysium to Above, God too Above keter to head, Soul, and Above, also east Chokmah and Mysticism to west im absolutely certain wisdom to west all fish to west sharks corresponds to south west, whale corresponds to west Holy from Above, Heaven's Wrath from Above Psychopathy through sexual mentality led too Red Man Wolf Form Light In Unconscious Mind She could be same hers (same person) A White Horse too Absorb from her she who Absorbed from a Platoon, then normally sexually Shifting too the next male placeing that at admiral, or commander Raising Energy explains witches haveing sexual orgies, Tantra with one partnet is more correct God In Empyerean AboveEvil Belowzombies north, werewolves south, vampirism west, ghosts east chandelier to above, altar to below, swords and athames to south, cup etc to west, pantacle to north the version she leaves after making you read what your reading as details you Become an Admiral with Trainer Killer Pushroom Controls at Right in human head is a White Horse The Summoning of Lucifer is Incantation which would be Merged with Ritual too Raise Energies corresponding too Raised and Beamed Down Energies prayer too the east, Lucifer too the south killed in intestines a woman, Lucifer to the west in Dimension, prayer too the north effecting Desire in female Incantations in essence how i Raised sexual heat in female and how Projected Lucifer Raising Energies eastCRM southNecromancy westSorcery north sexual to west, penis to south, body to north, Mentality too east Always Generate same Energies [mehr]

Stichwörter: Sorcery, sorcery, supernatural, occult, occultism

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Azeezat Oluwa Broken Tales

Volume one in the Broken Tales Series

Fantasy
Englisch
7694 Wörter
Ab 14 Jahren
398
1

It has been three months since she died. 91 days, 2,184 hours I have not been taking it well. I refuse to get out of my room. Uncle Max tries to come in but I don’t let anybody in. I hear voices from down the hall. Uncle Max is talking to someone . “ She won’t let anyone in,” Says Max. “ Not even the boyfriend?” asked someone else. “ Yeah,” Someone very unfamiliar walks into the room. I throw my pillow at the person. “ Go away,” “ Makaila I am doctor Johnson,” He says. “ What do you want,” “ I want to help you get over her,” Her. He was talking about Karla. Karla, Karla. All of a sudden the ground rushes to me, and the darkness rushes over me. I wake up to an unfamiliar room. Has white walls,blue curtains. Something is hooked onto my hand and I hear beeping. I see Jason and Max standing in the corner. Jason walks over sensing I am awake. “ Max can you please give us a minute,” Jason asked. Uncle Max just sighed and left the room. “ Makaila, do you know how worried we were?” I didn’t answer. “ Hey listen to me. I will find who killed her” “ Who?” I asked. “ Who killed my sister?” “ Makaila calm down. Let me explain. So I was looking at the body,” “ Wait,” I said. “ You were looking at the body. Did you open the casket,” “ If that’s what you want to call it. Anyways I was looking at the body and I found what the police called ‘scratch marks ‘ were actually vampire teeth marks,” My body froze. I couldn’t get the words right in my brain. “ What?” I was very surprised. “ Nobody in my family knows who killed her but it must be someone that has contact to your family,” “ I don't know anybody who would do such a thing. I mean she was only seven. “Sometimes I wish I was the one that died and not my parents nor Karla,” Jason held my face with both hands, “ Snap out of it Makaila. I would kill myself if something happened to you,” “ Why would you kill yourself?” “ Because I love you,” Suddenly he held my face with both hands and kissed me with joy I have never felt before.. I am going home today. Uncle Max is making me go to school tomorrow. I am still trying to get over Karla but, that can never happen. When we got home it was nighttime so I just went into my bathroom to get ready for bed and that is when I saw her. She looked perfect. Not like the last time I saw her. Her clothes were not spattered with blood. Her hair was not out of place. Her face was perfect. Karla. I screamed at the top of my lungs. My head was starting to hurt. It hurt more than a migraine. Like I was being stabbed in the stomach. The migraine stopped abruptly and she was gone. Max was by my side rocking me back and forth. I don't know how long we sat there . I must have fell asleep because when my alarm sounded I was in bed. I checked the time and it was seven. I quickly got ready for school. I did not even bother to straighten my hair. I left it in its curly self and got into the toyota. When I got to school there was a girl I have never seen before in my seat. “ Excuse me. Hi,” I said. “ My name is Makaila,” “ My name Isabella,” She said with a thick puerto rican accent. “ Ok. We sort of have assigned seats and you would be seating in mine,” “ Oh. I so sorry,” She said seating in the seat next to me . The bell indicating class has started rang. “ Class today we are going to learn about integrals,” Everyone groaned. The bell rang after 45 minutes of boring integrals. As I stood up I felt a tap on my shoulder. “ Hi. Will you help me find my next class.” Isabella said as she handed me her schedule. I saw we had the same schedule. “ What instrument do you play?” I asked noticing she also had orchestra. “ Cello,” She said. “ Cool I play the violin,” We started walking down the hall. I felt arms around my waist. “Hey,” I said turning to see Jason. “ Jason this is Isabella she is new,” “ Hola,” Jason said to Isabella in fluent spanish. “ Hola,” She said back. “ Como Estas? “ “ Bien. Y tu?” Jason said. “ Bien,” I just stood there like what the heck are they saying. “ So Isabella how do you like the school so far?” I asked. “ It is good. It is so big. Schools in puerto rico are not this big,” The one minute bell rang. Jason gave me a quick peck on the lips and went the other way. At the end of the day I grabbed my keys from my bag and started walking towards my car. As I was walking to my car there was the migraine again. I screamed and grabbed my hair. I dropped to my knees. I saw her at the window of my car. This time she was not alone . My parents were sitting next to her. I closed my eyes and reopened them. They were gone . Jason was next to me . Followed by Isabella, followed by the nurse. Jason helped me get up. Suddenly I noticed everyone was staring. “ Are you okay?” The nurse asked, “ What happened?” I took a deep breath. “ I don't know what happened. One minute I was walking to my car, the next I have this huge migraine,” The nurse indicated for me to follow her. “ Follow me,” She led me into her office . She indicated for me to sit down. I watched as she was typing something into her computer. She checked my blood pressure and my temperature . My bp was normal but, my temp was a little over 101. “ Looks like you have a fever,” She said. “ I am gonna have to call your uncle to come pick you up,” “ No. Thats okay. I can drive her,” Jason chimed in. “ What about my car,” “ Isabella will drive it,” I even forgot Isabella was in here . “ Yes. I will drive your car,” Isabella said. “ Okay It's settled then,” The nurse said picking up my printouts with medications to get. When we got outside I asked Isabella for my car keys. “ The nurse said Jason should drive you home,” she said. “ Well In my car,” She handed over the keys. I handed it to Jason. We waved bye to Isabella and promised that she would pick me up up in the morning. Jason and I got into the car. He started driving but he stopped at Mcdonalds. He pecked me on the lips and got out of the car and went around to open my door. So gentlemanly. We sat across from each other at a booth. “ What are we doing here,” I asked as we settled in. “ I know what happened was not because of a fever,” “ Okay. This is not the first time it happened,” “ What do you mean?” “ I was in the bathroom. The day I got back from the hospital. I had saw her in the mirror. I had this migraine, like the one I just got. I saw her in the car window this time,” “ Wow. I don't know what to say. What do you think it means?” “ I don't know. I have never experience this. But get this, I saw my parents with her this time,” I said. I felt hot tears coming down. Jason got up and put his arms around me . “ Hey. Its okay. Come on. I want to show you a place,” We went into my car and drove for what seems like an hour into a big high meadow. The snow was covering up a lot of the meadow. We got out of the car. “ This place is beautiful,” I said breaking the silence . “You could see the whole city here . Places like the town center and the museum of art. I have always wanted to go to an art museum. Learn visual arts,” “ We could go to the art museum. I can teach you how to draw and sketch thing,” “ We can. I could teach you violin if you want. You know what's weird?” “ What?” He asked. “ We have been together for more than three months and we don't even know each other's birthday,” “ Weird. Okay I will go first. Mine is in October. October 27th,” “ Happy belated birthday,” I said. We were in February now. “ Mine was November 1st,” “ Happy belated birthday too. How old are you?” “ You don't ask a lady her age but, I just turned 18 so I am technically a legal adult. How old are you? In both vampire and human years,” “ I am 22 in human years. I am 130 in vampire,” “ Why are you in highschool?” I asked. “ Because my parents wanted me to get a degree in college so I have to pass high school first,” “ Oh. You know we have to start applying for college soon. “ “ I figured. What school were you thinking of? I was thinking SUU. Southern Utah University,” “ Oh really? What does that have?” I asked. “ It has theatre, dance, performing arts, and spanish,’’ He shrugged ‘’ I’m not sure yet which college i'm going to,’’ ‘’ look at us we're talking about ‘school’ ‘ “ Do you always come here?” I asked. [mehr]

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Charles E.J. Moulton the haunted kingdom

Shadows of the Realm

Fantasy
Englisch
144389 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
4304
33

