Touch Me Not!
Rain of Pain
A Prison of Nothing
Emptiness and Thought
Feeling of Unreal Steel
Saga of a Knight andf Lady
What good is a good man when a women can kill him over a word. what good is communacation when someone believes you are a deciever. What good is it to open your heart, when all it will do is let someone in to kill you. What good is it to walk a road of peace, when all it brings you is war. What good are the weopons of man, when a women can kill you with a thought. what good is it to hold out your hand, just to get it slaped, what good is it to open your eyes to see when it is always dark. what good is it to open your mind, only to have it taking over by love, what good is it to feel good when others think you are not. what good is it to be good when you are not. what good is there in good, when the world is bad.
what good is it to show a smile to have it become a frown, what good is it to tell someone your dreams to have them stolen, what good is it do this time after time just to die, what good is it to let in the light when it is blocked by pain, what good is it to show yourself , just to be hated, what good is it to to say hi , when all they say is good bye.what good is it to spead peace when all you know is war. what good is it to fight a war to gain peace , when it leads to more war, what good is it to come here to die, to find life ,and die again.
Chapter 2
You reach out a hand to get slap, so you can put it out agian to have it kissed
You open your mind to let in the truth so you know what it is
You share your dreams so another may dream with you
You smile to make another person smile
You feel good and it becomes better
You let in the light so you can see the path
You open the door to let someone in
You say good bye so you can say Hi
You show yourself to be loved
You die to live again even better
You do all this so you can take the next step
I do all this to be who I am.
Saga of A Knight and A Lady will be a story and as long as I can, I will continue to write it.
CHAPTER 3
From The Lady
What is the power inside a woman's body and soul?...
Where is my anger? My rebellion? The biterness of the words in First Chapter? Did my heart reborn to the light?... no...it is still the same old heart!
Was it the pitty in your comments that heeled my ashes? ... no scars in my skin, and yet... I can feel no more pain! But,no pitty can take us out of our self-compassion!... No people surrounding us can fill the emptiness of a broken heart! Was it the criticism of others, that give me strength to get up?...No way! It only made my madness growing... more hate... to distroy and self-distroy!... What was it than that made me come back to my soul, that made the sky blue, the wind blow again?...
My Lady is back!... In fact she was always there, I just was blind with my own anger! She walked through the crowd, with a smile in her face, that took out all the pain, looked me in the eyes with her soul, and I could see!... gave me her hand and I could stand up!...
My Lady is back!... in fact she was always there, I just couldnt figure that out!... she hold me in her arms, hugged me till my soul was inside of me!. And the birds start singing, the sky turned to blue... and she whispered in my ear the formula to heel my pain "I love you"
What is the power in a woman's body and soul that makes us whisper, our heart beat, and life be worth to be lived? (Is there a sourcer inside you?...)
I dont know what is the power inside her... but ... My Lady is back!... And there is nothing like a woman to make us reborn to life!
What is it for to be living without a Lady to love? My final question to you....
Nice to see the story ends showing you as you realy are: a human being... with doubts, anger, heart, soul... with the right of being mistaken. Which of us was never blinded by our own suffering? Independently of being a man or a woman, who has never been in daubt with his own feelings, or the feelings of somebody else? Only the ones who never lived a "Love Story", can plea not knowing the so called "minour feelings"... ! So, the one who never did, can throw the first stone...
The Story has only just begun
Chapter 4
A Question to myself from The Lady
Can I know Love in a Lady so Far?
Love is a word that comes to easy to say.
It falls from lips as water from rain, never real
But I see love in the sky, is it real. I feel its pain
do I say the word or pull it back to use in the sun
I ask myself could this women be real, all is lost
in a word called love, Do we need it to know the pain
of being without the light, we give to eaceother in the dark
Never in doubt the word is there, when the Lady is near.
Without being said yes A Knight needs The Word Love.
I ask you is there a Battle better Won then the one to gain the Love of A Lady?
