Microcosm
I am a bubble
I float through a system of interconnecting
junctions
I have no mass
I am simply an unspecified quantity of stuff
A quantum labyrinth of endless possibility
Forced here,
forcing somewhere else to go
I follow the chain to see where it leads
I
follow your will, you say I'm your slave
You say I've no emotion
I have no sense of will
Yet
still I am chaotic and unpredictable
I have a life of my own, to do as I
please
So fear me mortal
For I possess the power to end your little
life
And you cannot ever quash my own
For energy cannot be created nor
destroyed, it simply is...
Divine
I flee, running from the dark, indefinitely driven to the
light, mesmerised by it's warmth and glory.
White light surrounds, protects me
A force field of love
An impenetrable shield against all darkness and danger
I bathe in white light
I soak in it's wondrous benificence,
To gladly pass on the warmth of spirit to other needy souls, and so the
cycle continues...
For I have touched upon something so special
I have
witnessed the divine
I am no longer blinded by conception
I see through thick walls of thought
Into corridors of
intuition
And great halls of truth
Liberated of logic
The mask of falsehood lifts from my eyes
I journey out into the great unknown
Travelling through all that is,
Or was, or ever will be
Seeking an honest answer to every question ever asked...
Morningstar
This young woman is a wandering star
She's drifted
halfway 'cross the galaxy and back
She's been places, seen things, done
things wrong
And never has she found a place she could truly call her
home...
The search developed in her many special qualities
Razor
sharp intuition, Deadly fists, a talent for survival
Yet as she traveled
far and learned such useful things
She never got to practice that one
special talent known as love...
Holding her ground to danger, she suffered many crushing blows
Always running away when things got out of hand
She'd find a dark
corner in which to lick her wounds
And never did she escape a day without
at least one, momentous battle...
So many wars did the girl fight, inevitably, one day she was to
expel her final breath
Her body horribly bashed and broken, she collapsed
right where she stood
Lifeless, crippled, no adrenalin rush could save her
now
She accepted her fate, and patiently waited for the last vestiges of
soul to be beaten from her body...
A trickle of blood ran down to the ditch, from the pool in which
her body lay
She clenched her teeth in agony, raised her head an inch and
slowly opened her right eye
Looking around her she caught no sight of those
who had pursued her for so long
It seems they had left her for dead in the
hedgerow, in search of some more lively prey...
On the last ounce of strength contained in her pitiful body, she
climbed slowly up the hill
It took every brave little bit of courage she
had, for to her, it was more like climbing a mountain
Every muscle burning
in pain, pus draining from every wound, she kept on, higher and higher
Godwilling, she would survive this day, but by the next, she would no
longer be on this world...
Upon reaching the top, she looked down onto a valley of pasture
and sweet green grass
Nestled snugly below the ridge, there was a beautiful
white house, with many flowers in the garden
If she could just discover one
kind soul to take care of her in her final hours, she could die happy
Unable to put one arm in front of the other, the girl curled herself up
into a little ball and rolled...
She bounced down the valley like an egg, every impact shattering
her even further
She cracked her skull on the branch of a tree, her back
rolled over a stone and she snapped her spine
Paralysed, incaple of
movement, she slid on her busom, cracking every rib along the way
Further
she fell, closer and closer towards the white house, all the time coming in
just too fast...
Her teeth broke as her nose smashed off the gatepost, but not
before she'd already bitten off her tongue
Her face scratched all the way
along the gravel path, the skin torn clean from the bone
The pain she no
longer felt, for he knew she had simply suffered too much to go on living now
Sliding on her last momentum, she headed the marble door step and neatly
snapped her neck in two...
She winced, for she knew this was the final thing she would ever
remember of this life.
The front door opened and she could see a beauitiful Lady
standing tall in the doorway
She got down on her knees and wept, cradling
her mangled head in her arms, blood on her blouse
At last she had found
what he had been searching so long and so hard for, a place to call her home
Now she was content, everything so warm and so rosy, she finally let
herself surrender to death...