jarlaxle01

This New, Year is just like the last, Transforming time into the past. But with shades of blue, Red and Green, We have changed our times, Into tiny squares made by lines. And from a distance they are seen, To make pictures, Felt in frequency, And lit by a current of electricity. Each day adjusts the fixtures, Of the lights, That illuminate the mind, Into a being that is not colour-blind. Understand the shades in your sight, To clear the haze, And the fog, and promote increments, Of volume and sound with your projected instruments. Hear it from the other side of the maze, Let it guide you, With the brightness of the light

With these days that pass, that grow old and wither too fast, there is too much concern, for these moments that don't last. We rise, we fall, we rise higher, and fall harder, but not without purpose, not without getting smarter. In moments weak, and in progressions strong, We ignite a fire that has been burning all along. One step forward, and one foot left behind, A simple moment of solitude, brings an image back to mind. With whispers soft, they reverberate so deep, And it surprises me, to see an image so steep. It pulls in, and throws out, history, and what it was about. There is no truth to gain, no glory to be had, without s

For me to explain myself and the way I feel, you must first have met me. And I mean actually meet me, not with a handshake and a "Hello" greeting of uncertainty. We must live an experience together, and in that experience we might actually meet the way I am talking about. In that experience we might begin to share. Begin to share things we did not know could be shared. Things we thought only belonged to us. I speak of the mingled future we might share after this meeting. This sharing and linking of intertwined parrallels. Like that of a double helix, that so binds our mortality. If it never happened, then the twist in the helix wo