PROLOGUE: The blood brothers St. Lucifer and St. Michael are created out of one falling star. Lucifer cannot handle sharing his glory with eleven brethren and is excommunicated from heaven for playing creator. As revenge, he corrupts God’s first village and its original woman Rebecca, whose husband Joseph remains steadfast and faithful. God creates an alternate reality, but Lucifer infiltrates it with Rebecca’s reincarnation Lucinda as a good king’s exiled sister. BOOK ONE: 15th century King Alexander III of Prosperania returns home after a trip abroad to find his family quarreling, his country attacked. Preparing for an international alliance and for the wedding of his daughter Belinda to her Prince Steven, he is haunted by old enemies, Belinda finds comfort in love and religion. The wedding is a success, up until the last day of feasting, when the king’s exiled sister Lucinda returns, sent by Prosperania’s archrival King Adnicul I of Nocturnia. She curses the country with three plagues. Shaken, the newlyweds go on their honeymoon. Belinda returns pregnant. Their son Alfred is born. A stranger, Nomed Snekawa, enters the land and becomes a man for all seasons. To cure an epidemic, Nomed produces a herbal cure that puts the palace in a deep sleep on September 23rd 1425. Nomed is Lucinda and the palace is now cursed, becoming a sleeping beauty. BOOK TWO: When the court awakes, Nomed is gone. Savage war, perverse scandal, sickness and death then haunt the land, finally leaving Alexander alone and desperate as the only inhabitant in the haunted kingdom. But Belinda reappears, claiming that this world is Lucinda’s illusion to trap him and that the family members are all actually asleep, poisoned by Nomed and caught in hell in a time trap. Alexander’s mission is to track down his sister and kill her. Werewolves in an enchanted forest petrify him, challenging his sanity, but Belinda leads him to his three angels, who send him into The Dark Forest. There and in The Wasteland he endures demonic visions, but is protected by love. Meanwhile, King Adnicul has been betrayed and encaged by his master Lucifer, who has told him he was but a vehicle to tutor Lucinda. Adnicul’s dead servant Eric comes back to him as an angel and promises him eternal peace if he helps Alexander find his sister. Alexander is lead by his younger self to a forest tribe, who tutor him to become an magical warrior. His reward is St.Michael’s Sword. BOOK THREE: King Alex meets an old hermit that leads him to four evangelists down in a valley. They in turn lead him closer to finding his family. The last of the evangelists is St.Michael himself, who shows him Adnicul and asks him to team up with his former enemy in order to find peace. Strongly apprehensive and plagued by nightmares at first, he learns of Adnicul’s fate. He is a reincarnation of Lucifer’s first angel and wants to return to his tree in Eden. Together, they almost defeat a monster, but Adnicul is captured by the reawakened beast. Alexander is forced to go on without him. The third and most vicious demonic forest leads him to the Cave of Original Sin where he meets Lucinda, who tempts him with roman riches and sensual fame. Adnicul escapes the beast in order to help Alex and together they finally kill Lucinda. A race against time begins, taking them through the seven horrid levels of hell, only to find the trapped family hanging in cages above a lava tunnel where they chase away Lucifer. Adnicul finds his peace in Eden. The family returns to their own restored time and Alexander decides to erect a monument to the archangelic memory of his past. EPILOGUE: Alexander, sitting in front of the fire in his home, is visited by old long gone friends and dies happy, knowing he will see the other side content to have succeeded in his saving mission. [mehr]

Stichwörter: fantasy, magic, mystery

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Dr. Sonnet Mondal. Fusion Sonnets of 21st Century

