I stand at the center of a crystal spider web
With no support but my faith.
The gossamer threads are brittle unto breaking
And cannot hold the weight of a feather.
So why do I not fall?
Behold!
The power of my belief.
The power of my faith.
The power of my dream.
What should happen if I falter?
I stand at the center of a crystal spider web
With no support but my faith.
In the beginning...
Darkness.
But no sense of movement, of falling,
As most fear.
Only the darkness.
Then came the light.
A single point, on which I balanced one toe.
A single point of light
Was all that stood between myself
And the darkness.
And then there were two.
And as I watched the second, my point reached out
Until there was one long beam of light.
More lights came with time.
The darkness was banished and the light
Covered all.
I looked around.
Light everywhere.
The darkness is gone.
I saw every light.
I held every light.
I was every light,
And every light was mine.
But then the light began to blind me
And I found my vision was being darkened
By the same rays that were my shield.
I could see the darkness again.
It sat at the edge of my vision,
The edge of the light,
Waiting.
But it shall wait a long time
For my light is the center,
The blinding aura around me.
We will not abandoned each other.
The light is my shield, and I shield the light.
And so it remains.
A dark spider
In the center of a web
Spun from crystal light
And held together by faith.
"There is a locked box, inside my heart, where I place
Everything I really think and feel."
Perhaps I should loath the day
Those words first fell before my eyes.
I put myself inside my box,
Everything that I wanted to keep
When there was nothing good.
Then joy returned,
And love,
And I let myself out, one piece at a time.
One day at a time.
Then it happened again.
I opened the box wide and let me be myself,
To fight against the fear.
I failed before, so I failed again.
I twinned myself, to make the world
Think I was me.
Then I locked myself inside my box,
And threw away the key.
I've so many strange dreams
Running 'round in my head...
Read so many strange books
That the story can't end.
In the day, I pace the halls
Why do you stare at the stars so often?
Ten million dreams, recorded
In ten million books, all labeled
with a single title: Life.
My Dear Friend,
We had walked this path for so long,
Side by side, arm in arm,
That I had forgotten
That we would one day go our separate ways.
We walked so far before you stopped.
I remember the house at the side of the road.
I remember your smile, that final smile,
Before you turned away from me and entered that house.
And I was alone.
I saw the light,
Your light, and the happiness,
Your happiness, shining in the window.
And I looked at the path, so long and lonely.
I have so far to travel all alone in the dark.
But whenever I think to stop, I turn
And see the light shining from your place,
Always at the edge of the horizon,
But never beyond.
I have so far to travel all alone in the dark
Before my journey ends,
And I miss you, my Dear Friend.
Word...
The single bridge between thought and idea.
And yet, You will never know
The true meaning of what You see before you.
You will never know Me, who I am,
Or what it was I intended to show you.
With one word
Else the meaning of life
Would be itself defined.
With ten thousand stories
Living on in my head
I looked at myself
And said When will it end?
I threw back my head
And laughed at the moon
And said to myself
Do you want it to?
With love in my heart
And hope in my mind
Faith in my soul
And the Dream by my side
The joy that I feel
Is in such excess
That can I only think
That I must be blest
And to those who would say
That their troubles are many
Think of what lies within
And find plenty
Be it God or the devil
Or the power of the dream,
It doesn't really matter,
Just so you have something
Call it faith or call it worship,
Maybe wishes, perhaps hope,
As long as you believe in it
You'll find the way to cope.
Through your troubles and your sorrows
And your pains without relief,
If you tread the straight and narrow path
You'll find whate'er you seek.
'Through dangers untold
And hardships unnumbered'
Her dream is revealed unencumbered
Her gift is one
That's been given to many
But none of them is as worthy
As she
Who worked and schemed
And wrote and dreamed
For the story beyond what's written
They say people in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks.
Is my glass half empty or half full?
I have love
My glass overflows, and shatters to pieces.
They say I have a perfect life.
I have nothing left.
My disease is optimism, and my pain is your hatred.
I should have known better, but I only know you.
They say people in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks.
You are nothing.
Created by my mind,
Bound to my dreams,
I am your only world.
Your life was made by me
And I control your destiny.
Your will is mine.
But then.
Created by my whim,
Bound to my heart,
You are my one desire.
Your love was made for me
And you can choose your destiny.
Will you choose mine?
What happens when the author wants more than the story?
What happens when the creator falls in love with the creation?
Would you be content with puppets?
Would I?
But how can the author step into the story?
And how can the creation be real?
Crawling on the floor
Skittering on the rug
Creeping up along the wall
Dirty little bug
Shabby carpet meets
A crack along the wall
Dirty bug can cling to it
Till I make it fall
Stupid little bug
You think you are so strong
Think that you are going places
I will prove you wrong
You can see the bug
Disgusting are its charms
Yet you still are standing there
With your open arms
Write it in sounds
Tell it in colors
Run 'round in cubes and
Confuse others
Jump up a wall and
Walk to the moon
Live in your dream and
Don't wake too soon
Drop all your problems
Catch all the stars
Walk in the street but
Watch out for cars
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