keldri-tamesis

Hanging on, dawdling, in the doorway of a bright place. Watching, waiting, for someone who's never going to come. Just around the corner, are you? No! Far, far away, never reachable, never approachable, distant even in person. But now I've waited to long, and the hallway's as empty as before, and i have to turn walk away, into my own darkness. Longing for a vision, that will never appear. A voice, that will never be heard. A mind, that can never be read. And a love, that never existed in the first place.

Souzen - a Japanese word for confused, also can mean loud or uproarious    Once upon a time, in a place of an unknown location (possibly an alternative dimension, but nobody knows for sure) there was a large tract of land upon which a family had built a compound. They were a strange bunch, and had no name for themselves, mainly because they couldn't agree on one, but their neighbors called them the Souzen, because essentially, they were. Almost every night, sometimes early, sometimes late, and most of time in a variety of moments, some commotion could be heard from behind their gates. The people outside were as smart as anybo

Springs will come, summers will go autumns fall and winters blow seasons turn and years go by without ever saying why. Many winters I have seen less summers, not enough springs droughts and floods, strong sun and storms fabric of the past gets torn. Memories I keep within too few joys, far too much sin as years go by, life does fly how long, oh Lord, till I die? Expectations fill our lives waiting, waiting, pointless whys missing days with memories gone just speeds up the quiet wrong. Impatient folk never see the live each day wants to bring. Take it slow and then there'll be joy in every memory.

Creeping in the lowlands crawling inside the dark lost forever from the light trapped inside the blackened ark The despairing pit consumes mind, body, spirit voices cry in last resort but the blessed do not hear it It is good if it hurts so let your wound cry its tears even the deepest pit can not hold naught but fears Know that soon hope will win because it can never die just as shadows need the sun without truth there is no lie Go in peace my dear friend you have hurt me and I've sinned but you should know, I forgive every ending now begins

It's a gosh darn arms race when you go beyond Z and start poking around. The writer's go first, and then the lightning with it's rapid wrath. I am your mind, saying hello. Your will be done, and fame will never die, friends. From the thunder, and the storm, it could frame thy fearful symmetry (you'd be surprised at the things you could find). I believe it all is coming to and end. The two roads in a yellow wood, and how sometimes I fly like an eagle. I just need to find out who I am. If heaven and hell decide, it shall be for you, if not for the nearby ocean. So do pray your road's a long one. Do you think time would pass me by? The fir

The rain... comes falling down. The rain... comes pouring down. The rain... is washing it away. The rain... is moving it away. I'm sad... you know. I hurt... you know. I feel... you know. What aches... you know. But when the storm comes with it's mighty rain We'll have nothing to lose and everything to gain. When the lightning goes and the thunder roars when the wind howls our spirits will soar. We'll be released by the rain that glorious rain. We'll be released by the rain that wonderful rain. It's been a long time since I felt peace. It's been a long time since I felt release. misery's been building building walls o

What magic is this, this collection of light? This flowering spectrum, absent at night? What magic is red, the essence of rose, The passion of battle, of dangers posed. What magic is orange, the heart of flame? The flash of a tiger, beast no man can tame. What magic is yellow, brightness of sun? Connecting the people, many energies one. What magic is green, the rustle of leaves, Grasses and vines, that little birds weave. What magic is blue, the inspiring sky, That wide expanse of heaven, so high. What magic is indigo, ocean’s depths, The magic of time and the tears that we wept. What magic is violet, the color of kings,

It was winter break on the coldest day I was running late then it happened. The sun was low and then it was gone. I felt it all go. And on that day when the world collapsed I could feel it all every shriek and gasp I tried to shut it out clutching at my ears never noticing that no one else could hear. I went down writhing on the ground the sky was falling hope it doesn't hit those people all around What are they doing why stay standing there their lives are ending don't they even care And on that day when the world collapsed I could feel it all every shriek and gasp I tried to shut it out clutching at my ears nev