A Warrior awakes on the battlefield

He awakes in the cold of night, seeing nothing. The sounds of metal clanging violently rage around him, drawing him to action. He picks up his scythe, his workman's tool, intending to escape, but a man bars the way. As he defends himself from the blows of the enraged, he succumbs to his inhibitions. The wide man, 6 feet tall, and as pale as moonlight prepares himself, and strikes. The strike angers him in some way, and saddens him.
 
              His core awakens. He madly swings his Scythe, biting into the necks of hundreds, and breathes cool emerald flames down the backs of his enemies, a monster born from the labor of a many souls.  The insanity rises in him. He turns and twists and bends. The Fear and Anger rises, threatening to break him apart. A giant serpent, killing all the soldiers on the battlefield. A miraculous and demonic event the culls the flesh in their stomachs to the days of their grandchildren.

                He sleeps. Tired of the madness, the true soul sleeps. Quiet reigns over this new field. For once, a bright star shines overhead. Come morning, the only thing left is a bloodstain.

"Once you wake from a slumber, The only thing that remains is the desire to sleep."

  ISA

Again

To find the way to find age,
Inside you must look,
And see nothing but the one.

Happiness not found,
But always therein,
Without question for thyself.

All surround thy hope to find,
Joy and love escape
To you but just for the day.


I look forward to the revelations upon this. Happy birthday to my mother and sister.

"Age is not there, a term, to give less value."

ISA

Blocks

Ban the mind, destroy the body,
Tarnish the Spirit,
Away with honor, I'll go.

Turning paths seek to wander,
Straight forward I'd go,
But no way exists for me.

Bury my body in stone,
Turn Crimson with Flame,
And Darkness destroys the world.


Thought I'd right this one with Haiku(s). Have fun figuring it out.

"The way exists to find the journey, To find the truth."

ISA
 

The Dinner Of Kings

I've met men from all over the globe,
And women too,
I'll bet,
The soul of conquerors,
The greed of leaders,
And my life too,
I guess,
That In the world,
Of all the peoples,
The Grim,
In you and me,
Wets his mouth,
Folds his napkin,
To set down to a dinner of kings.

Thieves and Robbers,
They justify,
And Eventually in the end,
Are all just eaten,
By a cosmic thing,
Death in you and me.

I find that in this world,
Of one and nine,
I rot from the inside,
A fermentation process,
To taste me,
Death makes a cheese of me,
IN morals,
Deeds,
And inner needs,
A poison through my veins.

For the King comes out,
He loots,
He kills,
And goes back to hide inside,
Afraid of what the public thinks of him,
To stay on his good side.

A demon,
A god,
An Angel,
And Death,
All want the monsters inside,
And are prepared to wait for fifty years,
For a single dinner for four.


"Hungry Souls Always Want More" 7

ISA

Well-Worn Waters

When all do see,
The barren lands,
And the forest for the trees,
Some Loneliness will be inflicted,
From Inside the field
Where the flowers grow.
And you who see,
Where the Winds may blow,
Drown inside an Ocean.

A Home is where?
No thing intrudes,
Where love is aparent,
And truthful.
However which way you grow,
You feel that deep inside you.

My plant grew,
In a swimming pool,
Contained,
Abused,
Thundered,
Did not recieve respect,
In the false love,
Did not Grow,
Always Still, and
Waiting,
For That Something,
Until it had to go.
"Listen,
This is not a request,
Hurt it all,
Inside whispers,
Neglect the ones,
Growing,
Silence the ones who know."

Forced the world,
All because the plants it needed,
A mother and a father,
Didn't exist,
Till it was time to go.

Well-worn Waters,
A house boat,
Empty just but me,
Nothing all around,
No-one home but me.
And no respect for me.

"A home well treated last forever, One that's not will go."

ISA
 

Apologies for the Translation Tool

It has recently come to my attention that the Google provided translation tool, has a format malfunction, when tranferred to non-English translations. It is my deepest apologies that I do not understand how to fix this. So, for the time being, when trying to read the posts in another language, find the punctuations, and read accordingly, or send a message informing me how to best fix this problem.

Thank you,

ISA

Monsters In a Gilded Cage

A monster is,
What a monster does,
Tied down by what it is.
It follows its instinct,
Whatever it is,
Kills,
Maims,
Tortures,
By its own necessity,
To stay afloat,
Above the rising waters.

It shown off,
In a pretty room,
As it impresses,
Everyone,
Is wondering about,
In different ways,
What it is,
What it can be.

Eventually the monster,
It tries to believe,
The gilded cage is home,
But it can never fool itself,
It knows too much.
He can't give up,
Not possible,
Nowhere in his nature,
Too lay down and die,
No matter how hard he wishes,
It won't happen.

No matter how hard,
He wants to believe in the cage of gold,
It's not him,
He is a murderer,
A killer,
Heartless and without compassion,
Rage and deceit,
Are who he is,
No denial,
He knows too much.

He's scared,
Frightened,
By who he is,
What he can do,
What he might or will do.
It is his nature,
To look around corners and protect himself,
His property,
His concerns,
But it is also his nature,
To destroy everything.

You can't control a monster,
By showing him the world,
From a mirror.
You can't control the monster,
Who's acid corrodes till nothing is left.
You can't control a monster,
By locking him up.
The gilded cages all fall down,
And he rides the night,
Loose as silk,
A hammer,
And the wind.