21 Lines

Lyrik und Poesie
Englisch
1 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
456
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Sonnet 1 The white clouds, in black theme; Hidden daylight on the Eastern earth, For Great Poets a dreadful dearth, For the poetic vegetation to take birth ; The spotted moon shining upon its seam- Without vitality, fragile against the agile clouds, Heading towards it to spread the shroud, No star in the scenery, no men to cry aloud; Where’s the smile, where’s the gleam? Where’s the hope where’s the dream? The billows will fall as water vapours Upon the wish of the Lord! If not poetry will form itself in the dark- Fighting to shape its form. The white clouds in the black theme ; Perhaps the fault of the painter… Colors spreading toward the subject tower; A new shade to be brushed To save it from being crushed; Or a few drops upon the face with a pull on the edges will form- The spotted moon, shining upon its seam. Sonnet 2 Oh, Old, Bold, kingly building… You stand here for the fifteen decades of transition- So many changes in thoughts travelling through sensation- Of wars and treaties, cries and cremations; Oodles of the century in your stoic ceiling!!! Your eroded body with weathered paint- Must be turning you faint, Without a space to launch a complain, all constrained. Are you not bored standing here, then why are you smiling? I know you have whims; still why aren’t you appealing? The day isn’t far when the circulating air in your galleries- Will break open the blockage of the ministerial ears, And will force them to dress up with new color perhaps white- Then the parties and dances will kiss off your boredom. Oh, Old, Bold, kingly building… Are you not jaded with the age old architecture? No more does it winch your structure. The people residing have pinned loads of pegs in your skin – Haven’t your soul ever wanted to move out of this sin? Still from where do you gather the power to bear- Oodles of the century in your stoic ceiling!!! Sonnet 3 Hours of waste heaped beside your shores; Nature started you with the touch of purity perhaps from the hands of a priest, With glaciers creating you and flakes creating mist, Boulders standing on the way showing you fist; Still you flow, form and find inspite of the infected core. People say you to be life and still treat you as dustbin, Curtailing the ability of the moving fins- To move about, live or swim, Above is it layer of smoke and over you, the oil pores? When would men realize, actions will cause sores? The sores would rise above the skin to expose themselves; The children would scream in pain- Perhaps then the guys would realize And clear your feet and drop flower on you. Hours of waste heaped beside your shores; The human blood overburdened with sorrows, Showing the step of the fellows, Anxiety, grief abound in veins- Layering it the hidden pains… Scores of ups and downs in the course- Still you flow, form and find inspite of the infected core. Sonnet 4 The mother sat with hanging tongue, brooding over conscience; The puppies in their own world of Natural toys; above the cawing ravens, Bits of stones comprise their castle, their heaven… Stolen splendor, innocent appeal, thoughtless vitality – all woven; The platonic smell in mystic hairs within immortal science. The new-borns were lessened by one in number, The very next date, after the time of human supper, The mother seemed fresh, her stomach looked fatter; Was it her who did it in some shallow mines? You were the cause of production, then what led you break the charming rhymes? Must be to reduce an extra burden of – Or to cure someone off the circle of existence; Perhaps the soul will go to merge into the supreme soul- Or the hunger would never return again. The mother sat with hanging tongue, brooding over conscience; The burning heat had vaporized the saliva of the mother, The hanging skin of her belly had arose a blood hunger, That supplemented her crooked eyebrows towards a female child- And lured her towards becoming savage and wild. Perhaps crops and economy would improve and prepare you to conceive- The platonic smell in mystic hairs within immortal science. Sonnet 5 The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold, Inside them lies a separate world of wild limbs limping- And turned inert with torture and malfunctioning, Their bloody flesh exposed a slapdash attitude with distressed feeling. Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold. The fierce paws perhaps waiting for the head, One chance will kiss alive the daring dead! They are here cogently none of them are well fed. What makes them stay here for hours in heat and cold? What if God decides to move them to eternity from these nuts and bolts? The crowd is increasing with the number of days in earth’s calendar, Perchance some eyes would feel the ensuing death- And scream in protest, close the doors- To provide zeal to work and vigor to our pulse. The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold, The values disgraced and degraded in an ever-sinking trough- The well born meant to rule and the ill born destined to plough! The hunger forces them to spread their hands and bow their heads- Possibly one lord would see the angry eyes desiring to weave wreaths- And would start heaping red soil in the gulf of separation to change the world of- Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold. Sonnet 6 The signs of the past signaling them though the walls of the museum- Ancestral figures sleeping inside glasses; A nostalgic journey embedded inside multifaces; Moving in and out, the sorrowfully happy masses. The bridge which leads to our much coveted past’s stadium. The plaster over the stony bones undergoing depreciation, Unnoticed or willfully derelict till the boss comes for inspection. Most of the doors have been closed under the poster of renovation! When will the gates containing history open in open fluid medium? Is it also ordained to face the delaying court of law, in this millennium? Beside the central entrance, bamboos have been erected, The floor is dusty but to support the roof; The work has started, the contractors engaged, the workforce is on- Perhaps that could smell breathe into the sleeping statues. The signs of the past signaling them though the walls of the museum- Fated to be silent in reaction of the course of detrimental activities, Carried out by those still figures with cavities- They didn’t care to save their past- Then we are far better in saving them in any caste. We will still care without anger and act to preserve, The bridge which leads to our much coveted past’s stadium. Sonnet 7 The two sparrows fluttering feathers in the mud water- The summer heat outside raging over the northern tropic; The folded leaves, dozing crowns, piercing sunlight caught in the camera’s click. The shot captured the lifted tails, squashy feathers, twinkling eyes and the insect in the beaks. While the thirsty earth begs for some juice, nature seems to be interested only in its care. The camera turned to jail more of such scenery- The dusty structures all around surrounded by ironical greenery; No where a second such beauty; what a slavery! Have all other sparrows left the bower? Why didn’t the scene act as an inspirational shelter? Some rays have acted worse than the scorching sunlight! They must end soon, for more lovely views to be viewed; Or they will turn to iron falcons To take up the reign of survival. The two sparrows fluttering feathers in the mud water- Want of water all over the thirsty city, Still fumes are up over the trees; what a pity! The realization yet to be dawned and distributed- Or the living brains would turn to boiler heads; The water pumps of actions are being cleared to prevent the rule of insects- While the thirsty earth begs for some juice, nature seems to be interested only in its care. Sonnet 8 The shirts and pants hanging from the ropes crisscrossing the room- Perhaps they were washed today; the last drops still appear on the floor; They are yet not dry, held together by something in the core, One of them appears red, indicative drops, apart from those dropping from pores. Below the roof a new world has bloomed. Sleepy eyes, sinking figure, loose fingers upon different brands of wine and fusion, Hallucinations cutting towards flattering illusion, The smoke rising and curling up to create a new creation of destruction. Are they heading towards perfection in passion or ultimate doom? Have the labeled bottles perforated their body or they find happiness in gloom? Addiction will vanish in another six months- Vital forces of the drunk, will end in water- The dying whim of employment would turn them loyal; The compulsion to perform will certainly speak in favor of betterment. The shirts and pants hanging from the ropes crisscrossing the room- The yes failed to see those burning veins- Whither no blood but alcohol drains! Neither parents nor teachers interested for their survival- The sensed out bodies with the red color tearing through eyes-What a carnival? They will spin to ashes and then the renunciation will make the scholars utter as if- Below the roof a new world has bloomed. Sonnet 9 Peace all over the pitch black abode of the sleeping souls- A faint weep could be heard, mysterious yet sad- A half burnt man sat on his grave, over his head a tattered hat A symbol of his success that turned his enemies mad. Triumph or collapse both being part of life, harmony was packed into holes. His lament was for what he failed to complete- His annoyance was that he was competent to compete, Yet was shot dead before his works could reach the country fleet. Why did they tell then that ‘you aren’t applying for big goals’? And when he did why did they stole his discoveries and tear his brain’s poles? A figure rose from behind, awakened by his daily sobs- That world is a punishment, the graveyard is serene; You have worked a lot and now the Lord wants you to wait, Till those assassins finish their span and come here with no bed to sleep. Peace all over the pitch black abode of the sleeping souls- The moans of the dead specify his failure to satisfy himself- Even with huge money and innovations in his shelf, Still he didn’t wait but tried to run with wrong associations- That led to his untimely fall, and post death frustrations. Now, it’s the hour to realize the world’s way- Triumph or collapse both being part of life, harmony was packed into holes. Sonnet 10 The time has vanished when I used to rely upon my branches- I am now, just like a tree whose lithe boughs have congealed, Enduringly bent and rotten without the sap inside that have been sealed Somewhere else, for someone else’s to be filled. The provider of shade is now herself craving for calm benches. The yearning in psyche is still strong yet has lost poise, My opinion doesn’t matter anymore owing to my faint voice; I fear placing my words to prevent creating noise. Shall the doctors be able to cure me to early stages? Or shall I be forced to be like this for the rest of my ages? I will stay in this form, but will not groan in pain- When my children are enduring me, shall I not endure them? Let my branches fall and let me turn cripple, Till I have the verve in the nerves of my eyes, I must see them idyllic. The time has vanished when I used to rely upon my branches- Perhaps I have disused the forming element of my cadaver- This had left me like a brittle glass upon the soft bed cover; I have no clout to enjoy but smirk occasionally- When I see them laughing in joy, those who care me blissfully; Let this be my life now, contended with all I had over the years and forget that- The provider of shade is now herself craving for calm benches. Sonnet 11 Outside the lights are up, the grand fiesta of lights has stepped inside halls- But they have botched to skulk within me. My eyes are wide open to seize the brightness and feel the glee, Yet times and over it is murkiness and tedium, what it could see! The large bursts crashed against my ears, crackers burned in my eyeballs… Over two decades ago, it was the similar night, same as today Two kids at the doorsteps, behind them their father was about to join the play- I had evil commitment and my spiteful arm shot him to taste the clay… Is it my turn now to cart the heavy death’s shawl? Or should I wait for heavenly calls? The peccadillo I had adhered to blinks each moment, Let me spread my hands to be taken away by the handless, Let my only dwelling be temple! Let me wait before I sleep. Outside the lights are up, the grand fiesta of lights has stepped inside halls- I was a sincere murderer; I was bound by profession; The ferocious sounds have provided a base of my frustration; The reason may be my wobbly fingers and meager eyesight, That pulls me back, say me no and deter me from having my fight. Can those children without senses, with slaughtered father be my now…? The large bursts crashed against my ears, crackers burned in my eyeballs… Sonnet 12 Tension crawled and prevailed over the creepers in the mangrove and vineyard- The other day witnessed the death of the grasses; The army with spades and machines moving in masses, To trample upon herbs, chop down the mangrove without any traces. Nature is silent perhaps dumb to see the greenery turning to a grey graveyard! The land that swelled amongst leaves now presented waterless soil, As if the human race choked in a python coil; The huge figures were cut into pieces, loaded in trucks and the wastes were boiled. Was there none to choose barren yards? Now who will provide fruits of life and shelter to birds? The last one was left but covered by worms of hundred types- Their only home was left- not an inch without a group of them; The green hue emitted the color of industries- The spades dropped from the hands, now looked at the seeds, the basis of creation. Tension crawled and prevailed over the creepers in the mangrove and vineyard- Unwanted, undesirable minds moved their arms without perceiving thoughts- Depending upon the sales of those destroyed and the deceiving papers they got. The mute worms made them look into themselves and kindled thinking power- What if there’s neither rain nor the life sustaining showers! They will now take up their tools and dig the ground to cremate the notes, still Nature is silent perhaps dumb to see the greenery turning to a grey graveyard! Sonnet 13 The deformed woman, in her eightieth revolution round the sun, Like thin black rotten skin pasted upon a skeleton frame; She came out of the crowd and called out to blame, For the dirt were uncared by the juvenile bloods-a terrible shame! The gaze through the spectacles looked spectacular with the stick, as if preparing to run. With a broom in her hands she brushed the floor, Fifty men and women all standing without thinking to adore, No one humble enough to share with her before she pushes the dust out of the door. What she thinks of such person avoiding their turn? Or does she