Bitter rejection

On the hill stands a willow...

Planted long ago....

With gentle hands it grew.....

With time it stands alone....

The branches still give shade....

But none are there to care....

Its roots are long and solid.....

Its trunk solid and true....

But time has shook its branches....

Some lay shattered at the base....

Where children once did wonder....

Now dust is in that place....

A small house in the distance...

Its windows gone with time...

The door gone from its hinges...

No voices found inside....

So tell me my dear Willow....

Standing firm and standing tall...

Has time done its damage....

Has pain become your prize...

And why does the morning....

Say your wisdom is in vain...

And does the wind call truely....

A new name for you sir....

What of your former glory...

Those days of play...

For now they simply call you...

Weeping willow...

Tree of pain....

Once more i hear her voice... See the spirit in her eyes...yes i know mom....I am a fighter... And fight i must...i will not sacrifice who i am....but i will not die on my knees.... My tears wash the blood from my wounds....inflicted by those i trusted... That pain drives me...i rise where i have fallen...The eyes of The Slayer look up into those of the Beast...and for a moment the Beast pauses...a flicker of fear fills his blackened soul...and The eyes of The Slayer burn red...through the pain...the blood...it begins again...the music fills his mind..the driving beat...he grips the sword...slowly it rises to his chest...and he will fight...again...and now... Let The Beast know fear....

There it was..

In plain site...so beautiful...so true....

But i knew...it could not be...

Not for me...never..

But surely this was different...

Surely i could not be foolish...

Foolish....again....and again...

For this time it called me....

Not in a whisper....

Not in a faint glow....

It shined like the gates of heaven....

I felt it reach out to me....

And i ran....

Like a child before the xmas tree...

And i touched it...

For a glorious moment.....

For that second...i lived....

And for that...

I now must die....

For in my haste....

In my greed...

I ran too far...

Ran past the simple gift....

Ran past the moment....

Lunged for the gold...

And fell...again...

Into the Abyss...

For i am proud...a proud fool...

The jester...that is me...

So i lie amongst the stones...

I hear them again...

The voices...the screams...

They come for me...

And now...i will not run...

I will not fight...

For this is my last rainbow..

I reached the end...

And found my reward....

My pain....

Wait.....

Stop sir....

I think thats her...

No....

Nevermind....

Must be my eyes....

They see what they wish to see...

My heart feels what it wishes to feel....

But the ride....

I paid for this damn ride....

With blood and tears...

And I'm not getting off...

Well maybe...

If i just knew....

What the visions mean....

Why i hear her voice in my sleep...

I sense her touch....

And i become weak...

Like a child....

Maybe i am....

Maybe that is why i like the ride...

For my horse is a mighty stallion...

And yes that is her...

Just ahead....

I spur my mount...

But to no avail....

She remains but a distance vision....

A beauty beyond my meager ability to dream...

And i put a child...

Upon my favorite ride....

Then a hand..

My mothers voice..

Come on son....

We must get home...

But mom....

Just one more time...

The girl mom...

The girl....

Then the music ends....

The fog lifts....

I stand before my mothers grave.....

Yes, just one more ride mom...

Then i will be home....

..

The ivy creeps over the palisade...

The vision clear... Or no....

I reach out...in disbelief.....

My intentions frail...hope fades....

But yet....the flesh is soft

My mind races....my sight fades....

The shadows... Or simply the night....

Then again....the scent of lilac....

That soft pulse....purity of soul...

But no.....not for me.....

Me of passion...me of pride...

The humble soul....elusive soul..

Then a breeze....a faint kiss....

My heart soars....i am reborn....

But oh....the fool....

The breeze.....has no soul......

Life has a guarantee... And that is pain....but to continually enter into situations that guarantee pain....would that make one a masochist......or an optimist.....

Peace will one day embrace my soul....and I will welcome it....but not this day...not in this realm...here the demons taunt my heart...and the warrior grows weary...and one day he may fall...and evil will reign ....but that day is not today...today the blood of my struggle lingers bitter upon my lips...but still it beckons me..that place and time when justice shall be done. ..when he returns all shall be just...on that glorious day lies will find no shelter...the light of truth will be a mighty sword...and peace will calm my troubled soul....

This ledge, is my ledge.....

You see.....

It is mine, mine alone....

You see....

But crowded... Is my ledge....

You see....

My vanity.... Is here... 

You see....

My pride...here too...

You see.....

On my,  crowded ledge....

You see.....

I would like u, to join...

You see....

On my, crowded ledge....

You see....

What is that....your vanity...

You see....

Will not fit, on my ledge....

You see....

So now....i must....

You see....

Leave my ledge....to be free...

You see....

I am gone....

You see.... 

The ledge is free...now...

You see.....

A recap of articles on Empaths.

Being an empath is when you are affected by other people’s energies, and have an innate ability to intuitively feel and perceive others.  Your life is unconsciously influenced by others. Empaths perceive physical sensitivities and spiritual urges.  You either are an empath or you aren’t.  It’s not learned.  You are open to process other people’s feelings and energy. So you take on their feelings. Empaths experience things like chronic fatigue, environmental sensitivities, or unexplained aches and pains daily.    Basically you walk around with all of the accumulated karma, emotions, and energy from others.

Personal observation....i have a passion for history...The Civil War is my obsession... So are Civil War Generals capable of Empathy... My opinion... Many generals were Empaths...and highly sensitive......

The two leaders....Robert E.Lee....was often heard expressing this sentiment to his commanders...""To be a great leader...is to order to there death....that which you love most.""

Ullyses Grant...When Grant took over Union forces in the east...Lee seemed able to make the war last past northern tolerance. Grant was different in one way. If Lee defeated him, Grant did not retreat. He pressed on. One such battle, or shall we say slaughter, was Cold Harbor. Fought on June 3, 1864. Grant had superior numbers. He advanced a large force across the James River into an open field. Lees hardened veterans waited. They cut down thousands of Union soldiers in minutes. It was described as grain before the scythe. Men began to panic, retreat haphazardly. They were met by a sword waving Grant, screaming for them to stand there ground. They did, and Lee did not pursue. But Grant was not able to mount an offensive for some time. And the dead covered the field two and three deep. Still Grant pushed his men to be strong.

That night, just as the sun set. An aide looked for Grant. Grant was found concealed from site. He was kneeling, face buried in his hands. Weeping uncontrollably.