"There are all kinds of people, but danger is many in a single form."

ISA

SpeedWorld

Fast, fast, fast,
You're moving too fast,
For your own good,
Past the speed,
That god would make,
You're wearing down,
Its too much for you to take.

The speed it burns,
A dying Sun,
Dies long after,
You're world has begun.
For when you quit,
The world will take,
The last of you,
If you don't slow,
Release the altitudes.

You do not exist,
When here you work,
On a lower plain,
Of attitude,
In a World of Speed,
Of hustle and bustle,
And endless problems arise,
The method to take,
Slow down,
No prize,
At the end of the race,
If you don't slow down,
And take your place.

A final message,
From one who's been,
In every Idea,
On every pin,
The world is not,
What you take it to be,
When you live,
In the world of speed.
You make mistakes,
You miss the chances,
The simple clues,
In all the dances.
I ask of you,
What do you do,
When you see the world,
As I See,
A clear, bright, dark, sad, beautiful blue.

"No sense in nonsense, PAH, Nonsense makes the most sense, When I'm with you."

ISA

The Reapers and His Scythe

After a while,
A very long time,
These Creatures chased me down.
They were born in black,
With laughing skulls,
And poison upon their skin.

Colors worshiped them,
Deep Greens,
And Golds and Silvers,
For they gave birth to Kings,
And Rulers,
Who In turn gave birth to them.

Love and kindness went out a ways,
When these Men were born unto the world.
Unrespected except in fear,
They drew upon their choices,
To give them strength,
And comfort,
Found from no one else.

Their Scythes all different,
But Scythes the same,
They drew upon Death,
And his madness,
To save them from the day.

To all find a reaper-man,
Watch him as he grows,
The black cloak will find him,
And hug him tight,
The poison has yet to go.


"Wary is a person of fear who respects the fearful, And tired of Continuous Pain,
To keep his repect in turn."

ISA

A Brother and A Sister

I could start off with,
A list of their faults,
But none fit true to describe them,
As they have no faults,
Simply character,
True selves hiding behind them.

A normal girl,
Scared into her wits,
But Rationality she leaves behind her.

A Nice Young Man,
As Wrathful as Hell,
But with an angel there to guide him.

They live together,
Brutality and Insult,
Egging Each other on,
Until they fall on knives,
They both positioned under them.

Insane,
Inane,
Tormented by each other,
Unable and able to accept
Who and what they are.

When I met them,
I wasn't annoyed,
I wasn't embarrassed,
I wasn't ashamed,
I was sad,
Because I saw my own family in them.

I was Angry,
Antisocial,
And felt I would die,
As she felt the same,
A rotting pain,
And fear,
Of what the other brings,
And in my sadness,
I bottled my tears,
I buried my angers,
Shook off my fears,
And said to myself,
"Let's see what tommorow brings."


"Carpe diem, even if the day gets you down"

ISA

The Prison I Found

Like the woman,
And like the Man,
The child in between,
I found a fortress,
With the highest walls,
Darkness sewn in its seams.

Its Fear and Hatred,
Blind curiosity,
Driven by its makers,
Sloth and Apathy,
Greed born,
A imperfect pie to bake,
That is.

Its function fails,
In the end,
Nothing justifies the means.
For the world was born,
To live in it,
And nothing is as it seems.

If a design is protection,
Imprisonment is the flaw,
And if the world is Logical,
The flaw is ignorance,
To right these wrongs,
What we need is only but the magical.

Impossibility is cause,
To the twisted and insane,
To work the magic,
Brought about to cure those inane,
And Pointless,
Rituals of Rain.



I worked pretty hard on this one...See if you can figure out the riddle....

"There is only a fine line between Insanity and Genius, only marked by success and failure."
Albert Einstein.

ISA

The Child I Met (The Man and Woman's Child)

I came along a child,
Walking down the road,
Or should I say he came upon me?
The Woman given up on man,
Standing right behind him.

He was a very active child,
Moved from tree to tree to stone,
Always touching,
Always Sniffing,
What he doesn't know.

When they say curiosity killed a cat,
I knew it came from him,
For action is his method,
On the world in front of him.

The woman left long ago,
She seemed only for a second,
My mind brought briefly on her,
Then gasping back again.

It is simple how this story goes,
Though I backtrack for a second,
And this child's touch,
Brings along,
A many,
Varied,
Results.

A tree died,
And another grew,
And another split in half.
And The stones did thus,
Melt,
Split, and
Polish.

I had gemstones among the road of magma,
And a forest miles high,
But still did I love this curious child,
As much as I love Curiosity.



"Feel free to innovate, for no invention is new."

ISA

Sitting In The Sun

I'd like to say "I've 'been' awhile",
Or show off my experience,
But truth to say,
I don't know much,
And am young in my own ways.

But humility is,
A wonderful thing,
A fire in my belly,
That fills me and burns me,
To keep me moving on.

I have a little sister,
About as young as me,
But she doesn't stop,
Or smell the roses,
She's a busy, busy bee.

She stings and burns,
Nothing there to guide her,
My efforts to help,
Only land me in hell,
For she has been hurt,
By Many.

She listens to no one,
Not even her friends,
Her nature is to kill in the end.
I love her dearly,
But what can I say,
That will manage to help her on her way?

And as the sun strikes down on me,
Though I'm somewhere on the moon,
Maybe its because I'm sitting,
I guess it's time to move.