take it as her old-age fun? She is not worn out but looked most carefree still in her senescence – The servant suddenly arrived to fall to her feet and take the charge- Of cleaning, staring with surprise at the crowd who never knew- Who was combing the ground was a landlady. The deformed women, in her eightieth revolution round the sun, Sunburns and distortions in form were a result of her long service- For days to serve the people gathering at her office; This was years ago, but still now God has kept her strong- While travelling and cleaning places all along- The natives were dormant but now buoyant to take up charge of reformations while- The gaze through the spectacles looked spectacular with the stick, as if preparing to run. Sonnet 14 Falling heavily, the rains barred us from moving out- My thoughts boarded upon the boat of chimera and rowed to my land, Crossing the oceans to reach the shore where stands my dwelling of sand; My nostalgia played a mischief upon my beliefs with a magic wand. Waiting beside to see the waves pull down the structure setting laws of timeout. O Ocean Fluid you are perpetual flowing with the same pace, Then why are you so fervent to crack away my heart’s case? I endure the groaning pain which for the mankind absorb no place. Will it persist drizzling and create unanswerable doubts? Out should I move, prepare myself for a bout? By the time the showers will stop, may be all of a sudden, But the colorists will get some time to complete their work- To paint my home, and all along to paint my gloom; They must be working hard; the nature has lent his hand. Falling heavily, the rains barred us from moving out- Grueling me for my actions through its own measures, I was wrong to make someone cry for my own pleasure- To leave address and set up a new, But destiny desired failure for me amongst my crew. I hope Mother Nature indubitably will exonerate me or I will be- Waiting beside to see the waves pull down the structure setting laws of timeout. Sonnet 15 The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales- The first one with the policy of ‘to be for one is to be forever’; The second one with the principle ‘to love I belong never’; The third one with the words ‘to head towards love is a daring endeavor’; Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females. Spending a night with each will increase my awareness and compel, All of them were to be my lovers to compete swell, to lift me up from the baffling well, The second one came, she lost; the first one with a pre-relation, she too failed; The third one tried to be safe; wasn’t all swept in just a gale? Was this their commitment to lips or was there more for fake sales? The will power of women didn’t lie in words but they are like volatile chemicals, Touch and vanish without informing, sometimes leaving a trace- To fall into them is like digging deep in a well, Still I would experiment, if not the purity of words then the purity of pelt. The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales- Experimenting was just a filthy cause, lust lasted in heap, Unsatisfied with one that led to two and three and seep- The beauty beneath the blood; the feeling of ship in a storm, Perhaps I chose those girls changing their norms; I fell in love through yearn, but they seemed to scorn… Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females. Sonnet 15 The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales- The first one with the policy of ‘to be for one is to be forever’; The second one with the principle ‘to love I belong never’; The third one with the words ‘to head towards love is a daring endeavor’; Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females. Spending a night with each will increase my awareness and compel, All of them were to be my lovers to compete swell, to lift me up from the baffling well, The second one came, she lost; the first one with a pre-relation, she too failed; The third one tried to be safe; wasn’t all swept in just a gale? Was this their commitment to lips or was there more for fake sales? The will power of women didn’t lie in words but they are like volatile chemicals, Touch and vanish without informing, sometimes leaving a trace- To fall into them is like digging deep in a well, Still I would experiment, if not the purity of words then the purity of pelt. The girls came to me, each with the opinion of being diverse in their own tales- Experimenting was just a filthy cause, lust lasted in heap, Unsatisfied with one that led to two and three and seep- The beauty beneath the blood; the feeling of ship in a storm, Perhaps I chose those girls changing their norms; I fell in love through yearn, but they seemed to scorn… Confusion prevailed over my musing wits with those terse lines from the females. Sonnet 16 It was the autumn festivity, liberated joy marked by a day of desires- Desire for good shirts, good food, good friends, good journey- Amongst the sea of wishes, there’s some, infact too many – Glance at the season not as their means to toil but to earn money. The alluring ladies enjoying the victuals, while server is in frayed attire. Standing with his small child washing the crockery, the man behind the counter- Occasionally he looks at his son, wipes off his sweat and tries to work faster, While his son look at the merry-go-rounds; a vain dreamer. To one it’s everything, to another it’s nothing; isn’t it a satire? Will they earn enough capital to leap out from the poverty fire? They are avoiding outlay, being ambitious towards some aim, To stop the customary conditions in the rich and poor- They want brotherhood, we too- But the self-seeking people, let them value labor now. It was the autumn festivity, liberated joy marked by a day of desires- A freefalling object lightened the sky premises- The mesmerizing night had made so truthful promises; The astronauts too sighted the object and tried to track it, Who should it belong; it fell to one of the hunger stricken feet; The world has watched this through technology, no one to do injustice yet- The alluring ladies enjoying the victuals, while server is in frayed attire. Sonnet 17 Sometimes the sizzling sun, sometimes the blinding rain in the muddy plot, Thwart my lazy veins to depart for daily classes, But my poetic psyche begins its research ogling through the glasses- Not at youthful lasses but at the blissful Sun, White sky, and growing grasses. The Sun and Moon in their reverse course performing their duty to capture snapshots. So many four years have passed; I will also go by- The hazy metaphors of these days, some prominent yet among them, will surely make me cry; I will earn a lot but will these things available for me to buy? Where does the past passes and clot? Is our sorrowful mind only facet of elucidation that we have got? Lords must have fixed the sky to register and clouds as informer, Wherever we go, leaving our land, to foster peace in our life, Thinking or forgetting our times of yore to which we covet to come back some day, The chronicle will keep on working; we’ll posses the criterion to see them. Sometimes the sizzling sun, sometimes the blinding rain in the muddy plot, If I went to class I couldn’t have travelled to the billow, May be I have a different world like all others; yet I reside in a hollow- Memories and mirrors, reflect a melancholic song when viewed closely, We have our closed fingers yet outlets are many through which they escape simply; Nature like a King fixes work for its subjects and has his own cameras with which- The Sun and Moon in their reverse course performing their duty to capture snapshots. Sonnet 18 The passing days enhance my loneliness, among pen and papers; I talk to the two lizards- Who too try to hide apart- To escape from the smell of my unwashed body and dirty shirt. I long for someone of any gender, somebody of any culture. The door bell rang; she came inside my room- A fairy out of nowhere, kissed away my gloom! Time went by; she came closer, still I refused to turn myself to a bridegroom. What do I want; to be like the solitary reaper? Why my feelings wished a companion when I preferred tear? I was barmy from within who failed to know his fancy; Let me talk to the walls and books, I love that more than speaking to robots; They will listen all my words without protest. The passing days enhance my loneliness, among pen and papers; God should not have created me at least, Let me now turn to a theist, I may have challenged him- To spend my life without fulfilling whims- I now think of growing stronger, let me desire none yet, I long for someone of any gender, somebody of any culture. Sonnet 19 With the toughness in figure, sanctity in intellect, clarity acquired over the days- He stood on one leg as the a stilted log, adamant in deep meditation, Without food for a hundred days in the same condition; Below his feet, woods have been stacked; a fire-stick has been ignited under stipulation. The hermit stood upon the fire; unshaken by the blaze! The day before the sage stated himself to be sacrificed in the fire of purity, For the sake of peace and principles among degrading humanity; No administrator took a step, though all gathered from the city. Couldn’t the sage utilize his divine powers for civilizing the phase? Couldn’t those idiots stop this or they wanted more of such plays? May be some godly influence paralyzed the people and policemen, Leaving their eyes to watch, Conceivably this was to make them see the naked truth all around, To make them act, for benevolence and be strict with rules. With the toughness in figure, sanctity in intellect, clarity acquired over the days- The religious norms yet not done away, we still wear them as gowns; As the saint burnt without movement, his parts fell down. The scene should have caused a shockwave But all bowed with joined hands, fell to their knees but none dared to save. Today I realize rationality has lost in religions, which forced the bold people stand as- The hermit stood upon the fire; unshaken by the blaze! Sonnet 20 The greatest Epic of all times had so much to teach, though followers are fewer; The plight of women indicated though the pages of Mahabharata, ‘Panchali’ born in the lap of King Dhrupad; in the kingly strata; A princess for whom gold was like water; coins could be treated as excreta. She sat upon barbs, in spite of her glorious image and backing power. She longed and dreamed of Arjuna but got four of the brothers along, She didn’t complain; but which woman would act so strong- When the evil hands fell on her clothing while her husbands sat in the throng! How strong was the deal that the dignity of a woman fell lesser? Just a game of dice; does it suit to the princely ears? The squashing of a princess occurred in a time when God had incarnated, Then are we not better at present? At least the laws are… Or the epic ought to be an indication to future scenarios, Written by some wise man from his vision. The greatest Epic of all times had so much to teach, though followers are fewer; ‘Panchali’ perhaps tried to be teacher of the women cult- This made her endure so many curses and insult; Made her a women of respect but after centuries – Still how many think of these and her glories? Perhaps the wise man would take steps now, to spread the message of the lady who- She sat upon barbs, in spite of her glorious image and backing power. Sonnet 21 I called upon platonic love upon knowing you; I proposed you first then persuaded you to conceive spirituality- The night assisted with its serenity and tranquility, Of romantic breeze carrying the smell of concealed beauty. I was mad in passion or mad in illusion, upon the reflection from the dews. She spoke, perhaps the nature had dawned similar effects at her place- It seemed we were familiar from toes to face, We roamed in heaven; she blushed, my eyes glazed. What if a strong wind blew? Will I not be brought back to those dozing few? I had my wife yet she was like an obligatory being, The poetess for whom my poetry will flow, Beyond the wildest imaginings and thoughts- Inviting readers from the superficial world. I called upon platonic love upon knowing you; Nasty eyes looking at the figure formed by brain, Like a tree I fall upon your breasts; now to give pain- My carnal desire of lust you have to fulfill, Let me pour the immortal juice in you without any appeal. My hunger is satisfied now, the sun has risen- I was mad in passion or mad in illusion, upon the reflection from the dews. Sonnet 22 I thought myself to be the central spark of a diamond, a rationalist; But never realized to be centre of pastime for the hackers of heart, I was brave and bold but now I dare not act smart, For I have been deceived detrimentally mingling me with dirt. I have exchanged blows but they are too many, the modernists. Was I really suited for a scornful behavior laid upon my core? By those who call themselves intellectuals of the shore; They want us to butter them, or else burn the core. Why don’t they bear us with their list? Why do they act as the arrogant, ancient priests? Perhaps fear, the only reason of dumping the good, They know us to be better, suitable for the age- Yet enforce rules, but how long will they succeed? Time is now ripe for them to leave poetry and join politics. I thought myself to be the central spark of a diamond, a rationalist; The old fashion might not match the present period; much less to share- But the philosophy does, the style too if nurtured with care. Respect arising from foolishness will now turn to disdain them- Uncover their functional courtesy, rip of their wallet of fame. But shall I be alone again to protest? I have exchanged blows but they are too many, the modernists. Sonnet 23 The Bamboo framework was being put up for the fest; Freedom was blowing like soft breeze though the branches of a ‘Gulmohar’, While the workers worked as red ants before the ensuing winter, The sky seemed to bop and bloom with white cotton flowers; The frame made of the bare bones of a tree that couldn’t protest. Waiting hearts would be so glad to see the completion, Four days of delight, with desires to show up oneself; nothing but infatuation- Towards neglecting the dark days of decimation. Do we love to adhere to wastage of time and neglect the test? Or are we machines limited to our capability of taking rest? Perhaps some think that the population of flora has increased, And some seek to derive delight from shortcuts deserting the fact. Whatever may be, the bustle is just like crackers- After they are fatigued, we are back again on our toes. The Bamboo framework was being put up for the fest; The following day would bring new apparel, Noise from the performers and beggars would run parallel; Just a sputter of hope in a petite fraction of time, In a tasteless water sugar and lime; Cherishing them would help us, or we all will be like- The frame made of the bare bones of a tree that couldn’t protest. Sonnet 24 My first night of