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" Be someone else's beacon of hope when they're struggling through waves on a turbulent sea , " -CzarnyKon 🐴

Zero out at zero minus zero T minus 4 and counting Don't know if I'm coming or going, or falling over myself; to know myself; to find myself out again Estranged, stranger days the hands of strange a stranger way Away with the pixies, away with the birds, away with the fairies Couldn't see the light to concede my plight, the flight of Angels Only to sail the seven seas and map the four corners of the globe Away in a manger, the twelve Apostles and the Star of David The House of the Holy, the Crest of Nobility and Noble honor The 13th hour and the nine tenors, a gate, a stairway to Heaven; and the piper at the gates of dawn The crescent moon and the Holy Ghost has spoken Morning has broken, Noelle and the book of God on a wing and a prayer God have mercy on their souls for thou shall not commit a mortal sin The second coming, Armageddon and the Apocalypse God almighty, God willing, God have mercy on those that are of good of will, Amen

I love you all I am so ashamed I feel your souls as they twist with rage I sense the warmth that you hold so dear and seek the comfort that is always near Soulfully, mournfully the children moaned. In the forest as the fire burned. The hazy day had faded into a surrealistic dream. An ancient, scared shroud covered the world shielding us from the darkest deadliest night We journeyed to the ocean to hear the white dove's song Our souls realized our essence as our bodies died I love you all I am so afraid Just the briefest of looks then a shallow grave The bridge was crossed in the storm that day Children had come to show the way This lonely man... had no more tales to tell His cold, dead eyes showed only a vacant, hollow, stare It’s still here you know Left behind Beside the rose Have you forgotten? The smell of summer’s rain Purple clover fields softly sprinkled with ginger rays The palace tower still gently sways Awaiting your touch Awaiting the day Do not shed a

In this world of dream-forms Awake only for seconds at a time Is there an end to this suffering This incomprehensible longing Of my every cell to burst open And become boundless water again Is there such a thing as pain In this default state of alertness I let every fibre of my being twitch With a force almost nuclear Until there is but a whirlwind of chaos Destructive and devouring A hunger that feeds upon itself Self-perpetuating Self-habituating otherness Amounting to everything and nothing at all And from this place of nothingness I carry with me the depth of the oceans The spirits of killer whales The forcefulness of wind The darkness of the wisest minds That dwell beneath the earth Seared into my glass-like skin The mark of wilderness itself

      treading across god's skutterudite eye                         like a f l o a t e r traveling by                   ghostlike; as we sun                                               der                                                  with the morning star                                                        that surrenders at the recurring aurora                                           'fade away', i say to the fallen angel of heaven's entryway                                  farewellfarewell                                                                                                                                                                            sos                                                                                                whispers my dreams                                                                                 in a hoarse voice; they cease to exist                                     

What is this thing called: "artist block?" And does it come from lesser stock? Is it a fugue I simply cure? Is it from here or where YOU were? Is it a malady of mind? Is it a plague the lepers find? Is it a beast that preys on fear? And...is that why it can't touch me, here? Is it superstitious and obscene? Is it something that remains unseen? Is it terror only fools embrace? Is it rage and jealousy you face? What is this thing called: "artist block?" And why does it leave your talent locked? Why is it something I can't see, Leaving only MY mind free?

Shadows race past your window, Mirrors crack tonight. Children sing in the moment Of strange, unheard delights. The sky ignites with fire, The moon sheds her mask. Winds whisper promises, Children seal the house. A tree has fallen in the forest, Frozen to the ground. Shadows shatter with your worries, Leaving you with only doubts. Time has passed, Like sand into glass, Where the heat of lightning is stored. Each day is born From an old, grey soul, While the night awakens, Brittle and cold. Swaying tall grass Is overcast By swirling leaves in a storm. Each moment will last, From the first tear cast, Into the silence Of the darkness before. Forgotten pebbles lie captured In streams frozen in time. Leaves are scattered awkwardly By a bitter, cold breeze. Snow-covered mountains stand, The dark night sings her songs. Youth play in the hot summer sun, Days last forever, As each new days begun. Colors are painted on a sky never seen, Our visions make sounds, For our senses to

I see them shuffling along the streets Eyes fixed dreamily down upon their feet They are alive but unaware Every step brings them closer to their own private hell Thousands of whispers swirl inside the empty air Unheard now for a million years In the distance it’s starting to form The final storm The winds have changed Life fades like a dying ember in the rain My neighbor waves I look up and feel ashamed How many more days inside this absurd cage? Butterflies flutter freely Over an ancient burial ground We've buried all our sorrows there Hoping they won't be found The burial ground Is so cold and desolate The butterflies just flutter above Not knowing what they've found Every now and then I see a glimpse of it A fleeting flash of something What is it? I just don't know But if you've ever caught a peek of it before it was gone You'll understand It makes me feel nervous, scared, dismayed, frightened And so very, very small Maybe it's because I can't get there all the

Starting the day with the heart's prayer I'm not sure why my tears have arrived You still matter to my raging heart Sad, I feel For all those nerves I burnt in fear Forgiveness can be a delicate act When we give it one more chance "May you be well. May your heart blossom and your soul flourish."