It is in people's nature to be active. Activity is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it is too much to handle. I recomend that when people start to criticize you, to listen to them, and to understand you are not perfect. It is because people move a little too much, that they get sloppy. Rest for a while, let inspiration come to you, and work to improve all you do. Everyone needs rest, and so will you, so try to get it.

"As my thought moves forward, I slow down. As I slow down, I improve all functions."

ISA

Dreams/En

I am responding to One of the people who questioned something on my first request post.

Dreams are the finding of Oneself, through Complex and often misleading and Illusional advice.
En is The balancing and Unbalancing of Seperate and Intricate Parts Of Oneself.

As both lead to and from, Thoughts and Physical Impossibilities, We find Ourselves in the realm of The mind. The Zen Path of Dreams Can Lead to many possibilities of self enlightenment. Most can find Natural talents and even their own predispositions in Dreams.

However Mastering Dreaming is Mastery of Oneself, An endless and often fruitless search, As when even if you do Master Yourself , You Never Master your dreams.

En studies Is a lot easier. It is a Self-Mastery, Of limitless possibilities. However it is not so easy.
It takes a lot of Hard work to Master Neutrality, and only one in every hundred or thousand of people. have any interest In developing En beyond the basic.  As shown by this site and efforts to locate it, even the knowledge of EN is Minor. And most develop an extremely simple deviation of en, and they rarely really focus on such En tasks, such as peacekeeping, Negotiation, And Even Relaxation (the job, not the action).  A masseur doesn't really focus on En either though.

Keeping balance is hard work, And several En-masters journey into what I will call Dreamland, A higher plane of thought. Navigating throughout the countless external and internal balances, exhausts even the most hardy soul. So En-masters will take several breaks and excursions to shift their focus onto another path, mainly Dreams.

SO dear writer, now that you know what Dreams have to do with EN, DO you have any other questions?

ISA

The Woman I Met (The Man's Companion)

I didn't see my boogeyman,
Or the Shadowman,
For long and quite a while,
But my next adventure,
The Woman,
And her Face,
Were equally quite disturbing.

"Its Not the Man,
But the mask he wears,"
My mother used to say,
Still does infact, As I see her,
Day to Day,
And nothing fits That Saying more,
Than this woman, I HAD to meet,
As Unfortunate events go.

Clothed in Gray and White And Pink,
The flowers rot behind her,
The stench that wafts in front of her equally or more
Appaling.
As with Shadow and Boogey, too,
This woman had 'it' there,
A feeling,
Quite Sickening,
And in a way,
Much worse than Fear.

She was looking for someone,
A straight jet face,
No Features to betray emotion.
She described In a way,
The Wraith of Fear,
In A sweet voice,
That Almost  broke the golem.

I figured it out,
At least I think,
NO words to describe the feeling,
Hate, Envy, Ambition,
Nothing comes close to her.

A Murderous rage comes over me,
A tide of green and black.
I struggle to control myself,
I fear I might really snap her neck.

I thought she might be bringing forth wrath,
But she was no personification,
Then I realized, Why her essence hurt,
She was the worst.
In Us.

ISA

The Waiting Game (Old Man OD)

On the road where I met the Man,
And on the road where I met some others,
My companions from memory gone,
We walked and walked and walked.

Eventually as all things Pass,
We came upon a traveler,
Resting upon a great big Oak,
So we walked and walked and walked.

We went Nowhere,
As all things go,
That Nothing can define and
So we walked and walked and walked.

It seems as though all the passing through,
Had whittled us down to the bare and base,
So we had to rest under a great big Oak, and the traveler was still there,
So we walked and walked and walked.

We got to the traveler again,
Exhausted and with torn up boots,
We could walk no more but neither wake the sleeping wrestler,
So we talked and talked and talked.

Somehow Acidion saw the traveler,
Open a wary Eye, and tried to make conversation,
But he would not answer,
So We talked and talked and talked.

Jean my friend had a pack of cards,
And offered to hold a game with this old man,
And he accepts,
And we play and play and play.

As all thing s go a game turns to a bet,
And gamblers all men are,  for life is sweet and we gamble even now,
But the old man had nothing to bet but his silence itself, and he lost quite a lot of it,
As we bet and bet and bet.

He told of his tale his vows of silence,
Till he learned to appreciate life,
For as the world ticked down and we saw the stars,
And the Passing Of the dawn.


ISA

The Stength I Possess

I moved a boulder,
With the barest strength,
The water holding it still.

It moved and turned,
All on its own,
But absent of any will.

My light touch,
Of great strength,
Moved my mountain of a hill...

Myself and Others,
Conquering all,
And any, Ill.


While I was in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, I saw a marvel. On one street corner, there was a five ton ball of steel or some other material running in one direction. A sign said it was possible to move it, despite its weight. Once I figured out the method to turning it, I told others, and they tried it as well. We all ended up enjoying ourselves.

"With one Will, and great cooperation, You can accomplish the greatest feats."

ISA

The World I Viewed

I Happen upon an open view,
Of Highest Mountains,
Of the deepest blue,
And a winding river,
Crystal clear,
Serpentine waves,
Green and New.

I loved this sight,
So clean and clear,
Held captive by,
This world a-new.

Eventually,
I'm forced to move,
Beyond this sight,
Of green and blue.


When you find something you enjoy, stay a while and apprecciate. What you can find is limited, by your will, patience, and imagination. Enjoy moments while they last, because they rarely happen twice.

