Live Forever in the Present

The winds billowed calmly like the grounds of a false good ending.

Injured leaves swayed in the wind dancing to the angel's choir for the living.

Midnight dark windows clinging to the remnants of a simple state of being,

Every object there was once illuminated but now darkness is eating.

It was cold but the warmth of a cosmic fire set balance to all.

Set silently sulking in sound grounds a tree now a sparse fragment of its call.

Clinging to what few leaves the tree had left slowly it became deliquescent,

Here the introduction to the snow will soon be upon us,

All things now must be relished before it is swept by the falling crystals,

Now is silent and peaceful like the calm before the storm like it was before,

Give every moment of life your all until it falls to dust like all things beautiful,

Everything beautiful must die and shall rebirth again like patterns of spirals.

An angel's anatomy alive in all abiding aborigines among polygons.

Nine circles waiting under, when it overflows takes us where no one knows.

Do you see how you play around in the dark and fall into a trap, no no.

After all things die, gone not forgotten, then the planets fell to dust,

Love camouflages under strife or other matters, let there be more.

Live now before lonely departs after you or enter space station level 7.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

A Kings Throne of Hubris and Bathos

Kill the children that was the rule.

Those who had been selected were ordered to watch the crept,

Would face a tattered bible.

Will evil people ever hearken to law?

God is his command,

The rebel dies to wash away their sins.

Holy and magical stones ready to meet.

Gone is the commander,

Now their soldiers fight.

Offer the children to him and bow,

Lizard why fear me,

Do you know who I am,

Mors is my name, I am your god.

His need wander aimlessly might die.

Relentless Chase Until Insanity

The tree in the dark meadows, its many eyes watching the stars,

Its branches intruding towards the heavens ripping into the skies,

The fruits of shining like stars, far, far away and out of grasp,

Those who chase these stars may never return, yet they fly,

People fly beyond limits without ever letting their minds catch up,

They fly for a single treasure, the greatest treasure, of anything,

So fly children of the night, indulge in your greed, and prosper for all to see,

As those who watch discourage you from afar without knowing the struggle,

You still fly without discontent for a young child you do not fear death nor failure,

As being able to die happy thinking of your life and never giving up is true happiness,

So revolt against death by accepting it and welcoming it with a genuine smile,

They may say it's absurd but no matter the situation there is always a perspective to smile,

Eat of the tree's fruit as it is the fruit of your labor and indulge in the greed of your heart,

Attain the wish so many others envy without ever knowing the struggle it took to attain,

They may say you're just lucky but you laugh children of the eternal night,

So go forth young child and become the legend that can smile no matter what.

What We Know to be Every Part Without Me

Who am I to myself, when I think of me to myself,

I may list all parts of the physical form, yet it changes,

Who am I if I'm not my body, my mind nor my dreams,

My mind changes in behavior for me than me when I was a mere child,

My dreams now differ from before I started this journey,

Where is the individual in I, I am not unique in any regard or is it that it isn't there?

Is my life a lie, a metamorphic scheme, an illusion of self or am I just blind to the truth?

Who is the one who does and the one who observes, which one am I if I am one whole, what is the truth?