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Jonathan Fix, 31 october 2013

Source and Curse

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.

And then thundering claps upon the wondering mind, an idea appears... Though the key is my essence, there shall always be a source.

A source of creation,
A source of mind,
A source of time...

The greatest power man may ever have,
the greatest power may ever wield...
It curves around, gnawing upon our souls... corrupting us and the key.

The mist begins to clear... a heading appears, and a new door opens.
For it is in these moments... that I understand our trustiest goal...

The greatest power is not our will to move,
The greatest power is our will to search and discover...

For wisdom is the greatest ally and the fiercest curse we may ever face...

- Allenda Vena

(Post-Notice)
Source and Curse is an up and coming poem... It has yet to be trimmed, edited, or revised. However, due to the lack of activity on my account, I saw it wise to post it prematurly.

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Jonathan Fix, 24 february 2012

The Cross Road Resolve

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

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Jonathan Fix, 24 february 2012

Time Mends All Wounds

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

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