gig; I was presented as an elocutionist for poetry recitation; Days of hard work must turn fruits of success in fame, Of understanding verse to make others do the same. I was primed, yet it was the first instant; I didn’t realize it to be a game. I never knew if, for my voice, my image to be set into aberration. The culture of city was great sitting in its historical chair, As I stepped into the stage, the lights were off, what a fear! Lights in front were off, I finished my lexis, but no but no claps rang in the ears. Didn’t my tone overflowing with feelings create any sensation? Should I have refrained from appearing in shows; should I have been down in frustration? Look at me today, thousands fight for tickets, I shall not deprive them of their wish, for any revenge; But shall smile while I perform, those day are over, Left for stories while appearing in interviews. My first night of gig; I was presented as an elocutionist for poetry recitation; I was dire at reciting the lines, I feel at present, The lights were off perhaps to encourage this peasant, I cried outside; the feelings in it were more than the poetry I said, A memory that is still waiting to fade. Like the knife, I go sharper each time my lips shudder, but days ago- I never knew if, for my voice, my image to be set into aberration. Sonnet 25 We two brothers brought up in the same cradle of care; Separation was not meant for us; Hand in hand even in tightest mass, For we were the seeds of the same grass. The love was intended for a short time- I was left bare. I wore a coat given by my mother, A bracelet from my father, Those were the only gifts in these long twenty years. Did they prefer one than a pair? Are brothers not meant to share? I was possibly one hour older, I guess- I had to bear for the younger one, People knew me more than him, Perhaps they wanted both to be blessed equally. We two brothers brought up in the same cradle of care; My wits are confusing me in my own thoughts, For the job I have done and adore he has got; I see no tension in his eyebrows, While my forehead and figure shows, The anxiety of being adopted; no place for tears, I should be grateful though- The love was intended for a short time- I was left bare. Sonnet 26 The train moved calmly, as the slayer wheels proceeded for a crime... I was on another track, waiting for that to pass, It was amusement watching the movement, like the rounds of compass- Upon it travelling thousand people of a hundred class. The mail, a minister, with its subjects on both sides, but none upon the lines! The wailings of my mother, slapped me twice, For the joy I tried to receive from that who had cut my brother into taciturn slice, A mean of transport, inevitably strong, yet criminal in disguise- Was I paying for the butcher’s shine? He committed suicide; where lies the fault of mine? We felt sorrow, perhaps due to the loss of an essential life! Covered by magic and everyday findings, No scope for exceeding grief, or I will be the cause of another as such; He was liable for what he did in his senses; why should I shake! The train moved calmly, as the slayer wheels proceeded for a crime... A dog was barking in tremendous restlessness-index of concern, For below the massive engine, was one of his son - For a moment he was seen, the next his flesh was carried away, The mother looked at her other brood, and took them to play. A striking similarity and a possible solution upon the dubious kindness of The mail, a minister, with its subjects on both sides, but none upon the lines! Sonnet 27 The hospital looked overburdened with patients, a place to shed tears of sorrow; A little child with broken leg passed by, An old man whose veins seem to turn dry; Sleepers spreading infectious dust against the warning board which seems to be a lie. The jail teaching humanity, through the art to lend and borrow... In a place where one wants nothing but support, Though the hours of patience; as if the people bored- In a ship trembling upon life-taking waters to reach the port. If this is present, what is waiting for tomorrow? The healers breaking beliefs; will they prolong hiding in burrows? The natural medicine will enhance to accrue, And ignite the germs within; While the science of yoga establishing strong, Weaving to cure the ill-treated. The hospital looked overburdened with patients, a place to shed tears of sorrow; The young boy, like an official during day and lamp at night – Striving to cure his father- a damaged body creating fright. That made his studies a bud in a plant full of roses, Still to bloom, till his father wins over the daily doses. Oh! If we were tough before proceeding in- The jail teaching humanity, through the art to lend and borrow... Sonnet 28 I wasn’t any versifier; you were, among the few; Your philosophical ride wasn’t truthful, Taking me as a loving fool; Look, your gifted floras have twisted into plastic tools. I searched your awarded creation to have a first sincere view. What is it? My muse questioned me times and again- I had thought of penning but it has all gone into vain- The themes that were mine thrilled him with fame. Why did I share with you the story of my dead son Andrew? Why have you committed theft even from my stored dews? I am your inspiration; my sad heart feels proud, You had words to trim them; stud them with jewels. What an expert observer and listener you were! I fall to your knees, here lies your greatness. I wasn’t any versifier; you were, among the few; You were in the front greatness was behind- The cause beheaded and then reflected in your canto of typical kinds... As I bent like a bow, you appeared with a glow, To take me by a rope and pierce me with a glint of an arrow- Never did you try, but your action meant studying me; I knew as... I searched your awarded creation to have a first sincere view. Sonnet 29 The landscape that my imaginations drew upon the canvass of joy, philosophically, Made me travel as far as the chariot of my mind took me to- Feel the unfelt before being touched by the blue, Lost to find a new world, to examine if it was true! All the while reality was becoming blurred; smiling maliciously. I had no feet neither weight, Before a pond in which lilies have been drawn like plate- A man on the other shore, handless, giggling upon fate. Whose fate- mine or his, seemed deadly? Has he read or foreseen some ensuing fury heading furiously? The man must be another dreamer- Painting upon something aesthetic, unreal, unwanted! An escapist, let not be so- The warning is turning red; let me sprinkle water upon my face. The landscape that my imaginations drew upon the canvass of joy, philosophically, Was for few hours of night- The day wasn’t so bright, it demanded fight; The man must be an incarnation- Showing his hand lost to crocodiles in motion. The water lilies like traps towards the end, I have now realized- All the while reality was becoming blurred; smiling maliciously. Sonnet 30 The tapering of feet was heard as I waited below the bridge; The place hasn’t changed, but none seems to be bothered, To see the new encroachments revolutionizing their lives, providing a machine guard. I waited with bags of questions for my parents who must be still old colored. They should see me and think of covering the gravel of peach... Another hour marked no special entrance, My dad as if marked by marker; my joy enhanced- For my mother, another eye was waiting for a glance. Where’s the connection to my ridge? Was I wrong in replacing my inventory cartridge? It had been so many days that I had waited and they too, To see each other but she wasn’t there; Brimming watery observation now thought, Whether there was any need to change; perspective rules. The tapering of feet was heard as I waited below the bridge; I was born, perhaps for this day- To learn that grief lies veiled behind being gay; Stumbling into truth, I removed the curtain- My face tuned red, to see hell in certain. I fell to my father’s chest, he told- I’m still living; my heart still gave a statement- They should see me and think of covering the gravel of peach... Sonnet 31 A flower that sprinkled drops upon my cursed face; Spreading binding variety like a television program, Like trumpets of victory upon wooden drums- Love accumulating in unbreakable lumps. Let me smile, the time is ripe, of fruits and grace. I screamed for her, the tall buildings broke my echoes, I began moving my feet, the soil warned my toes; She blinked through her waving hairs, but no care did it show. Did her stem demand a stronger base? Did she think me to be a toy in her showcase? For some wayward moment, I thought her to be mine, I wasn’t wrong, she too was not, The gap betrayed us, yet left memories in the sediments, Of gone days, to make us wink remembering cries A flower that sprinkled drops upon my cursed face; She had hr her dearer for being older, I couldn’t leave impressions upon her style, I being newer; I succeeded in tying a thread connecting our life- This was cut by her sharp tongue that acted as a knife. Sadness molded by joy of forgetfulness; Let me smile, the time is ripe, of fruits and grace. Sonnet 32 The bucket flooded with the rain water dropping from the roof hole- Swelling water raged in the river; A flickering lamp quivering at the corner, While the four members shared two breads with no drinking water. The hunger was overpowered by the rising death toll. The wires of communication by the flowing devil fate; They didn’t cry to save vitality, as the water touched the gates, In no time the flooded bucket was floating beside a piece of bread in the plate. Was it due to the bending of earth’s poles? Or was the wrath, each moment going out of control? The jammed silt are now being removed, Helicopters spreading food, insufficient yet appreciable- The anger of the river will calm down soon, To provide grains with its kindness. The bucket flooded with the rain water dropping from the roof hole- The palpitating mothers beside her motionless child, Restlessness in her turning mild; Like a life containing egg, broken without protest- The people and cattle stopped their breathe, the birds without nests. The giant will feel sad now and try to make amendments for the day when, The hunger was overpowered by the rising death toll. Sonnet 33 Neglecting the arts how far do you artists intend to proceed with virtual humanity! When you are called to inspire the falling youth with ethics- You say you are incompetent showing your competence beside politics! Sometimes blaming even the new creative tricks. We grew up with your stories; hereby we respect your creativity. You were bold enough to stand up against odds, But never to nurture a pod, Of talent left for the mercy of God. Do you fear healthy competitions filled with purity? Or do you still crave for self popularity? While thinking of this I saw some policemen, I was pushed into a hypothetical place of gunshots, One of them pierced my arm, my wife coming down towards me- Was shot dead; perhaps you were right. Neglecting the arts how far do you artists intend to proceed with virtual humanity! We know you all as authors, not as social workers; When you don’t write, that makes me suffer. When we asked you for guidance in confrontation, You said the decades are now for self formation. We witnessed an execution, which confused us; if art was for service... We grew up with your stories; hereby we respect your creativity. Sonnet 34 The red radiance upon the distant tower was no more- The cold season that left a pockmark upon my face pulled me in its cart. I visualized the day when my regret knew no bounds in ceaseless flirts- Signified by vexing tears from a torn heart. Faithfulness betrayed by prettiness in a forsaken sea with no shore. Her lotus breasts and nectar crammed lips- Aroused in me the desire to take a sip, And immortalize my romanticism; long and deep. Was it necessary for my destiny to carry me to her door? What was the women attraction that I urged to adore? My physique needed satisfaction, With nearing creation in any form, But love took birth within the want- This perhaps encouraged me to choose another after her. The red radiance upon the distant tower was no more- We crept into each other like creepers, She hided her thorns-the blood suckers; Blood flowed through the saline waters wetting the eyebrows, Leaving me half baked in half baked world of sorrows. Today I stand; I have strength of another lady to save me from- Faithfulness betrayed by prettiness in a forsaken sea with no shore. Sonnet 35 The flighty Daisies winked and shook in the cold weather- Pending works to be finished, The oneness to be relished, Upon the branches brought together; revered like a fetich; They wanted to be released from being torn, to live together forever. The petals closed, then opened to look straight; The wind stopped; the stillness looked great, A sudden gale scattered the pollen, even upon the leaflets. Shall they be alone to live together? Or will they wait in some posy to share the death beauty with others? Their span is short, as hours for us- Is to help them grow and kill them, Yet that keeps their honor- Perhaps this is their pride. The flighty Daisies winked and shook in the cold weather- Like the girl and boy of same cast; Still like a handshake in the background of an atomic blast, Pulling them apart without reason, A cold war undergoing fission. They won’t curse those hearts, but will wish goodwill from them… They wanted to be released from being torn, to live together forever. Sonnet 36 I have saved a tear in my pocket, As a testimony of the injustice inflicted and imposed- Upon me, spitting upon my candor that closed, The honest reflection of which I could boast. No one in this place except a spider web with a hanging cricket. I don’t think about the food, infected by insects- But the wrongful acts and oily tongue infects Me with the plague of incurable prospects. What that puts my brain to receive shocks from the electric socket? When will I see the freedom facet? Thank you judge for releasing me from death sentence, But you should have done that- For I am free now to take guns, To save the convicts from illogical orders. I have saved a tear in my pocket, To show the physically challenged class- The blinds, deaf, lames, as they pass Me to be surprised, while they see their unrevealed cruel reflection, To be jailed in their own spotted complexion. And I will be free, though old but now… No one in this place except a spider web with a hanging cricket. Sonnet 37 The crystal gave a thousand shines as if thousand smiles- Inside the glass case, Greedy guys looking with wonder; one reflecting face Ready to entertain the cost but ‘Not for Sale’ written at the base! Unseen beside the door, the gateman thinking about his domicile. Saluting the gentlemen and ladies he stands from morning- Controlling his boldness to look at the gathering, Masses who have enough, but being deterred from buying. Is he meant to sign