"When you see something ordinary, stop and stay awhile. You will always learn, and always be astounded by what happens."

From around Knoxville, TN, and Inspired by Rock City, and Ruby Falls,

ISA

The Man I Met

Whilst on the road,
I met many,
Who were as dark,
Or light as me.

But I met one man,
Whose own Shadow,
Outgrew my own,
In more than one way,
An Expansion.

I feared and hated him,
For he was made of the stuff,
And not many were able to resist him,
They all ran away,
And he slaughtered the runners,
As was in his nature to do so.

There was no change,
No Primal force,
To subdue him,
Only me and my experiences before him,
Left me standing still.

He called to me,
Beckoned me to run,
For that was his engagement,
The rules that bound him thus,
To only be able to harm the fearful,
If that Fear overcame them.

Eventually he gave up on me,
And I wondered if he was willing to chat,
To explain his Modus,
His Operandi,
And how he came upon it.

I remembered Acidion,
And how he calmed down,
Once I talked to him,
But then I remembere he was part of me.

I realized,
Then,
He was working a magic,
An essence of himself,
On me, causing my fear to explode,
And the answers came to me.

Why he did this?
He enjoyed it so much, destruction was part of his nature,
What did he want?
That was simple. Alone, to be left all to himself.
How did he do this?
That alone was a surprise,
If it was part of his nature,
A natural magic,
Or part of his woe and spite.

I came to pity him,
This Man of Fear,
And admire him all the same.

Down on the log he decided to sit,
And a fine old chat we had,
Til we came to a bet,
That he proposed,
And yes, I did agree.

In the end, the bet, came to my win,
And his true form he showed me then,
A boogeyman,
A shapeless mass,
With Naught but fear inside.


"Don't let fear rule you, and overcome it with rationality, for nothing can come out right if you let go of your inhibitions."

ISA

Independance Day

We march forward, forward,
All the while,
The blood-red sun is at our backs,
And the fields we've left behind are colored black.
The war we've won with tragedy,
And death we've dealt to our own kin,
Is it worth the fight for freedom,
When our children laugh and mistrust?

Is it worth the fight for freedom,
When blasphemy and mental sin,
Are all the future holds?
Are these bloodstained skys,
Worth the trials,
That all lie ahead?

The slavery,
The movements,
Radicals even now,
Is insanity the price to pay,
For love, kindness and peace?


To many, Independance Day is a time to celebrate, whatever country won its independence from another country, often in war. It celebrates current freedom. But that freedom was EARNED. The day of independance is not meant to just celebrate our current freedom, but to mourn the costs of it. The fireworks and firefly all celebrate, the tragedy and joy, in the making of those days, and I urge those who have Independance days, to, on that day, not only set off your fireworks, or watch some if you prefer, but to set aside a candle, for all those who lost their lives, and liberties, In the wars that have taken place.

"Pity is but a fool's errand, True kindness, love and respect will last throughout ages."

ISA

Jean the Invisible

As I was walking down the road,
Color changed the world gone by,
But standing still,
My dear friend Jean,
Changed... along with it.

I noticed he seemed invisible,
To all the passersby,
It seemed none but I could see him,
Though he stood by their sides.

A wind blowed past and pitied him,
Closed in as,
A hurricane,
Till a flame stood in the way,
And colored and consumed him.

Now he didn't die,
But he never lived,
And for some, this,
Is rebirth,
But he turned around,
Walked back to me,
And continued his own way.


Never let society, police you as a wallflower. If you have something different about you, let it show, for no matter how bad you think it might be, not belonging to any norm, is what makes you an individual.

"Everyone is truly crazy, but the ones who don't admit they are, are worse off than the ones who do."

ISA

Purchase of a Sunny Day

On a day,
Quite the same,
Monopolize monotony.
The rain falls down,
In endless waves,
Giving way to Misery.

I went to a store,
Of specialty,
I thought to perk me up.
When on the ground,
I looked up high,
At the sky,
No monopoly.

I spoke to the shopclerk,
To purchase a potion,
And to brighten my day.
All she offered was,
A little respite,
Peace and something nice,
Only for a dollar's pay.

I was so cheered up,
I left with a thunder,
As heavy as I was that day.
To brighten the sky,
With the light of a sun,
And my Purchase of a Happy Day.


Never forget to be happy, at all, on any day. For when you are happy, you infect all others with the same joy. Some may not appreciate the joy you might try to spread, but by the simple act of being happy, it can brighten their moods. Be discreet though.

"Happiness is like a parasite when you try to spread it, but leave it alone and just let it be, and it is the worlds greatest cure."

ISA

Acidion the Golem

I once met a man,
Of Hardened,
Blackened fire,
As I wandered down a road,
Full of petty ire.

He yelled and jeered,
And called my name,
His tone was full of hate,
Of me and mine,
And his and mine,
And something about my mate.

I wandered over just to ask him,
How he knew my name,
And he replied,
So soft the sound did die,
"It was you that did create me..."

"I know your name,
Your favorite stone,
And how you love your wife,
Your mother's face,
Your father's tone,
And the deeds you've done to make me."

And as he and I explored,
The origins of his birth,
His acid tone,
And his obsidian face,
Start to look just like me.

So much so,
I caught myself,
Before I called him,
With mine own,
And asked him,
"What's your name?"

And he responded,
Quite sincere,
With a happy, cheerful smile,
"My name is no wonder,
Yes it's quite simple,
I'm Acidion."