Messages of Our Love
"I sent a message by way of ship and horseback, no reply has come, has My Lady seen a light on yonder shore. Perhaps not, will await a reply."
(Oh the thoughts of you in in a distent land, My Lady to the sea I have cast a Bottle with my message of love to you.) If you get it please dear lady a knight is waiting for a reply
Words in a bottle I throw across the sea, sent with a message of my love,
carried on waves of romance, that washed it ashore. Found by the lady who
throw it back never to know she got my message that day.
I'm sitting on this beach, measuring the distance between you and me. (Is that line at the end, the division between us?...) Just the distance of a bottle, nothing we cannot go over... (but is there any wall, moutain or ocean that can be bigger than our love?...Is that it?!... is that all?!)... Nothing is impossible for my Knight! He will come, said so in the bottle, fighting distance for me. (Is it real?!... and if it isn't?!... Is he real...or is he not?!...) All the feelings are untrustfull... but he surelly is not! He is my Knight, my Guardian Angel, the first thought in shining morning, the last tear in lonely night. I will send him back in the bottle all the love he needs to fight. My fingers type in the sand "TO MY KNIGHT FROM HIS
"My dear Lady,
I do wish you would come heither, my mind is consummed with only you. To find your message brought me new hope and joy to my soul. The sea is not so big as to keep us apart. Just to see your face would make me whole. I throw back this bottle to the sea and everyday I wake and wait for the tide to turn and send it back to me with you inside. So for now I sleep and dream of the wave that carries on it words of romance.
Mooving slowly, in this lovely soft tender moove, only waves can give, here goes the botle back to my dear one. This glass that separes and joins us... I can draw every line of your face on it! I can than feel the warm desire in your eyes, when you watch my face reflected on the glass, too! (Blue like the sea, warm like the sun)... wish I could walk on the water, to run to your arms, and forget there are two worlds in our life, forget we are two bodies...sharing one soul! Mine is your love too!... I feel I am dying inside and yet, so alive in this love that comes and goes in a botle.
(Thought to my self while I wait for a wave)
Alone in the dark, a candle for light. I sit and take in the pain of the world so in this moment you
feel it less.To the helpless I lend a hand so you can lift your self up. I open my heart to heal the
pain of the world that has so much, I do this so your heart will feel less of that pain.
To the world I lend my shoulder for the tears off others, so that you may smile.
I will carry the weight of the world .
"I say all this to put my Lady across the sea at ease."
What good is in a word when ears listen with a diferent meaning. what good is communication, when silence can express much more than words. What good is to close your heart in such a way noone gets in. What good is to run away from a war that all that can bring you is peace. For what the defenses of man, when there's noone there wanting to hurt him. What good is to stretch your hand when you dont want to give support. What good is to open your eyes if you didnt learn to keep dreaming. What good is to close your mind to everyone else thoughts, but yours. What good is in showing to be good if in our hearts we know we are not. What good is showing to be good. What good in just "showing".
What good is it to show a smile if there is noone there to see it, what good is having dreams without someone to share them with, what good is in a life, without storms, in rotten waters.What good is closing all windows if you know outside there is light. What good is it to hate yourself , just to show you are not lovable. What good is to say goodbye, when all you want to say is HI. What good is to claim war, when in your soul you just want to have love. What good in a life with no conflicts, if you cannot achieve internal peace. What good is to come here to die, if all you want is to lieve again.
Lol! Nice to find you here, GuardianV.
And so the circle is complete. I have found the light to give me hope. I have opened my mind to let someone in. The lesson I will learn will make me strong. The friendship I have found and the companion I see is the thing I will fight for most. What good is "showing" Ask yourself that and think of me.
I have now learned that I did not fail only that I need to learn a new skill.
Compromise and Listen
Some times the pain that comes from being hurt makes us stonger and sometimes brings people closer. I have gained a better compainion due to us learning from each other
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Bubbles in Space
Forgotten Roads