only the attendance files? What prevents him from being mentally agile? He must have been bored, Or he talks to the diamond while closing the gates; They must be having some secret pacts, While they laugh at night. The crystal gave a thousand shines as if thousand smiles- The real was stolen; the present substitutes the past, may be wrongfully; A human creation too attracts blissfully! The cost has been removed as it doesn’t cost much- Perhaps this magnetizes the rich crowds as such. The real cost would have scorned it; the idea possibly is from someone… Unseen beside the door- the gateman, thinking about his domicile. Sonnet 38 The dawn was greeted by me amidst heartfelt song of birds; My hairs as if brushed by invisible hands- The disturbance still to blow the sands- In this capillary of the forest land. I was walking towards the village to wake her up and take her away from the guards- Suddenly, tension in affection flared, as it prevails- Supplemented by the cries of the foxes, like sharp bells, As if biting sharks attacking sails. Should I have started the journey afterwards? Should I have run through the yards? The friends of nature wanted me to be fast, To obtain spring out of summer, To foster peace in the world of turmoil- At least in me in the forest area. The dawn was greeted by me amidst heartfelt song of birds; The dogs barked, as I passed, without cause- As it seemed to me while moving without pause; My love must be dreaming of me, I felt restlessness within- Neither policeman nor cadres, neither leader nor Maoist, I’m none in the political bin. I care not, you bark, you will you will know when I bring her; I thought while… I was walking towards the village to wake her up and take her away from the guards- Sonnet 39 Devotees fell straight upon the marble floor to call upon the Almighty, Few people knew it to be a temple, a worshiping site, That looked like a five star hotel from outside! Turning away the willing people, who are befuddled by the bright light. The gray color of religion seems to cream out here; a lost identity! The men entering with their hands up, as if to dance- To show themselves and give attendance And then stand close to the idols to have a longer glance. Do they have reverence to lie on the uneven floor, unmaintained and dirty? Does polish of the walls decide sanctity? At least the genteel floors do well for the urbane class; At least it makes them feel existence, even a bit, To thwart misery in the winter of life And while remembering crimes. Devotees fell straight upon the marble floor to call upon the Almighty, Comforts crossing limits while praying, To get God, so easy a way existing! In the very town of heat and sweat, Perchance the root is the bequest behind the gates. Whether it is honest I know not, I too cheer, but- The gray color of religion seems to cream out here; a lost identity! Sonnet 40 The three friends gossiping beside the shores of the big Ganges River, So many ships, so many businesses, so many lives upon it, Clear calm waters yet mysterious in every bit To fulfill the black and white needs. Through the blue color, a red hue could be seen at the centre. The living world floats above while the dead below the surface; Cruel intensions behind a graceful face, Lucid from the floating necklace. Are you that whom we worship for triumph in endeavors? You are vast we know, is it obligatory to depict your power? Instructed by the omniscient to kill the sinful people, To purify their souls, You must be working hard- In spite of tears over-feeding you. The three friends gossiping beside the shores of the big Ganges River, Recalling their friend’s body being pulled up, a year ago- With the same river that seems to overflow with ego; The parents blamed them, who were like their sons! While the shrill laugh sounded like firing guns. Maybe he wanted to die, he was helped… Through the blue color, a red hue could be seen at the centre. Sonnet 41 Centuries of creation instills creativity in me, to think and act along- Boldness through the saved pages of history, Mind and soul joining hands to decipher mystery- Prevailing as a result of downfall of readers in each country. Readers preferring ease in literature, as if preferring drums than lyrics in songs. Unreformed writers’ society coming up with daily workshops, Of gossips devoid of heritage and creative crops- To turn in films of fantasy; what a flop! Should I bring in the renaissance spitting on the wrong? Should I not learn to create being formally strong? Let my birth be for you, oh literature and loving men- Let me refrain from copying but receive inspiration; The heaven shower blessings upon my pen, give in ink- So that it can form the cascade of creation. Centuries of creation instills creativity in me, to think and act along- Perhaps the founders were egocentric to dedicate them to one- Yet they were meant for all underneath the Sun; As the manuscripts were like the notes of music, To be molded into any rhythm to heal even the sick. Revive, restore, recreate, and then form a formation of my name for… Readers preferring ease in literature, as if preferring drums than lyrics in songs. Sonnet 42 While standing below the tree shade- Destroyed in lightning, The grasshoppers were heard singing, The mind was out of trade, away from any dealing. The fever of sleep has gripped the forehead. My legs and arms were paralyzed, With a disease in disguise; A beggar dying for want of rice. How is this startling world made? What’s the need of creation without ensuring food and bed? I sank to the ground, A rain drop wetted my eyelids, Lifted me up to look at my utensil- Some coins have gathered there! While standing below the tree shade- Pockets were seen hanging with coins and notes; They are for make ups and coats. The disease of neglect is a cancer, The doctors seem to promote it further. Lift me up men or mature will push me into the grave- The fever of sleep has gripped the forehead. Sonnet 43 The cell vibrated twice- Like while arrival of any other message; The sender knew I was engaged, Still made up sit upon a sharp wedge. Best friend or lover, or lover turned best friend- it was dice. Confusion gave rise to dilemmatic thoughts, While nice feelings were being caught, And stored in a lot. Was my love now suitable for a tag price? Did I think pastime and passion to be nice? Save me, my turmoil is turning into fire, To burn me and give me pain; I must be direct now- To save myself for my love. The cell vibrated twice- I realized that I liked him, For my present had least concern for my whims; Yet I can’t be witch- To seep blood of care like a leech. Let me suffer, it will revive me; Still attitude makes me think- Best friend or lover, or lover turned best friend- it was dice. Sonnet 44 ‘Come on’, I said, ‘the dawn is calling’- Through the softness in breeze and coldness in atmosphere, Let us walk to the bridge very near To our house; where life can be felt through water fear. His ears being deaf in laziness, the eyes preferred sleeping. I was alone; I wondered why! The roads those shines in everyday dew has turned wry- I feel so sad; the dryness made me cry. Why the nicest part of the day is dozing? Should I wait in the woods or move to my housing? Let me walk ahead- To see the magician performing hypnotism Upon the trees and vapors, And have a try to wake it up. ‘Come on’, I said, ‘the dawn is calling’- I sighted a dead sparrow on my way- And a man beside lying dead in clay. All pedestrians were there but the bird which was still alive- Was left to leave its life- My friend was right; perhaps dreams have warned him- His ears being deaf in laziness, the eyes preferred sleeping. Sonnet 45 The smoke curled up from the ashes- Of my two brothers and sister; Innocent victims trapped in a civil war, Was now focused in the media center. The judges were either unknown or temporary in such cases. I broke my skull hitting against the stone, The house that echoed in laughs is now alone; Anger from the smoke accruing in bones. Will you now blame me countrymen for wearing Maoist dresses? Shall I not breathe revenge at all places? I will save the rest; I will take arms for the cause- To shoot out the curtains That covers the naked truth. The smoke curled up from the ashes- My beloveds were going up in a chariot,- I could see them happy leaving the earthly lots. I couldn’t cry but was taken to stillness- The sight injected an incurable illness… If I wait, more of such chariots would leave the land as- The judges were either unknown or temporary in such cases. Sonnet 46 The newspapers cornered in the room- Once lured us into them, While sipping coffee, before going for games; Sources of knowledge from companies liable for blame. News those were stories are transformed now into news yet to bloom. Money makes articles, wine impresses reporters, The scientists are neglected, the cameras upon gangsters! Even they are two teams holding political bars. Doesn’t it seem to be a gloom? Does it pronounce an ensuing doom? I still prefer old papers, But time won’t allow me. Yes a new paper is in demand- To be published with honesty; let me start it. The newspapers cornered in the room- The rulers would kill their rivals, Stopping the flow of finance at all levels. They are not prepared for greatness, But for a secured life without busyness. I can work out, there is still a willing mass; they have realized- News those were stories are transformed now into news yet to bloom. Sonnet 47 The Sun peeped through the banyan branches- At the glasshouse where the stone hearted Board of environmentalists have headed, To find out the cause as why the plants in an area have been beheaded. The director was himself peddling herbs growing in inches. He has authored books about greenery, Yet actions spoil the scenery- Of your genius and pull you to the level of primary. Don’t you feel warning pinches? Is it you or the chair- whose values have been buried in beaches? One of them looked- And placed a concept of a new plant community. What a relief that papers were signed- Which too were on our skin; we will have a family now. The Sun peeped through the banyan branches- As if the sun has come down to help the slaughtered woods! Through its reflections upon the spectacles to perform some good; To pour energy in the old bones- And make them remember their loans They had soaked for years; the interest was due too while- The director was himself peddling herbs growing in inches. Sonnet 48 The eagle swooped down- The small rabbits recently born, May be in some morn, A week before was now out in the lawn. The danger was coming down in a black gown. The jungle rules had driven the mother away- Though she must be on her away, To look at the sky, too see her son disappearing as prey. What are these rules to turn blood from red to brown? Who is maintaining these, who is wearing the crown? None but rules for survival; The food being less- The remaining kids were benefitted; A perfect balance moving in a pace. The eagle swooped down- The mother rabbit preferred one to die- For the other to live in the weather that was dry; The eaglets must be starving too – For them some food was brought into. The birth of one of the sacrificed must be meant for this; and fixed when- The danger was coming down in a black gown. Sonnet 49 Beside the costliest restaurant of the city- At about hot midday, The dusty hands working in clay, Picked up a fist of boiled rice to carry on his stay. As a human he ate once in a rotation; what a captivity! A waiter came outside and threw chicken legs; Inside, sounds were heard of glasses and pegs- An airplane flew over; he saw it but held his broken keg. Has the flame of thoughts extinguished from his body? Has his mind been plastered with cements and bricks of pity? A lotto ticket could be see beside, That shows hope; He still has ambition, Luck will guide him. Beside the costliest restaurant of the city- A car raced beside- No jolly but more dust accumulated by his side; His shirt was dirtier, So he was unmoved, still fascinated by the car. He had neglected jobs before, now- As a human, he ate once in a rotation; what a captivity! Sonnet 50 The university roads and lanes- Witnessing degrees for one and a half hundred years; It hasn’t seen one without tears, Brought by work, exam or love losing fear. The rare exception was the boy with a bag with a smile insane! Confidence bubbling out through laughs and giggles Sorrowless lives persist in no lifelong tales; They are not born but penetrate; he as if has shells. Is it deliberate that a boy taking life truly as a game? What’s his cult, what’s his name? Upon the breasts of psychology he replies- Laughing all the while Has failed to teach him what happiness is, These laughs are his sorrow… The university roads and lanes- Cursed a boy to be happy forever, In success and failures and in all endeavors. The odd one out is never favorite; to be adored, With his smile he was bored. The rest enjoyed being happy winning over the odd time- The rare exception was the boy with a bag with a smile insane! Sonnet 51 Tearing roots, which stem dares to float in the sky! Fear has grasped their hearts- The videos of the bloodshot shirts, Laid down in media pages of dead bodies carried in carts. They prefer bathing in dew than blood; they prefer smile to sigh. They have seen daring men- With farsighted and wise ken, But have sighted the same turning lame. Why is the ambition being curbed with the fear to die? What souls are these preferring fruits without cry? The invention and innovations Must be going on; though hidden; Waiting for the perfect ruler- To patronize those… Tearing roots, which stem dares to float in the sky! The creativity has become dumb- In response to overwhelming luxuries under the sun. The feet are too clean to be placed upon the floor, But the heart is uncombed even more. The sadly ended biographies may have to carry the responsibility Sonnet 52 The drunken river of Amazon, Flowing in a zig zag way, With often hunters becoming prey; Night prevailing even during the creamy day. She knows her destination, no matter hills or lawns. Away from its consciousness, It prefers bitterness- To see brutal hunts in wilderness. You will not change; is this you pawn? Do you want more bottles in your million ponds? Exceptions are no exception, She is one among the Nile, Ganges or Mississippi; The reason why the jungle has been allotted to her, May be as a punishment of her mind-set. The drunken river of Amazon, Turned greedy of blood wine, As of the deaths, without any sign. She had a bunch of slayer pets as captives, Of deadly reptiles and aquatic lives. She has being jailed among glaciers and oceans, and now- She knows her destination, no matter hills or lawns. Sonnet 53 Mother you just leave me starving with five grains of rice, I cry yet you frown, I wipe off the salty waters and bow down, For I do nothing in the town. I would like to be small to be well fed, as small as lice. To