And to respond,
As I did,
"My pleasure, Acidion."


You create your own irks and quirks, and if you don't control yourself, they can get out of control.
Try meditating on serenity and calm every morning for ten minutes before you get out of bed, I assure you, it will improve your day.

"Man is his own downfall, Not the devil."

ISA

Dragons

Today, I deliver a post, relating to my favorite creature. Dragons are majestic, imperial, and strong. They are also misunderstood by both sides of the globe. A dragon is supposed to be wise but vicious, brutal but understanding, you as dragons are a main symbol of En, I will present a poem about them rectifying there tragic misunderstood nature.


Roam the lands,
High in the sky,
Sweetly spending my time.
Down for a meal,
Then down for a nap,
No rhyme or reason define.

I'm simple,
But I give my advice,
Gathered from wisdom recieved from my year,
But where experience lacks,
And insanity slacks,
I rule my kingdoms with fear.

For in fear I find,
Insanity abides,
And people avoid my gaze,
They do what I want,
And live out there lives,
No need to kill large amounts and raze.

Down near the Earth,
I burn and I kill,
Falsely spread all my deeds,
But up in the sky,
Where nothing designs,
All of my loves and my needs.

I hope others pay real attention to this poem, and don't take me for a dragon loving buffoon. I recognize that the major half of western civilization used to make them out to be montrous fiends and the east makes them rulers, but nothing makes a dragon one thing or the other. I think that dragons, like all myths, share their natures with a real thing, that combines most of the mythological aspects. I also recognize that the ancients didn't know a lot of modern tendencies, but that didn't make them stupid.

"A thing is just an existence, without a description, but that doesn't make it any less real."

ISA

Father's Day Special

Hello, today is Father's Day. On this very specal day, we celebrate all fathers and grandfathers, for the wonderful gifts they've given us. And now, I present my gift in thanks for my grandfather and father. Here it is.


To find what's cool and not,
In the child,
The school that rots,
Looks to others,
The father the most,
To fix the chld,
No, it just wants to roast.

The trouble we bring,
Ending one day,
Is rarely something missed,
As his hearts' put to play.

For all that he's done,
We thank him thim this day,
Hes helped us along,
It's His turn this day.
Happy Father's day.

"The mother may be the birther, but the father is the helper, protecter, and nurturer."

ISA

Phoenix

Flying so high,
Up in the sky,
Existing for
A day. I die.

I burst into
Flames ashes to
Dust to egg and
Life, night and day.

A monotone,
I ease to drone,
On and on again.
 *        *           *

Majestic beauty,
I ponder the words,
As I look at you,

You have grace, fortune,
And love from the world,
You embody pride...

Itself all alone,
Can never compare,
Young Pheonix Wise and...

Best.



Pheonix's or Pheonixi are different depending on the mythology you look at, but all share common traits and characteristics. I wrote these poems thinking about the different Ideas you can find looking from different directions, and combined them into one that not only introduces both aspects of reality but seperate stylations of poetic art. I really hope people pay attention to this one and tommorows poem, for they have much do with the very fabric of EN itself.

"There are those who see one thing and think another, Then there are those who see two things and think of one, Last there are those insane people who see everything, but take sides, but who do you want to be?"

ISA

Important Notice

As the mark of the 200th view, the fact that I've mostly run out of ideas, and can barely remember some old lessons of mine, I urge you to please post in suggestions, questions, and comments, so I can continue posting. We have had a few postings at the sight whose questions have been answered, but no suggestions have been posted for this event. If no suggestions are recieved by this Friday, June 15th, the event will be canceled. I cannot continue to rack my brain for ideas that just will not come, it isn't healthy.

Good night,

ISA

Mango Grove (Man and The monkey)

Hiding among the trees,
The peerless fruit,
Of lasting greed,
Is pilfered by man's old creed.

Desire lasting, singing old songs,
In new ways, moldy growings,
Giving birth to ringing gongs,
And Patiently waiting.

He comes in and steals again,
And she takes back,
Always keeping and taking,
Till now as the simple ones start to give,
The earth grows again.

This monkey plays,
And fearlessly writhes,
In a dance of frenzy and fury,
Stealing from the Mango Grove,
To give back to the Earth again.

Don't wait to do something kind,
Just do it,
And pay no heed,
To those that would take away.


The World reacts to kindness, prefering shifters and movers, to removers. Respect your enviroment, and let natural things take progress without interference. Interferance in the natural process of acceptance and renewal, has always been greeted with distaste and dislike. You don't have to keep your opinions to yourself though, just don't let it interfere with anothers decisions. Acceptance is a part of life and nature, so try not to let fear rule you.  Unfortunately for Politicians today, they've let fear and desire seize them by the neck, and rarely do they do their jobs anymore.

"Let light lighten and be rewarded, block the shadow and be ruled by fear."

ISA

Crocodile

We hide,
And always attack behind,
Our predatory prey,
And even when we're outmatched,
We are still something to fear.

When you've got us by the throat,
We'll cry and get you then,
For it's in your nature,
To pity a passing trend.

Don't ever, ever,
Ever turn your back,
To us,
It's thus,
We will steal your tears.


Crocodiles are dangerous creatures, they will attack whenever they are hungry, and in a crocodile's case they normally are. Beware false tears for if you ever believe them, you have already lost the long run.

