The Gospel of Mark

Love is such a strange thing
In my heart that feeling doesn't ring
It is a parasite, used to squander life's spring
But one thing called love I remember clearly
Holding my friend's shoulders, dearly
And that is most troubling
I felt so fine to not scheme again
To not once spin a web for people to step in
My prey would not be able to hurt me,
But I would be a spider and the other a flyling
I thought we were above that.

Greater love hath no man than this
That a man lay down his life for his
I think what I feel truly is what Mark told clearly
To not be tied together insecurely
Having fun with a god amiss
And have company in that free abyss
Beyond morals and without a cause
And for a reason, there never was
But for the sake of doing it freely
You know I know everything, really.

You know the worst part of man loving his
Is that true feelings come only after this
After it is over all sadness may sing
But gladly we will repeat all errors again
We know we will be hurt but part of that is exactly everything
And if we wouldn't hurt, had we ever true friends to begin?
Comradery is the only love I feel and I truly want to cling
To someone, I never want you to dismiss
I want an everlasting friendship, so give your best!

The ferry over the water

The sound of steps, the ringing of coins passed
On the ship deck he took stand in front of the railing, directly opposite to the cold, uncaring mirror
In a manner of weary determination only dead men do know
In silent passing hhe just had to wait
For it to present itself
The deranged things he would do after his own work betrayed him one last time
And the moment came when the ship, on its' waxing course to the other side, arrived on the
deepest, blackest pit in water he himself could ask to find
He just needed to lean over slightly and reach with his hands into the water
And all the cruel torture would stop and he'd finally be left alone
But in the foul silence insecurity boiled up again
A million thoughts appeared in utter chaos and coalesced into one, silence

And following it a deep look into the deeper black, a long, inspecting stare
In the pitch black arms grasping in fear for anything they could hatch on
To escape the pitch black
It made him realize if he jumped
He would never be left alone again
It made him freeze
A while later, the boat reached the other shore
The travellers all slowly left the belly of this boat
And he, he had missed his destination.

Hubris

A week ago and a half and much more long
I felt betrayed and I should never have felt like that
I do not know why I was so vulnerable or even why I let myself be hurt
Nor why I felt like that
I mean, it happens once in a while
To be dropped and betrayed by someone you think is like you
And so obviously being manipulated and controlled to do things by someone
I mean, why do I bother at all if the only one I can rely on is at the end myself
Maybe I should shut myself out from all of the outer world so useless feelings like these never reach me
And if you tell me to go the way alone

My friend, I do not walk the way, I walk because of you
You are the only thing that keeps me walking, stalking, prowling on this hateful place
And the worst is, now I don't even know why I was stricken with anger
Time is such a cruel thing
I only know now I have to stand up for someone I am not anymore, I want an apology
It will not mend anything real but it will give me a reason to talk again
I want, I deserve an apology because it is appropriate
And no one will stand up for myself if I do not enforce these things

You may know me, I tolerate almost anything and may tolerate even ruin
So I'll have to refuse these words and scream once at you
So it will feel balanced again
But what no one knows at the beginning, my friend
The Lonely is a cruel and beautiful woman
And she may have me in her grasp, evermore.

Echoes of Animation & the Melody of Dreams and Reality

In the realm of animated dreams, where tales unfurl,
Engaging stories, like blossoms, twirl.
Yet within their grasp, a tempest brews,
Where wishful thoughts clash with reality's cues.

Through landscapes vast and characters bold,
We wander, their journeys ours to behold.
But beneath the surface, a subtle ache,
As the heart contends with dreams it cannot partake.

Oh, how sweet the taste of fantastical lore,
Yet bitter the truth it can't restore.
In the dance of light and shadow, we find,
A delicate balance of heart and mind.

So let us tread softly, in this realm divine,
Taking breaks when needed, like stars that align.
For within the beauty lies a subtle plea,
To savor the magic, yet set ourselves free.

The fate of a moment that resides at the hands and will of another

The weather becomes more unpredictable as seasons pass and years go by, April arrives and the bitter cold of winter fades; April being the season most abundant of rainy days.

Once you walk out of your home enough times with sudden rain clouds forming up above you, drenching you in nature's shower, you can learn to prepare for the unexpected.

Regardless of predictability, you'll always have the option of walking out the door with an umbrella in hand.

You are also once in a while given the opportunity of walking outdoors, head facing towards the sky, with the thought in mind that water purifies people the way it does for plants in soil.

With busy time schedules, things to do, and places to go, the last option isn't always one you can choose.

Savor the moments you have where water droplets run down your cheeks, and you jump in puddles with the spirit of a child.

Moments in which you find the peace of mind to perceive the inconvenient events as opportunities to cleanse yourself of the troubles that come along with living in a timeline that never stops moving forward.

Rain does not consist of God's tears, but is rather a gift to the life that populates our world, giving them the opportunity to grow.

Rain is not fire, it will not kill you. It is merely a cleanse, formed up in the heavens by nature's will.

You will survive, umbrella or no umbrella, calm minded or in a restless hurry.

This will pass as the rest of the seasons do, make what you will of it.