reduce my stomach, my hunger- Hunger that arises out of blunder, Not of me, but of the wicked employer. How long we will be treated as mice? When will we be given the break to rise? I will store my energy in every bit, Of the fat in my body; And wait, to see at least my children- Sitting in chair with an elite meal. Mother you just leave me starving with five grains of rice, I will have half life with these, I demand the worst grown rice not cheese. I will turn to be a robber now, Don’t blame me anyhow. The robbers sit in thrones, he happy or I would like to be small to be well fed, as small as lice. Sonnet 54 I am afraid to open your diary; Once a decade ago I did, It killed the seed Of my existence, tearing me in bits. The day I thought of hating you hating you Mary. Your son was lazy; I was active even when the world was dozy. I think this is why you were crazy. Thinking of him or me did you turn weary? Didn’t you plan for my marriage in a hurry? People are not granted of their every wish, I too was a bad wish for you. Yet I like serving you- As I am of your gender mother. I am afraid to open your diary; I do not like to be weak, With a cause that I know to be bleak. You ancestors are responsible; and you too For neglecting sandals and preferring shoes. I will be an exception; I had pledge to my conscience on The day I thought of hating you hating you Mary. Sonnet 55 Don’t you haunt me anymore! I have ran enough with the pen, Still you are not within my ken- Dulling my memory lane. I know you exist but prefer to hide in wit’s shore. Days ago I had almost caught you in the book fair, But the people I asked turned to be liars, The illiterate buyers. Do you want me to be bored? I want to see you, Have to gather some lore? I will catch you in your game, By developing the power to light the shadows- Under which you hide. My pen is moving faster, be ready. Don’t you haunt me anymore! The days left are less, To leave this mortal dress. I have left my all- house, children and wife, Now left only my life… Illusive breezes cannot befool me; I will get you, or realize you; I know you exist but prefer to hide in wit’s shore. Sonnet 56 Look you have turned your drains into dustbins; The income goes up to hundred thousands, Yet what a brand! Is this that you have developed beside you dwelling land. Oh! Sorry it wasn’t yours; you can grin. But don’t you dare to ask me to cure, When the illnesses you are in to endure- Will prove you to be impure. Why do you wait to commit sin? To invite trouble why are you all so keen? See, you are feeling asleep, As if I have the duty- I have the interest; you are perhaps true- But you will too when I am transferred. Look you have turned your drains into dustbins; I am a pig; you kick me for that, But I clear your drains while you relish my fat. You will have my flu- Not for me but for the work you favor not to do. I am better than you clearing you dirt- Oh! Sorry it wasn’t yours; you can grin. Sonnet 57 The baby was sleeping peacefully in the cradle. Unaware of the fire- Flaring to end desires- And hopes that could have been admired. A scene that pierces life with a poison touched needle. The relatives were outside; The flames got a chance to slide- To eat up and then transfer the chide. Where have the parents gone to peddle? Coming back will their hearts settle? They will perhaps come back soon, And the father will jump in- To save the little bud, Who has not yet developed dreams. The baby was sleeping peacefully in the cradle. The fire must have felt like playing above, To show its affection and love; But in course it may touch it, And end the life with other burning kit. Footsteps have been heard , it will save the situation from turning into- A scene that pierces life with a poison touched needle. Sonnet 58 Still atmosphere, with scorching rays tormenting upon us; I had no identity, Neither sense to consider it as a pity- But a uniform with uniformity. I could smell my sweat and taste it as it dropped on the grass. Eyes waiting to see something, I didn’t know what thing- When only the blank landscape or some living beings. What’s after this that will truss? Is it surprise or fuss? Whatever I care not to think, As I have commitment; To fulfill even if my life goes away- My soul will rest in peace. Still atmosphere, with scorching rays tormenting upon us; My family calls me earnestly, Their faces flash and blink continually; I gave out a breathe I felt danger- Not of me but to make me feel I am a soldier. The gun bears the weight of the Nation, let me hold it firmly. I could smell my sweat and taste it as it dropped on the grass. Sonnet 59 Cries have often blurted out roughly; One day parties and celebration Cheered the station- With music in all forms within the mansion. The gifted bangles have been broken brutally. Once so happy, is now kicked, For nameless reasons that had pricked- The husband who’s cruelty has clicked. Why does the good turn bad, unexpectedly? Is there some way of reviving them pleasantly? Perhaps the work pressure has increased, To be lowered soon. Or might be some problem that irritates him, But not for long; He will calm down. Cries have often blurted out roughly; None tells you to be man! When you hit me with the wand! I do not complain, you don’t allow, Tying me with a rope like a cow. To revive your love, I will not complain that… The gifted bangles have been broken brutally. Sonnet 60 The bulldozer ran over the bricks and plasters; Of the old-age home- Breaking the calm domes, Leaving them houseless without a place even to moan. They aged even disturbed in their time of rest; what a disaster! The rotten skin will not get pills now, They seem to be the cows- Driven away hitting them with dry boughs. Don’t these contractors respect their father and mother? Doesn’t their conscience push them to be kind hearted and better? They have taken money- The feelings have been put behind bars; Still they will set up a similar home- In their senescence, when they have means. The bulldozer ran over the bricks and plasters; Some betrayer has signed illicit piece- In grasping greed than to miss- The opening to become rich, No matter if he is termed as bitch. The goodness will crawl with repeated attacks to sense… The aged even disturbed in their time of rest; what a disaster! Sonnet 61 I am a branded man-eater; I am known for my teeth and paws, To break human laws, And kill one biweekly and eat raw. They set awards for me but not for the hunters. I had the power, the support of the jungle- I will have stronger limbs and voice to rumble- Your guns to me are like bangles. When will you turn as nature lovers? I can repose, but will you punish my family killers? I am no one to forgive you, I am just a cause; If you leave us in ourselves- We will put a pause upon the kill. I am a branded man-eater; I had a family and my younger brother- All were hunted down along with my neighbors; If I sit quiet and chase gales, Curses will seal my after life for the hell. So this is my profession now, and will bid to change but… They set awards for me but not for the hunters. Sonnet 62 The two butterfly mating while the two lizards on either side- Unaware of the peril surrounding them, They embraced each other in the passionate game- If they are killed, then what a shame! All the time they were lost within, neglecting the outside. Sex was to cheat them or their sex was to be cheated! The tube light knew not then who in the depleted- Earth would shake them before their lives are uprooted. Why had they turned blind in spite of the light? Can’t they be rescued with might? The reptiles proceeded, Then turned to their left, Went past the two beautiful creatures- It was their mating season too. The two butterfly mating while the two lizards on either side- The eyes of a boy watching the scene, He took a photo but didn’t clean, It from the flaws- Leaving it to the Natural laws. They were saved; romance was protected; it being in the lizards too but… All the time they were lost within, neglecting the outside. Sonnet 63 Crowds that I never saw in my life of ruling- Blocked the roads and lanes, Some peeping out from window panes, Same hope in all that I will do something for these men. I had papers that had false promises; my tongue will utter them without feelings. My hear empathizes with you dears supporters, The culprit is my chair, Without which I lived once, but now will be bare. What should I do with those voices ringing? Shall I thrash the chair and come down from the ceiling? I owe much to you, I will perform – Not in papers but in will, You can surely be assured. Crowds that I never saw in my life of ruling- A heavy hand of the hidden monarch was in my shoulder, With a lot more strength and power; Let me utter false today, I may be spitted upon after few days. But there must be a way to escape and then speak out, but now- I had papers that had false promises; my tongue will utter them without feelings. Sonnet 64 The old car stood by the garage parking; Cleaning was going on in the floor inside, Doors closed as they chose to hide- The new car like a new bride. What a gift after so many years of serving! The masters and mistresses, Whenever they visited any places; The dust touched the metal but not their dresses. Will the new be as efficient and attached in feelings? To serve you-Does it has a healthy bearing? He is still stronger with these plain tires- To carry the weights for hundreds of miles, And then reach safely to home; They will know once they have climbed the new stuff. The old car stood by the garage parking; Left for one month still, The servants speak of their master’s will- To sell it even in low cost The wounds in the body do no more cost! Still this wounded figure is superior and will be… What a gift after so many years of serving! Sonnet 65 A poor lyricist writing songs for none but self. One thousand songs without music, without name- Without money, without fame, Waiting to burn in flames. Thousand dollars for twelve in the shelf. They have offered him, Resting upon his weakness- him whim, To taste the glass cased cream. Did they want the titles from themselves? From the trap of greed, should I not protect myself? Let them buy, Let me earn; They will think that I can’t write more! While the best is still in my mind. A poor lyricist writing songs for none but self. I will die to see my songs being sung and settle, But will expire if I see them in other’s title. None to respect me for I don’t have birth base, Of jewels and diamonds in case. My creations will never end, never stop its flow; let me now think of… Thousand dollars for twelve in the shelf. Sonnet 66 Exchanging blames were going on in the dining table; For some subtle mistakes, When mom made- The materials for the cake. Idiotic reasons were twisting to harm faith in the blood carrying cables. I and my brother waiting to get them cool- For they were looking as fools, As they quarreled sitting upon the tools. Have they ever thought what reaction in my little brother would bubble? Will he too not learn to wrangle? I laughed to create ease, They were surprised and then ashamed- Of what they were into- Now we ate in silence. Exchanging blames were going on in the dining table; They didn’t notice, That I didn’t even had one bread piece- In my mouth and the fear of my brother- Didn’t make them bother. It will stop as it is groundless but they must realize Idiotic reasons were twisting to harm faith in the blood carrying cables. Sonnet 67 The water gurgled out- As the farmer cut the canal out of the last pool, The last source in this year’s rule- The weather at no time was rainy but dry and cool. One of the working men occasionally looks up at the sky and shouts… Last year was same, The season focused upon turning them lame, In all aspect from food to the sells erasing their name. Where is the excess water swelling out? It knows we want her-yet why she is putting us in doubt? Suddenly a storm started- All took shelter under trees; Far in the distance the sky looks – Its ripe time now to reap. The water gurgled out- Of the pond- But will it be able to maintain the bond! That these reapers have with rain- After two years staying out of brain. It’s like a friend gone away; all eagerly waiting for his return, while- One of the working men occasionally looks up at the sky and shouts… Sonnet 68 The black posters have been pasted yesterday; No one to go out were the admonition, Whether to start business or for education, Which the people seem to follow with caution. Let the war restore democracy today. The hope rings in every ears- The bullets tearing the foreheads seemed to clear, That they had overcome the administrative fear. The policemen, are they not supposed to fill up the bay? Apart from the men in power, does nobody have the right to place their say? It has become a dumping ground of inhuman activities; Yet a leader is there whom people follow sincerely; They do not utter the name- But works accordingly with zeal. The black posters have been pasted yesterday; The smell of the slaughtered bodies, Has been a cause of the jackals’ rhapsodies. The raped women sitting for marriage to be raped again- They will not nag; they have turned harlots of men. The seeping anger gives more power to their chief… Let the war restore democracy today. Sonnet 69 I didn’t want to hear this from you- At least not in my birth-month; never… You didn’t think of my fever, The relation I suppose was not forever. I wanted rain you gave me just drops, that too few… I had always wished to know your mind and figure- But the other girl knew the black spot pressing the trigger, With another fire-pellet from you that tore my tears. Was she the best in the crew? Was love now fixed with screws? I will not cry, You do not deserve it- But another relation, With the one who has proposed me last month! I didn’t want to hear this from you- I was not stone nor the lord- To think not or forgive you in accord; I get the stench of extra affairs- For your pleasure, I can’t form pair. You can go; I will be find happiness in loneliness or in some others, I wanted rain you gave me just drops, that too few… Sonnet 70 I close this book now, and close my eyelids- I have described the night enough, perhaps more; Let me now go out of the roof door, And allow it to describe itself from sky to floor. My test is over your starts now, common water the seeds- Which I have failed to farm, And charm, The readers and book worms. Will you listen or I will have to plead? After writing so much will I now have to read? I have enough wits, you can’t hide- Let the readers and lover of poetry get you- Through my future write ups, To decipher you truly. I close this book now, and close my eyelids- Let me take rest, For creating the best. Your Profoundness; that had instilled so many poets to write- But none could win in the fight. I will write you through you, you can’t say no- My test is over your starts now, common water the seeds. [mehr]