"To find the truth, look for facts. To find pity, look for lies."

ISA

Firefly blues

As nightime fills the air,
I flip my light,
Don't stop,
Please stare,
At the whirling pretty lights,
Of daily supper twilight.

I've got to mention right now,
It don't take but a second,
To fill the air,
So bright, no aires,
Of me, my sons, and friends.

As the sun takes us to the end,
Of our faithful day,
We've got to move,
Get up and groove,
To end this fateful day.



To our funky friends, the fireflies, thanks for helping us end our day in a most cheerful way. It reminds us that even in death, you can find some happiness.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Satisfaction is in the hands."

ISA

Serpent

Slither,
Slither,
Through the walls,
Count on us to kill them all,
Our prey is all that we do seek,
Upon our very shortened week.

We laze about and sleep all day,
And come up when night to play,
Forever seeking our dear heat,
An easy path sought out to seek,
For we Slither, Slither our dear runes,
With the cosmic sign of lune.

Greedy, Avaricious day,
Slight of hand, our poker play,
Vicious and most Proud too,
We fear the color, hour most blue,
Wrathful, Vengeful, Stomach in knots,
Intellegent wisdom with which to wraught,
The ending hour we fought and lost.

Good thing we are patient too.


Don't really have anything to say with this one, may find something one day, but for now, enjoy.

ISA

Jellyfish

I float and float,
Float away,
The limits of,
Any mocking-jay.

Your sky my sea,
Clouds are waves,
Company free,
To sieze the day.

Not so clever,
Unlike you,
Who perch upon,
The lightest bow,

I regard my fall,
As I regard my rise,
As asanine I,
Free to feel at rest as,
I move about more.



My jelatinous friend the jellyfish has no cares in the world. Unlike birds it shifts only by ocean currents. It almost seems to have no free will or life of its own. Bu he has the same freedom as a butterfly, perhaps more.

"For he has no more cares in the World, he is at rest."

Take some time off and relax when you feel stressed out. Even if its only for a few days, it is always unhealthy to work yourself to your limits. Respect your body, but not too much, as....

"There is always a 'too much' for everything"


ISA

Bear

Hello on today, May 30, with a special post.

Somebody had asked me to do a post on Animals. So with yesterday, until July 3, I will do a Special post on an animal per day and I will do a post July 4th on my favorite animal, for a superspecial Independance Day Double poem. Feel free to send in suggestions on that days post, and I might choose one for the next day. Here is today's "Bear."



Striding,
Careless,
Confining,
What we think of bears.

Peerless,
Stronger,
Fearful,
What we feel of bears.

Brittle,
Useless,
Ego,
Ourselves around the bears.

"Figure it out."

ISA

Mockingbird

Hello screaming mockingbird,
I sing for you, I sing for you,
I sell my song of pain to you,
Just for you, Just for you.

To mock my downfall, and,
Be true to you, Be true to you,
To hear my pain sung back to me,
Just like you, Just like you,

I realize I don't need any more,
Songs from you, Songs from you,
I've found myself and in Sorrow no more,
Unlike you, Unlike you.



Bullying works both ways, and when you bully someone you're just voicing your opinions and hopes on the person, who all you want is to stand up for themselves. A bully only bullies, because they're locked out away from the group, whether its because they don't understand soething right away, or they don't have capacity for understanding positive emotions, or the most common, just not having the same tastes as the majority. Mockingbirds are only the starting point of serious bullying, as its not the bully's immediate fault for doing what he/she does, typically, but bullying is the majority trying to find a scapegoat. Real bullying is never starts out physical, it is the emotional need to pry open a person psyche, toy with it, and put it in on the wrong roads. The only ones who become physical bullies are those with the potential of a conqueror. I can't really explain it, but a friend of mine used to be bullied, he completely turned the bullying around on his own, and continuosly got in trouble for bullying, while he was standing up for my and others emotions. he was a black shep of his family, and had problems everywhere he went. But he always stood up for what he believed in, whether it got him in trouble or not. HE is who this poem goes out to, and whether he seesit or not, I want him to know that I really respect what he did for me and others, albeit in his own unique way.

"A flower that blooms but once every thousand years, is a thousand times prettier, than one that blooms every day, even if, it only blooms for a little while."

ISA

Age

Age is relavent to how we feel. Depending on how old we feel we are, we make differentvarying sets of choices. We ignore good advice, pay attention to spirituality, and even reminisce about things that could have happened only a month ago.

What I'm saying is that the young can feel old, and the old can feel young, depending on their outlook. If, for say, an eighty year old man watches cartoons, like tom and jerry, just for instance, feels young by doing so and remebering his youth, why don't others like him dong that? (If anyone who reads this is confused by who or what type of person i mean by others, i am referring to the stereotypical 40-year old socialite) It is because in thier viewpoint childish, and it makes them feel very old. The problem with what the person does, (retirement homes, insane-asylum, nursery home, cutting him out of the family), is that none of that is necessary.

When we get to the age, where we can feel our own age or others, is a point where we become selfish. We want to think of the best and age just isn't part of that group. NOBODY wants to feel old, or nostalgic, it gives a great pain that touches our souls in a profound way. When we feel age, we feel Death knocking at our door, ready to take us to whatever is next, whether it be another life or just void.
It scares the smallest of our young, in the primal cores of our being, just being near death, and at how easily it catches us.

