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