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joann harris FEAR OF THE BEAST

A DAY OF RECKONING

Horror
Englisch
291 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
66
3

The town of Wheatfield no longer exists. Very little of the northeastern part of Fork County exists, except in the memories of those who may have once lived there and were fortunate enough to be gone when the great fireball struck, searing the land for miles. Scientists were stunned by the suddeness of the huge fireball, fir it seemed to materalized out of the heavens, traveling at such a tremendous speed, it was almost beyond calculation. "Where had it come from?" the scientists were asked by a stunned population. "From straight out of the sun," was the reply. "You could not have predicted it?"No.' Why?" The scientists hedged that question, for many of them were sworn avowed atheists. Finally, one man from an observatory in Washington who was not an unbeliever did reply, although not to the satisfaction of all of his colleagues. His reply brought laughter from more than a few of his fellow scientists. How does one predict when the hand of God will fall, and how hard the blow will be? If indeed it had been as the scientists said, the hand of God, it had been a mighty slap from him. By the time various spies in the skies satellites, picked up on the cannoading mass of fiery destruction, it was already on top of the satellites, going through them, and burning them before they could be photographed, more than a one second shot at best, and transmit that to earth. Those pictures that did make it back to earth were immediately ordered to be seized by a presidential order. Some said it was shaped like a Star of David. Others said it looked like an artist's conception of God's face; striking resemblance. The president told the scientists to shut their damn mouths, too, or faced the prospects of never receiving another dime of government money for anything. But many people witnessed the strange blue lights that preceded the crash of the whatever the hell it was, and they asked about those lights. But suddenly all were quiet about the mighty ball of fire, except for speculation. That soon began to fade as the news pushed the holocaust out of the headlines. Only the insurance companies were left to ponder over the crash and dole out large sums of money to the relatives of those who had been killed. An astronomer in California thought he knew what had happened but he kept his mouth shut not out of any fear of the government, but because he felt it was the right thing to do. One investigative fellow did put some rather interesting and curious events together after a bit of prowling. But since he was a career army reservist and did not wish to spend his summer obligations to Uncle Sam cleaning up gooney bird shit on Guam , he kept his mouth shut. "Someday, maybe he will write a book about it, and maybe by them he would believe it himself and be assured of the protection of the Dali Lama in some cave in Tibet. What he had pieced together was that almost at the precise moment of fiery impact with earth, a series of fires leveled a huge man that was seen leaving earth, moving toward the heavens traveling at tremendous speed. No one knew what that thing was or if they did, they weren't saying, and there were some people who still remained unaccounted for after the fire at the mansion. One of them was a young man by the name of Alex Balloon who was a minister in Wheatfield who had died under very mysterious circumstances back in "52" when another disaster had befallen the tragedy-ridden community, butt the investigative reporter wisely closed his journal on both disasters for a time. It had been adnormally hot for this late in the season. By this time in the eastern part of Nebraska there was usually a lash of winter's approach in the air, a bit that brought color to the cheeks of pedestrains urgently but softly speaking of the harsh winter just ahead. But the winds that blew across the plains and rolling sands hills had a torrid touch and brought a sudden surliness to the people of this sparsely populated county, turning most tempers raw and confusing a few as to why. The man knew why. The few would learn too late. And out in the badlands some miles from Wheatfield , inside a fenced-in area where horror sprang to life back in the late 50's something stirred. A creature cautiously stuck its head out of the hidden cave and looked around, viewing its surrounding through evil, red eyes. The beast had felt the hot fingers of the wind pushing through the cave entrance as a probing hand might do, signaling those which serve another master that it was time. The Dark One was near. The wind grew in strength and heat the beast snarling in reply. The manlike creature rose from its sentry position to crawl out of the filthy hole, rising to stand like human bits of dust and twigs and blowing sand striking its hairy body. But to the beast it was a signal of love, a gesture of welcome. The beast roared its breath foul. It held its contempt for that God who occupies a more lofty position than the master of the beast. For the creature knew but one god: the Prince of Darkness, the Lord of the Flies, Ruler of all that is Evil. From behind the sentry came a guttural sound as other beasts rose from their long sleep, surly and hungry . They craved meat and the sweet taste of blood, but the sentry again tested the wind as the wind spoke its reply. The sentry held up one warning paw to those below, holding them at bay. He growled and the others drew back into the darkness of the evil smelling hole in the earth. They knew they must obey the master. Thee growling sentry told them to wait the master will tell us when we may move. Be patient for you have waited more than twenty years. Wait." [mehr]

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Susan Willingham Crystal Masquerade

Kurzgeschichte
Englisch
1508 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
458
2

CRYSTAL MASQUERADE By Susan Willingham The girl didn’t know how she got there, but it seemed as though she had been with them her entire life. She had suddenly found herself living with a family where the people were made of crystals. They had the form of a normal flesh and blood person, but there were tiny, gleaming jewels of different colors making up their eyes, lips, hair, and skin. They looked like crystal dolls. The entire family was outwardly beautiful, each part of their perfect bodies sparkling with colorful clarity. The mother had black hair, each strand consisting of tiny gems of shimmering blue-black onyx. Her eyes were of a brilliant sapphire, emblazoned with a radiant light, so brilliant that it was impossible to look at them for more than a few seconds at a time. Her lips consisted of jewels of ruby, like fiery embers of red, that flashed and moved when she spoke. Her teeth were a perfect glimmering white. When she moved, every minute gem of her body appeared to move singularly in a synchronized form. The rest of the family…father, son, and daughter, had the same likeness of appearance. The only difference was that the men were not as spectacular as the radiant women. Even the family dog was dazzling, with a beautiful coat of shining gold that moved with a fluid grace. Another surprising thing was that their bizarre behavior did not seem to affect the rest of the town. The citizens of this ordinary town actually appeared not to notice their abnormality. The Crystal family interacted with others as if they were just everyday people. They had jobs and went to school like everyone else. The girl observed the exquisite family closely while she was in their midst. Even though they appeared to have thoughts, feelings, and emotions of happy, rational human beings, there was something different about them besides their appearance that she could only discern after a period of close observation. Their beauty was deceptive. Their smiles and laughter were too quick, too bright, too fake. There was some internal struggle, like a cancer eating away at their insides, consuming them, while they were frantically trying to ignore it. Their jeweled smiles hid their pain and they had beauty to cover their weaknesses. This family’s performance was convincing. The whole town was convinced. And maybe if the whole town believed the façade, they would believe it, too. But at times, when the girl looked closely, she could detect what appeared to be tears glistening behind their beautifully jeweled eyes. She wondered if they fell apart when no one was watching. Maybe they would let her in on their dark secret, their hidden torture, and she could help them somehow. But the farce was too deep, too hidden. They would only deny that anything at all was wrong. They were living among the dead. They accepted the girl as if she were one of them, as if she had always been one of them - like maybe she had been born into their family, or that she was made of the same things as they were. She marveled at this and wondered why they welcomed her and why she felt so comfortable with them. Suddenly, with an awakening that struck here like a lightening bolt, she knew. She knew only too well. The girl had been drawn to them because she was becoming like them. She began to remember where she had come from. She saw herself running… running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction and searching for someone, something to save her from the chains that are holding her prisoner. She hoped someone would hear her crying and carry her away, perhaps a prince charming that would step in and save her life. She was running from the ugliness in her life that had instilled itself into her heart, making it cold and hard. She had a cesspool inside, just like the Crystal family, and if she didn’t clean it out and allow herself to be filled with “something good and wonderful”, she would become like them. Instead of a beautiful diamond heart that matched their jeweled outside, this picture perfect family carried around a hard black piece of coal. The girl could begin to feel her own heart freezing. It was a slow fade, so slow that the girl didn’t realize that her life was anything but okay. It started when she was a child; it probably started before she was even born. The life was all she knew and she thought everyone else’s life was the same. She thought that it was normal to live in a family where the father drank himself into a stupor every night. She thought it natural that her father would beat her mother until she cried out in hushed whimpers. She was remembering it all now, the past crashing in on her like a tidal wave, knocking her to her knees. She was dredging up memories of the abuse, the drunkenness, the fear. Suddenly the girl was back in her childhood, hiding under the porch all alone with her demons, clutching the puppies that her pet Evie had given birth to recently. She stroked and consoled them as if they, too, felt the dread of the fight above them and were also dismayed at what the future held for them. The girl was heaving with the burden of shame she had carried since she was a child. She continued to carry that shame as she grew into her teens and began to realize how sick her family and her life were. She felt beneath her classmates and friends, and believed that if they really knew her and knew what her life was like, they wouldn’t like her at all. She was rejected by the “popular” kids because she wore old clothes and lived in an ugly house, and everyone in the small town knew about her father. Soon she found drugs, and in the first instance she tried them, she felt complete. She felt powerful, in control, beautiful, rich, everything that she was not. The drug crowd accepted her. They didn’t seem to care where she lived, what she wore, or that she had a father that was an alcoholic. They had the same problems as she did, and some worse. Even though the drugs worked for her for a while, they eventually became ineffective in covering her pain. The girl found herself searching for something else, anything to make her feel okay. She tried it all and nothing worked. That is when her heart began to harden and she put a wall up to keep out the hurt and shame. The next thing the girl knew she found herself living with these beautiful people make of crystals. She had to leave them. She had to find the answer for her life, and the answer was not in beauty and riches. She had to find “Something Good and Wonderful.” She dropped to her knees in anguish. It was there that she found the answer. She would take back her life from the demons that had snatched it since she was small. She would take back her identity, her heart, and her soul. She would find out who she was and what her values were. She would no longer believe the lies of her past, the lies of the devil…that she was no good. She would no longer live with shame and with the misery of jumping from place to place, relationship to relationship to find happiness. The “Something Good and Wonderful” spoke to the girl and said “Do you want to be free? Lift your arms. I have the keys for the chains that bind you.” She was free! She would go back to the Crystal family one last time to tell them the good news. When the girl went to them, she saw that they had gotten worse. Their appearance was even more perfect and beautiful than she had remembered. They were trying harder to delude themselves. She confronted the mother and told her about the “Something Good and Wonderful.” The beautiful woman slowly shook her head, her hair flashing with the motion, her ruby lips trembling. Her amazing cerulean eyes began misting with a slow agony. They gazed at each other for what seemed like eternity. Slowly the girl could see the woman’s flawless body begin to melt, her lovely features fading away. The colorful crystals ran together into a dripping twinkling wax. The onyx of her hair blended with the blue of her eyes and with the red of her lips, creating a merging color of sparkles, shimmering into a pool on the floor beneath her. The girl stared at the glittering substance on the floor in front of her and gravely watched as it changed into a colorless powder. Sorrowfully, she scooped the powder into the palm of her hand and softly blew, scattering it into a mist of a million tiny pieces. [mehr]

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