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Soft waves of a forgotten dawn Finding magic by the sea, some place far off; Just below the Great Wall of Beijing. This adventure. finds one in the shadows of the Samurai between Twelve Swords: Known as the Deviant Blades Shikizaki, Kiki, a brilliant master swordsmith and Soothsayer, anime piqued our curiosity. During the Sengoku period, 1467-2615. Of the civil war. Brings us to Tsukiji, a famous place in Tokyo Japan is a primary large fish...

Look To Jesus Heb 12:2 Looking away from all that will distract us and focusing our eyes on Jesus, who is the Author and perfection of faith. (The first incentive for our belief and the one who brings our faith to maturity) John 16:6 I have told you these things, so that in me You may have (perfect) peace. In the world, you have tribulation and distress and suffering, but courageous (be confident, be Undaunted, be filled with joy.) I have...

Reflection of the Light Step out of the gloom, of projection, misconception: your disconnected vision has become an artificial paradise. A snow, sand castle in the rain, glass heart On your sleeves, shallow pain. Light’s out in this darkness; it only serves as A nightmare’s gain. Attune your strings, that brings them into a symphony of streams; that flows with an awareness in harmony, into soft lighting. And listen to the rhythm echo as a sweet...

September in Reflection Crystalline memories ripple cognitive waves. Fracture, long-term whispering thoughts colliding with A short-term fragment. Another cycle completes midnight, departure; to trace distant harmonies, twilight tones unfurling like smoke on a still lake. Amid lifeless noise, we seek our mind-vessels, Always returning to the broken pieces of ourselves. How can one escape this echo of misery? In the texture of the unknown, the...

When The Sun Went Down A lake of mirrors reflects an alchemical nature of silent ink. Always watching, with the eyes of the scorpion, the zodiac’s watchers. Nearby, the medicine wheel turns the snake dance, coiling wisdom, With a Marco Polo mind that seeks the unknown path. The Ayahuasca Elders, stone warriors of the Buffalo brigade. Now summon the drums, ancient voices in the rhythm of the mirrors Lake. Echoes of those who once danced with...

Phantom of Remains The light we lost fades into oblivion. Slips beyond reach, swallowed by A wasteland of abandoned hope. Lies unburied, in silence, are louder than, grief: should we not have known this? By now? In twilight’s enigma in murky waters, flows from here to there; father from God. With a hidden conflict, smoldering in obsession, blooms like a dark rose, a catacomb of the unsealed burrows. Its thorns are scraping the marrow of being in...

Whisper Of A Distant Sky One last glance at the sky before sunrise, where predawn eclipses and casts its shadow and veils along the beacon touch in horizon, only to linger like a cactus flower bloom softly, yet fleeting, and unforgettable. Let’s race to the world’s greatest bookstore, where she waits. Her presence feels like a timeless symphony. The melody murmurs to a restless, aching heart. The books beckon; pages wait their turn. A widespread...

WAVES OF AFFLICTION DRIFTING BETWEEN CONSCIOUSNESS AND OBLIVION IS A DELICATE DANCE. ON THE EDGE OF DREAMS AND REALITY: SHADOWS AND PLAY BEHIND A HAZE OF FOREBODING, THAT ELLIPSE EPISODE OF LAMENTATION. CONSTANTLY SHIFTING LIKE INTO DEEP SLEEP AND A NEED TO KNOW. SOLITUDE STRETCHED THIN, NOT SURE WHETHER TO BEND OR GRIN; THIS DISTORTED LONGING ETCHES AGONY THAT EMERGES AND TEETERS RAW AND UNYIELDING, SO THE MIND WRESTLES FOR MASTERY. CONTRAST...

DEAD OF THE NIGHT Bending toward the void, you can hear crickets chirping beneath the scattered stars. Darkness swallowed their faint chorus up as the clock ticked with a final warning. The hills bear witness to the weight of the night, resting in borrowed time. Lands holding us as we pause, Crossing over a fragile bridge. Binding us to its presence, being led as blind men on a tightrope. Our lives unravel, thread by thread. Who are we? We can’t...

vantage point The translation of thoughts. Has become an unspoken poetry, this exotic bloom bearing a scent of a distant truth, raw emotion that resonates within the depths of one's soul. An epic drama rises and unfolds; oh, how sweetly awaiting the climax yet to be told: this impossible love; Now orbits with an arctic breeze, beyond fantasy passages. Passion shattered like a broken dream when you once serenaded a silhouette against my heart,...