To love thyself, to expect the best from oneself, and not because we want to please others, is the only way to combat our selfish, egotistical, maniacal and illogical inner natures. I say this because true love and respect for oneself is not easily found, and I wish for all people to have a chance to give to one another and become what we feel is holiest of holies, a true loving man.


"Man's innermost nature is dark, but what is dark but the shadow of light."

ISA

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers and grandmothers who happen to view this page today.  This world wouldn't be what this world is today without them. A grand quantity of the people of this earth would either no longer exist or blow to smithereens this very instant if someone wished that mothers never existed and that wish came true. And I am sorry to the ones who view this post as morbid, afterall I want to attract more people than just mothers to my posts, and to moms everywhere this post will get better soon.

To celebrate Mothers Day, I am going to create two special, one of a kind Poems dedicated to mothers everywhere, but especially to my Mother and Grandmother, today. Enjoy


MOM

Special thanks,
For what youve done
For giving birth to me.

For giving love,
And happiness,
To me in months of Spring.

For all the year,
The support,
And things you bring,

To graduate,
And to spread my wings
I wish great love to you.


Grandmother

Support,
Moral and Non-physical,
I wouldn't get by without you,

My beliefs and happiness,
No wrong you taught me to do,
Even in my doubts, you told me to,

Pass away my evils,
Throw away my vice,
Support my moral guiding point,
Give it all my might.

Thank you.



And with these poems I hope they will find, my thanks and love fo them.

Happy Mothers Day

ISA

Requests for Posts

I don't believe I mentioned this before, but if anyone who visits this site would like me to give my opinion or produce work on a certain topic, feel free to post your idea/s in the comments below. I am also repeating my request for others to post their ideas, opinions, and work/poetry on the site, as long as it is appropriate, as in, not offensive to any race, religion, culture, or insulting of another post on my site. I don't approve of any form of cyber-bullying, and rudeness isn't typically refreshing. Try to accentuate the positive/negative without being to aggresive.

Also all posts on this site are subject to being looked after by me before they are seen by others, if I find ANYTHING wrong with your posts, I will not allow it to be seen, and I will give a strong warning to you, before, I ban  you from this site...

But other than moralistic and legal principles that state I have to warn you before I do anything, I really would appreciate it if more people would post on my site.


Happy Mothers Day

ISA

The Shadowman

Merrymaking and merry-be,
The Shadowman who lives in thee,
When he's had his fill of fun,
He burns, HE burns, The light of the Sun.

His joy is rotten,
His taste gone sour,
The selfpity in him,
The Soul turned Dour.

Emotionless from beginning,
He sees the world in grays and greens,
Sorrow rings from that empty point,
But nothing is there,
A falsehood appoint.

He lives in secrecy,
In the shadows of lies,
His physical self naught but disguise.

He lives in the moment,
Rotting away,
This poison is him,
And it kills him each day.

To be the Shadowman,
He sold and he sold,
Till nothing was left,
Save for the rational bold.

The cynic,
The Deathless,
The children,
Are he,
Shadowman and torment
Are all that he brings.

But the day he dies is never and varied,
He made himself poison,
His Anger, his Creed.

The Shadowman made himself, through rage and loss. He sold the very thing worshipped in present society, and through the events that followed,turned himself into a living corpse, someone rotting from the inside. Self-control is a very important thing to be had. If not for that we as a species would have killed ourselves off from our own emotional poison long ago. Without the understanding of all emotions man has made itself great by teaching others of his kind things they would not learn on their own. Fear, Wrath, Sorrow, Joy, Love, And Peacefulness. Though I desperately wish I could discredit the fifth, Even the cynics such as myself, have to agree that it is one of the most important emotions in our society. But what I must say is that through the aforementioned, many great sights can be seen, but with fair warning, do NOT attempt to cause any two of those emotions to exist at the same time within someone you care about and love. It is a horribly painful experience that cannot be healed. With my little experience I must say, do not create a Shadowman, as, like parasites and viruses, it tends to spread.

"With Control, Man has no equal, Without, He is nothing more than the ape of his ancestors."

Sorry I don't remember exactly where the quote came from but I hold no ownership of this particular quote directly above this line, as it is intended, on my site, for intellectual stimulation.

Signed

ISA

Sun

The Sun has brought us many good things, such as photosynthesis, life, light, and even warmth. However it has also brought drought, starvation, and rage.  It is a constant reminder of innocence, respect and goodwill lost to those who deserve it and would bring it to others, had not something happened to them, that they have done to others. To others it is a symbol of joy, happiness, liberty, and wealth, and had not those sides opposed one another so rigorously, I would not have had a lot of the inspiration given to me because of it.

To me, and to the followers of En, the Sun is a symbol of taking a side.Gray entities are preferred even though we'd prefera better word for it, because we dont even want to choose a color to represent us.No rainbows, no sunshine, no darkness, no hate. This line we inhabit is constantly at war with itself, as we enjoy the presence of all sides. The ridiculousness of taking meaning in simple acions baffle us, we deal with the complex, as in why do no sides but ours want to accept each other, why must perople fight so vigorously for their beliefs, why and how did love and hate and anger and greed even come about, where did fear come from, how did anyone even think it up, and why do we feel something when we say that word, when there was no reason for it and it didn't exist.

Don't let fear, ignorance, and tyranny conquer your lives, live to except, but not everything, and love thy neigbour as one would love thyself. Even though it's formarilly christian even Zennists have to respect that saying.

