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Source and Curse
Walking upon a rugged path, wondering, listening to the foreign sight...
A crossroad comes, beckoning new beginnings... two paths that call for
resolution, but to what end?
A mist surrounds my being, grabbing and tossing my mind...
It is a mist of confusion,
A mist of violence,
A mist that hides all truth, until the essence become as dust.
All men search for the key, an essence that can neither be owned nor given,
The key of mending and truth...
I have found this key, hidden within my being... within my mind,
for long has it illuminated my path, and shown me the resolve and truth for each of the Crossroads.
But now a new challenge comes,
thrusting into my mind,
Corrupting my essences with its cruel lies...
My key illuminates my path, but of the cross... I cannot not tell...
I only can only move onwards.
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I cannot regret past mistakes... I cannot ride along and forget. For my past is my furture, and to ignore it shall forever blind me from truth. Today of all days, my fortitude peels upon itself... and my vision is clouded with regrets of past mistakes.
Hollows Eve has come, and my mind becomes bland and colorless. For I can no longer see beyond this hollowing night...
- Allenda Vena
September, 14
Today, I struggle to find my way. Days go by without remorse, without incident... I struggle to find a path, the light that guides the people towards a better tomorrow... A mist clouds my way, and what awaits me, I still do not know. Perhaps this is yet another key, one I must find... one to help me towards renewed answers.
- Allenda Vena
Today I have the feeling that I shall succeed in my day. A blissful day is at hand here within the Emerald Valley, and I will do as I must to make it the vanguard to my renewed resolve.
- Jonathan Fix
Today, I have made a choice. One that is to affect my daily life. Today I shall continue onward with life. Forgetting the meaningless fidgets and woes of my past. I shall explore the new direction. Letting not one moment be wasted upon meaningless tasks.
- Allenda Vena
Today my 'Blood-Presure' spiked highly. Even now it is hard for me to concentrate. This has been continous since I have started on my diet. I cannot eat much anymore, and what I do eat could only be considerd 'Junk-Food' by respectable people. I feel my sense of belonging shaking at it's fondations. For today, I push forward; hoping that the enlightenment of balance will guide me to better.
Jonathan Fix
March 2, 2012
Feb. 27
Today I have gone into collage for yet another week. Finishing one of my two classes today, I sit on the second floor of the library reading and playing a few online browser games. Evony, Mafia Wars and so on have become a haven for me to express my emotions and relax. Tonight is to still come, until then I have unexpected questions about my mathimatics and Effective Learning.
Balence guide me to a better future...
- Allenda Vena
February 23,
I have finished my daily routine of collage. Yet, I continue
to ignore my responsibilities... Every day, every moment of my life seems to be
dull. In normal circumstances I would break away from my routine. However, now
that I have and receive such high standards for education, I am not motivated,
and one false move from my routine could in fact spell disaster for both myself
and my family.
I now pray in contemplation to the 'Oversoul', the web of
life. And look back upon insight of the prophets. Souls of heaven, spirits of
past, grant me the enlightenment, the gift of Palatine.
- Jonathan Fix
The Cross Road Resolve
Passage, Passage; away we head.
Argue, fight; there is no end.
The fork comes, a ridged path, the blatant
Road beats no more.
Passage, Passage; away they head,
On a ridged road we tread.
Allenda Vena
Time Mends All Wounds
A Balance, a truth, may contain; corruption or
honor,
peace or war,
or the Human Heart.
Never has it beaconed the end, nor faded in time.
For ‘Balance’ favors time, and time favors truth.
A never ending void in a world of wonder.
Though the ‘Human Heart’ may conflict; though ‘Balance’
may tilt,
time shall heal, and mend these wounds.
Shall so be it, till the end of days,
or ‘God’ wills such new beginnings.
Allenda Vena
