Wisdom

Simon was visited by his Aunt and Uncle along with his Grandparents evey day since awakening. Mrs. Macvey who was always with him, looked very stressed and Simon had never seen his mother so tired and emotional before. Along with relatives, a constant stream of doctors would visit him at random hours every day. He was gradually filled in on what had happened. About six months ago he passed out in the back of the car, his mom didn't notice untill they stopped at the hospital for his check-up. Simon winced when he heard this part, imagining his mom crying and thinking he was dead while the paramedics arrived. The whole ting sickened him. Emergency surgery was performed as quickly as possibly but the doctors didnt know if he could make it through the night. As he lay there in the PICU his pulse dropped dangerously low, and for a couple minutes the machines record show no pulse at all, and if that wasn't strange enough (this was where the doctors explaining this to him began to get confused and mumble) an unexplained fire broked out right outside his door. The fire damaged the life support machines and yet no one could explain how he was still living.
A couple of days later, he was visited by the hospital Psychologist. The doctor asked him a few questions on how he was doing, Simon explained that he was glad he was alive and was very confused. The short answer seemed to satisfy the psychologist, who seemed in a hurry, and so he hurridly told Simon that,
"If he ever wanted to talk, me or any other pyschologist are ready to listen."
Simon thanked him and he left.
That night he dreamed a peculiar dream. He was standing across from a person who had a mask of a fox on their head. The person evidently was a girl as she was also wearing a long red skirt. She drew close to him, took his hand and then turned to walk up a hill. He followed, mysteriously drawn to the girl. When they reached the top, the girl spread her hands to show him a valley. He looked and there was hundreds of silver and white figures fighting. When he looked closer, he noticed that the silver beings seemed to shine inheritly while the white ones were only white. He noticed that the war was being fought with medieval weapons, he could not see the faces of the silvers because of the brightness. As for the whites, they wore faces that seemed nice to look upon, for a second, and then it sent a chill down your spine and fear would strike. Simon turned towards the girl, searching a meaning only to find the mask not on her face. She had a straight brown hair and a young pretty face with freckles on her nose. Her eyes were the color of old green and brown, like wise seaweed. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear:
"Job once said 'The price of wisdom is above rubies'."
Then she kissed him on the cheek and he awoke in his hospital bed. More confused and at peace then he ever had been in his entire life.

interesting
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movie link removed due to corruption of the world

stupid land?

your majestiy, i plead my case before you, the court of the heavens. i plead my case for the hundreth time.
what good are lungs if one cannot breath? what good are eyes if one cannot see? what good is life if it cannot be lived? unless this is a temporary punch in the stomach that will return to normal after a couple of deep breaths.. but would any normal person try to breath if they were not promised relief? im lost, utterly lost. i do not believe you could inflict such plague just for some lesson...some plan.. what kind of plan is this that one is tormented? that would make you a greek god, a roman god... a god who toys with his minnions for fun and amusement.. you are not that God. if you are there....which i know you are, please make it evident with some divine intervention.. some divine healing of my soul.. im like a near-dead tree found in the middle of a ghetto.. with string and plastic strewn around its branches which are cut and broken.
you promise flight with the eagles ..i feel like ive been bitterly betrayed, no help in sight..every hope of some recovery has been thrown to the ground and set fire too.. my troubles are too many to count, i try to cover my eyes and repeat to myself your promises.. but the hands that were covering now ache with no strenth left in them..why do you insist on me living in misery. indeed i am not even the worst, and i know it..there are no 'buts' or 'ifs'. my spirit will not admit defeat, i ask you. since you are with me, please show me whether if have been defeated, for then i will wait upon your swiftness.. if i have not been defeated.. then please save me. dear lord save me, because i cannot bare more.. you might think i can.. but anymore and my Will, will wane,,
im tired of pleading..when you will show me your pleasure?

mishalora bloakar piahglor miasom/mei?

