mechaofyenia

There is only one life to live You can not be me, I can not be you If we had two lives; Would we use the second to better ourselves Would we squander more in the first Which is more important? To have a life Or to give life Some talk about helping others Few take the job Even fewer stay the course A need is felt by all people Few understand it Almost none satiate it Everyone has a rhyme or reason As to why they do other things Besides fill the void The void we feel is like a black hole To try to fill it with temporary substance is useless There must be constant feed Love is the only constant we have Be it of friend or fa

A bitter heart A forgotten emotion A time when I was different I felt happy I had a thirst for knowledge I cared about... Everything seems to happen at the same time Every time it seems to be daja vu Everyone I meet seems to be a small puzzle piece It is in others that I find comfort In the way a child finds comfort in a blanket Although there are many around me I trust only a few Most don't see me as I truly am Those who stay long enough Understand that there is something else Those stay for good can see me as I am A mind and heart spilt in two Caring and inquisitive Agianst malicious and brooding

To betray one's self is hard Unless one's self is two A set of principals and morals A sense of reality and personality Split in half A defence against others But you changed me I disappeared I grew stronger But this was not right I didn't care I was a memory I exist as a refuge Of my refuse The anger, the cruelness, the violence I didn't want that to return But I am not whole without it I see that now This shattered mind sees reality For what it is The picture must be whole I must remain steady and cold I must return to understanding and caring No one must see me as I really am

A piece of steel is found Thrown in to the fire There it glows red-hot The glowing metal is pulled out It is hammered, folded, shaped Then returns to the flame This must be repeated many times When done, the union of carbon and steel Becomes lengthy and strong

Speak like a child For a child's words are innocent and without fear Couragous and honest words Is all that shall save us In a civalization falling The gift of language is ours Humanities barrier to itself An affliction of superiority It is in our speech That meaning and emotion Is expressed to others The ability to speak Teaches the younger generation How to interact in the world It is in their blissful ignorence That the smaller truthes Are made known to those who forgot them If the elder generartion Could speak in this way Maybe we could learn to be ourselves

An Unforeseen Event     Marius the Bear walks the streets of Renhól City, a testament to an old, fallen empire.  Both he and the city are remnants of a time when the super-continent of Renhól was a unified land. However, unlike the city he still serves his original purpose.  That is to protect the hidden secrets of this land from the god of death and darkness, Sednethal.     The other gods choose him when he was a young man to guard the only means of escape for Sednethal from this exiled realm, the nexus portal.  Marius was made an immortal by the gods and has the ability to sense the presence of other immortals.  This is so that he will