Fooled me once foul on you, Fooled me twice foul on me.

Signed

ISA

Signature

Everything leaves a signature for what it is, no matter if it be human, culture, or otherwise. Recognizing that signature and what it stands for is one of the epitomies of enlightenment. To recognize your own work and others for their quality, style, and form is a gift that can only be learned with experience and humbleness. A persons true writing will not always look, but be and feel the same as any of his/her other works, to the person who has accumulated enough experience. With those skills of observation (a key element of EN), a person can even recognize another's work in any writer. You can tell what a person has done, what they will do, and who they are simply by looking and comparing facts, such as a scrape on the palm of your hand to the way you hold yourself when you walk. There are always enigma, but with the skills bought by observation and experience, you can rarely go wrong. The only key fact of observation to truly keep as a countermeasure to what I have taught in this paragraph, is to remember, there are limits and variables to every question and fact.


There are plenty of sides to every story, we only think about two, because that is the way it is easiest to keep track of it.


Signed,
ISA


  

Blinded

I was blinded,
Staring into the sun,
At all the truths who would come,
To me.

I was blinded,
Opening my eyes in the sea,
To Clarify my views,
To me.

I was blinded,
By Closing my eyes to the Shadows,
To annul my fears,
To me.

I was blinded,
By Opening my eyes to see,
The light of the world around me,
And Only.
To me.


"Only by acceptance can we truly see all the things that were meant for us, As is, The Light and The Shadow."

ISA

Poetry + reqests

Poetry is a dear love of mine, and I intend to share it on this blog, and you are welcome to share your work as well. However, I will accept no breach of the law. If you intend, or are found in the intent or act of plagiarizing someone's work on this site, you WILL be BANNED.

Poetry has quite a lot to do with En and Dreams.  It helps you realize your own Path, and does the same for others. It is a direct connection from your mind to the rest of the world, and equalizes a great many things. I believe that it was also a reason why America is as great as it is today. If not for Poetry, Music, and Literature, a large sum of the expressed views today, would never have been accomplished. People's Sorrows, Joys, And Indignations have a lot to do with our future. If you ever find yourself in the position or intent to write or speak, do so for it will influence something and someone somewhere, even if you do not get credit for what you think you deserve. Like Poe, Macchiavelli, Dante, and Martin Luther King Jr., or even Shakespeare, just influencing tommorow, is one of the greatest rewards. But be careful, part of the reason all of these writers I have just stated have been unhappy, is because like all great things, the time you make your decisions are very important, or they will come back to bite you.


One of the greatest decisions of all, Indecision is not only cowardice, but courage.

Signed, ISA

Anger and En (relativity)

Anger and En are quite similar. They both have pathwise relationships that are forged through certain reflective decisions. However, Anger is only a small decision in relativity to En, which is the very decision of path-making that attempts to realize a perfected status quo. And although Anger takes this relationship, it also has another as one of the key decision-elements that helps toward status quo.

Equality is the realization of seeking perfect imperfection among all sides, while at the same timeseeking only for the best for oneself.

Signed ISA

Anger

Anger is a ballast to most people. It can hold us in our time of need, and push us to do the things we always wanted but never tried, such as writing a book or even producing music. Anger can do may thing for us, but letting it have its way with us, that's the thing we mortals can't accept. There are many ways we've tried to deal with it, we burned it out, we used it, we threw it out of us, but it always came back. Do many people know why? Yes, it is because it is not an outside entity, we make it ourselves. Yes, quite an ironic twist, but it is true, we make it, and it, in the vast majority of the time when we use it, or even let it out of our control, (giving up on holding it, (the smart thing to do)), it attempts to destroy us. But that is because we don't understand anger. Anger is a destructive force, and the only ones who have ever had success at controlling it, know that, holding the answers in our face the whole time. "Since anger is destructive, let it destroy our enemies, and divert the little that is left over to the creative inspirations for our people."

Has anyone who has ever used this method gone wrong? Yes. but it is the best way. And it is present in the teachings of many martial arts, and even in the symbolisms of Asia. The Tao balance mark Yin and Yang, or Evil and Good, (written in order,(yin is evil and yang is good)), is but one of the "accepted" as proof  to the methods, and to represent En as well is a wonderful thing. Allthough, this post was about a way to deal with anger that empties it for a long while, it does have a vast majority to do with En, though I'll save that information for my next post.

"The only line between insanity and genius, is marked by successes and failures" Albert Einstein

Signed ISA

Path of En (Formal Introduction)

Hello my name is Ikion. I would first like to introduce myself and this website's purposes. Path of En is a site dedicated to Zen, more particularly a path of Zen dedicated to neutrality. En, in fact, is neutrality. Neutrality is the willingness to take sides without actually taking sides, as in the conflict of the natural decision making process. Accepting that you are one of the lowest and the highest beings on this great "Green" Earth, Terra Firma, to others, is the first step on following En. If a person cannot believe both, but only one of those two choices, out of his/her infinite number of choices, then he/she/it is pre-determined for some kind of failure. As a follower and master/student of En, you can believe me when I say that you don't "need" to believe in Zen, or any other religion, or even no religion to believe in a path, even the one I have chosen for myself. En accepts all religions, the absence of one, and no religions, all at the exact same time. We are willing to accept all things as the Plural Individuals, that every human on this Earth, has the right to accept as a part of themselves.

 Even Chaos has an Order.

Signed,
 ISA