As she sits quietly on the grass she gazes up at the stars. The melody of soft butterflies rolls through her ears with serene temper. The Sun glares down on her mind, creating darkened lights among the leaves. Never has so smooth a movement glided through the tunnels of thought. Now, as she glides her way towards another day her dreams drift along a Path. Narrow is the way and gleaming is the brand new day. Petals stomp the glimmering prance of water on the still pond. Geese mock the air with laughter in their own language. As her fingers warm she sees the connection made to passion, yearning for the faith to try again.

You know, I really don't know...

A tensing throughout the core creates some sort of moisture where vision is received.

Red liquid pores from the outer protection of the embodied figure.

Aching, tossing, thrashing the tangled knots in stiff contractions.

A crack of relief causes release of the tight horror of entrapment.

The creature lying within is released like a work of fire, flailing two and fro to catch the glimpse of happiness.

A light brighter than day expounds from the nonexistence of darkness, that brings the new mind home.

To Contradict is to Live

The eyes are a peculiar thing. You never really stop to think that you are looking out of them. It is just assumed that you will be able to see. Have you ever stopped to think what it would be like to not be able to see? Sitting in complete darkness, missing the things that were sensed before but neglected. Is it possible that you would see even more than before? Prejudice would be gone, doubt would decrease, and the ability to feel more passionately would increase.

Every other sense would evolve to a different level. You would become more in tune with your self, with your being altogether. Music would be played with resound, dancing would flow off every nerve as if the air were flying across your skin, and love... Ah love... Love would shoot threw the roof on wings. There would be no filter to hold back the immense feeling of love you had towards another being. No presupposed factor that love should be hidden in order to protect pride. You would have never witnessed the abuse of love with your eyes, therefore you do not suppose that anything should be done but love another. No doubt would cross your mind when it came to settling with the right decision that points you in the right direction. Faith would simply be livelihood, not just a virtue.

Sight impairs many things that can be but aren't. It has healed as much as harmed. Contradictions exist to create the world we live in, nothing would exist without its opposite. You need unhappiness in order to feel that true joy is real, breathing makes it possible to understand death and it is heartbreaking to have to understand that there is hate in the world so that love can be.

Heaven

Never has man stepped here from Earth

Conjured love and potential healing cannot match
Bleeding hearts yearn to feel the light
Confused little ones scramble for the succor
Of youth! Dear youth! Innocence must not cease

When blind souls lose direction
Glorious day meets its disturbing night
Wonder of these lost souls fills the woods
A dark place where demons rarely prod
We wait, and oh the patience grows dim

Gravity....
Falling into a daze of nothing but thought
Strength pulls hard to concentrate,
With freedom on the edge, the possible escape leaves me be.
Clouds clog the memory of flight for earth keeps me down,
Surrounding corner to corner constantly weighing the pull.
Floating to dream is what tempts the mind to wish
Passion progressively leads to false hope
Grace prompts to love the momentary potential,
What shall be is what will occur, no wish can stop or start
Sight blinds kindness of the heart to yearn
Reality never appeared so cruel

Movie Review: 9

When civilization tumbles to the ground with no hope of existence from the human race, who will prevail? From the film 9, filmmaker Shane Acker and producer Tim Burton along with cast and crew, there is a statement of survival after the world ceases.
Nine beings are made by one man, nine beings with a piece of this man's soul within them, are the only survivors of man's demolishing creation of the 'machine'. These nine ragdolls represent the nine characters who would generally survive with each other only if they had each other in this particular situation of fate.
The character One is a war veteran who hides behind his religious beliefs rather than the instinct that surely would save him. Two is the inventor with the passion to preserve the lives of others. Five is a mechanic who longs to follow someone who is willing to lead, and someone who can take the blame for anything that may go wrong. Six is the seer, someone who is prophecies what is needed to be done to be saved, his main problem is the tendency to be unheard. Seven is the fearless warrior who, when faced with reality, would rather take the radical way out rather than the reasonable way. Eight is the pompous bully who, because he was made larger than others, believes he has the right to overpower them with his muscles rather than his weak mind.
The last one to be made is Nine, making him kills the creator of all of these small beings. He is the reliance of all existence, he is the creative innovator of the group, the wanted savior. Though his ideas are rejected he persists in knowing what is right. He is the true leader for the surviving world, no other was destined to bring all of them to redemption and defeat of the 'machine'.
It only takes a collection of beings with the character of each ragdoll to make it in existence. When the abstract film Nine comes to life, death blares out of the screen with no hope, giving the viewer the chance to find their own hope from a mystery of doubt.