The white of the mountain beckons me I hear voices echoing from far, beyond the snow lit sky Was it you? The heart of my soul dancing through clouds They caress me through the sparkling air Glistening white lights follows my gaze Distant tunes spin with the fallen leaves Circling to the ground Swirling through my mind Your hand in mine I can see your fingers touching my soul Long before they grazed my skin Yes, It was you The angel of Darkness Timeless is the beauty of your eyes Every time I have met their gaze, I am annihilated , in their presence ~

With every sip With every pass of wind You are around my memory Your soul is here and lingering I am being reminded There are these chants that don't need us but to listen What do they say today Tears are filling the eyesight

Hope is a thing with two feathers that I see Hope is a thing so perfectly beautiful to me Hope is a thing well it make me always free Hope is a thing that can erase all the reality Hope is a thing sometimes I need enough Hope is a thing it is always written in love Hope is something well it is a high cost Hope I find when I'm alone and if I'm lost Hope is a thing it feels like the warm sun Hope is also making sometimes many fun Hope is like a dance between people together Hope is a word it make me feel always better Jill

I want to disappear from this world I want to live in a world without hurt I want to live ,forget and also forgive Everything that I did do and still I like to live Sometimes this dark world is very mean Sometimes this dark world misses green I want to live in a world where everyone will understand Why you did come to shake with me my fragile hand Sometimes it feels like everyone is against me in this Like there is in this world something I daily do miss I think I miss a little bit in this world you who it is But sometimes I pray and ask also for forgiveness I want to forgive myself and I want to forgive you But I know too that is a not so easy thing to do Because it means like if I really want to forgive Well my gray skies change suddenly into deep blue The sun will always shine and I love to call you mine Now I miss something in life and that feels not fine If the world is mad at me and also if I love to weep I know everyone will change and real things I keep The real love

Where do we find the answers To all the doubtful questions That linger in the corners Of a worn and troubled heart Who will build a lighthouse To lead the seeking souls to shore When lost and barely stay' afloat On troubled water black and foul If not blowing in the stormy wind Will the moon and stars step in Or do we in our darkest hour Reach out for the sun itself?

My dear french teacher once told me that for me to start writing I needed exactly that... To start. She became my dear friend in life and now she became a star and I can see her every time I look inside my dearest memories. Well if that's what I need, then that's what I decided to do. No draft and no corrections (some), as my drawing teacher says: no eraser. Welcome to my humble stumbling project. Life is a one chance gig, and everyone knows that a gig is a gig is a gig is a gig. https://www.deviantart.com/robertaplummer/art/Day-01-1229123258

Fear Itself is a handful of dust,  that every person breathes in and out when they're scared  When all that dust comes together,  it becomes clay for molding us   Fear Itself has no true form,  it can only look like what scares you  Fear Itself switches between Flight Mode and Fight Mode,  but sometimes the switch breaks,  and Fear Itself Freezes up  Fear Itself is easily manipulated  Fear Itself sometimes lashes out  Fear Itself can be irrational  Fear Itself can’t help but be scary  Fear Itself can control you  Fear Itself wants to protect you  Fear Itself is sometimes lonely  Fear Itself longs for a world where there’s nothing to be scared of  Fear Itself is worried about you  Fear Itself is scared about what can happen to you in the world  But Fear Itself is more scared of what could happen to the world if you’re not in it 

Do not fear those who come with axes to lynch your body. They live in a rut, not knowing when they will fall asleep. Do not think about how much you have lost or how much you will gain. Do not drop anchor on the shoals of the earth. All you see are props, often with a predominance of red. Although they are only decorations for a moment. Just as spring gives life, autumn takes it away without asking for permission Do not fear those who take their last breath They think they are judges in a case that is not theirs Unaware that above their heads there is a spirit that turns what comes from the core of darkness into dust Therefore, do not blindly trust anyone individually Look through the lens of your soul And you will see everything through and through To the core To the full picture of meaning Believe that fear is only a mask for the unwillingness to approach the truth

we keep on trying but the leaves have been read we are the dying in this land of the dead right there before us this bittersweet array 'tis but a chorus of nothing but decay it makes us porous such a wretched display there's nothing for us but more to take away we keep on lying but truth cannot be shed why we're not buying any of what was said all here among us the fallen of the fray their song becomes us symphony of decay it spores like fungus it reaches all the way the toll humongous taking more everyday we keep relying on the breaking of bread still we are dying in this land of the dead right there before us we see the roles we'll play bittersweet chorus of nothing but decay it's playing for us with no pause or delay and there's still more dust than ashes in the tray we keep denying each of the roads we've tread why no one's vying to speak up for the dead all here around us are signs we are the prey as they surround us so do sounds of decay and they confound us with

To view the world away from distraction is to view a world as clear as the ocean or as glorious as the sky. Saying goodbye to the woes of my sanity as the hopes like the clouds float aimlessly bye. Giving light to the dark and love to the ones who know not the feeling of the breezes' kiss their scared skin. Showing that all one needs is a moment of atonement for the follies of their lives and be forgiven for their sins.

There’s a world that’s lost to the average man inside the touch of a gentle hand Invisible enchantment whispered in the morning breeze In the sound of leaves rustling in the tranquil nights. life's rhythm, both near and far Accept the ordinary, let your heart be open, to witness the natures majesty. In a kitten's sneeze In the simplest touch of a raindrop's tease, Lies a world of magic unseen Where the ordinary becomes the extraordinary In the hum of the city, the quiet starlit nights. In the commonplace, we find delight. For those who pause will truly see The extraordinary awaits, for us wild and free. In the rhythm of life, both far and near. Embrace the mundane, open your heart. Watch the extraordinary play its part. In the heartbeat of moments, songs of our souls. Every day we can find so much more. So, embrace the ordinary... and you will discover the extraordinary

One last petal Clung to the rose Vibrant red Unfaded Defiant Indifferent To the winter Drawing nearer By the hour One last drop Of honeydew Awaits Next year's bees Sweet Rich Secluded Preserved In a crown Of rugged perules Into the stormy night A roaring gust of wind Lifts the petal As the wind calms down The drying petal Settles in a gentle stream Upon this brittle vessel My spirit flows into the ocean And all my grief and sorrow Lingers with my worn out flesh.

"One speck of hope is all it takes to overcome the darkness."