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