infinnity, uncertainty

the night before last I startled myself with a conclusion I dont think I'll share, and I dont know how to explain, anyways.. really. It actually makes what I know more beautiful, seemingly. :)

i sincerely hope that all i hold inside will be put too good use, made into song- or into story.. its all begining to be so old, im sad, im lonely..
waiting for that star dust person who wont care about things ive naught- who'll love me and help guide me, write stories- hold hands and listen to music.
or maybe im a monk whos destined to serve my Lord, bummer He cant hold my hand or whisper "everythings alright"

Crows

i have a fascination with crows..i dont know why, maybe its because their thought as evil..what with the being european version of a vulture and always eating seeds on farms....i find myself attracted to them for some reason.. anyways here are some pictures i took from deviantart.com ..these are some pics which captured me, ablazed my mind..i feed off of images like this.. taking it in and then feeding back by weaving it like gold strands into a part of my story..
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hehe..crows and a scarecrow

this one is called "Gaze" and rightly so.. just by staring at this i start thinking about who this person is and about their life..

lol this fits PERFECTLY into my story.. this is like fuel

another face..another life.. another story..

..more..

Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

dunno how i skimmed over and didnt see this one.. on Keira's advice looked it up. really really like this writing.

Shakespeare's Sonnets

17
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If i could write the beaty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say "This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces."
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched meter of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive at that time
You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.

18
Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Maym
and summer's lease hath all too short a date.
sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
BUt thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose ossession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

19
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws.
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, wift-fotted Time,
to the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But i forbid thee one most heinous crime,
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen.
Him in they course untainted to allow,
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Point of Life

God created life, earth, man- He created us to live in beauty. To live in simpleness and perfection-no need for meaning. But man decided he was not content, he yearned to live in perfection that was created by himself, not God. We live in a society where everything MUST have a meaning, a purpose, a point. Behind everything we do, inherent lies our will to create our own perfect surroundings. Sitting around wondering what the purpose of life is- is useless, waste of time. dumb.

i really am going crazy.

Music of the Night

Simon woke up to the song of peace. Soothing, eternal peace flowing through his body. The song was not composed of sound but of something which no human would be able to explain. Opening his eyes, he noticed that it dusk with very little light filtering through the trees. As his vision adjusted he saw that he was staring at a shabily dressed, long haired horribly ugly man scattered his thoughts to the point where he would have screamed. Instead he found he could not utter a noise. He could hear no other sound besides the singing. Simon noticed the ugly man staring at him with concern.
"Do not be afraid, Simon, you are safe."
He heard the man speak but did not see his lips move and hundreds of thoughts rushed through his mind.
"Where am I."-"Whats with the music?" "I'm not afraid. Why aren't your lips moving? How do I hear you? Why are you holding me and who the hell are-"
"Calm yourself and your thoughts! I am Velaho and I stand in the presence of God. The music you are hearing are psalms and praises being sung to our LORD. This forest is a stronghold, an island in the sky, a sanctuary for souls who are in need of rest. I am holding you because your soul has been separated from your body and it would be dangerous for me to let go."
"Am I dreaming, what does thig guy mean by my body being separated from my body. Island, stronghold? This sounds familiar, he's saying almost the exacts same things Gabriel said to Mary. What the-"
"Calm yourself! Your thoughts are your words. Everything you think I hear."
Looking at Velaho this time, Simon said as if he were shrugging.
"Oh well, if I'm dreaming, I might as well play along. Sir Velaho what is thy command?
Velaho gave an exhasperated look to Emerlo and Breck both who were invisible to Simon. Breck had heard enough of the boys dubiety. A bright flash and he was clothed in white armour with shield in one hand and fire in the other. Simon gaped and was suddenly humbled. His mind rambled frantically.
"I am the LORD's servant. I will be silent. Dear God please forgive me. I will not doubt your messengers again."
A blur of colors and pitch black again. Simon opened his eyes to a hospital room. Joyous cries sounded around him as he opened his eyes. Familiar faces, family faces, a doctor smiling. A whisper in his ear.
"We are here and we stand in the presence of God."

champagne supernova by oasis

lot of pain and discomfort this morning, really.. miserable..
wishing is miserable too..at least to me it hasnt been friendly
mmmm

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high