Null Apparecium

12 May 2012 @ 01:50 am

hatred.

what is hatred?
hatred is a seed planted deep within the soul, thriving off discontented hearts and grudges not quenched.
it is a parasitic entity; drawing off anger and rage held within a person. gorging itself til germination.
hatred will bloom and blossom in spectacular violence - a riptide of cathartic emotion that, if gone unchecked, will devour you and spit you back out.
the hate seed will cloy your sense, distort your judgement, and cause you to lose sight of who you are.
the hate seed will wither your soul, diminish your spirit.
the hate seed will tear you asunder.

to forget is to stop the growth of the seed.
to forgive is to remove it entirely from yourself.

how much have i forgotten?
how much have i forgiven?

the pool may not be wide, but it might be frighteningly deep.
it may not cover vast expanses as an ocean, but who's to say it isn't an unfathomable abyss that reaches into the voids of my soul?

love
grace
mercy

a triumvriate to break the throes of hate.
employ these powerful three, and you will be free of the hate seed.
hold it no longer inside you as water stoppered in a flask;
but instead release it to Him, that you may be free to resonate with peals of love.

forgive as you are forgiven.
quell your hatred.

Tags: how it kills

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07 May 2012 @ 03:45 am

the wind blows.

the wind blows,
and the forests move.
sky and plane are turned-turtle,
and the once roaring flame is reduced to smoldering ash.
smoke rises,
and the wind whistles through the vestiges of what once was.

Tags: plane chase

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29 April 2012 @ 03:24 am

hallelujah.

I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight over through ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

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29 April 2012 @ 01:57 am

And

just like that, there went the entire day.

--

võrdlema

--

when comrade turns to fiend;
when bond turns to rust.
spears will be splintered;
shields will be broken.
the passing of the day's tides
will be lost to the moment of present.
a great storm, a narrow storm;
to chastise the brook.

--

tic tac toe.

there is neither victory defeat if both sides are played properly.

only one mistake is needed to determine who loses.

--

a house is only as strong as the foundation it is built upon.

--

END.

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26 April 2012 @ 02:53 am

it feels like.

the bell chimed its deep, hollow, resonating voice -
once.
twice.
a third time.
then the clapper was still,
and not another sound did the bell make.
No chime would be heard until the next stirring.

Tags: bells upon the hour

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24 April 2012 @ 01:50 am

when it was enough

to be who you are.

Tags: inadequacies

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24 April 2012 @ 01:23 am

rolling temblors, minute tremors.

clairvoyance.

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the wolf and the grapevine
how oft the soul does war against the mind.
thought and feeling ever embracing,
ever entwining,
ever interlaced in their intricate throes.
if e'er a path were forged from such joining,
t'would be harrowing and undulating to common man.
verily, soul and mind are akin to wolf and grapevine.
both of the bosom of nature,
yet neither seeks shelter or sustenance from the other.
the only way they are comparable,
is that both shall perish should a vast storm strike

-anon.

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"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."
- 1 Corinthians 13:4

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the waves.
rolling.
tumbling.
swallowing.
churning.
folding.
devouring.
enveloping.
crashing.
smothering.
sweeping.
the waves.

Tags: cross-hatch

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23 April 2012 @ 03:28 am

cinder.

the wrong kind of keys, the wrong kind of entrance.
nevermeant.

Tags: musingss

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23 April 2012 @ 03:25 am

mirage.

the camels tread through the gusts of purple haze, beneath the arcs of the northern lights. the whisps of white the beasts exude mingle with the already hazy air, melding into a condensed, cloying blanket of fume. slowly, the camels traverse through the lines of red in the sand, always running across, not along them, before finally falling into deep medicated sleep, never to rise again.

sometimes, the scene calls so strongly. sometimes it feels like it could be a reality again.
pray it isn't so.

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clouded and blurred.
a great wracking.
a cradled head.
standing under.
clear and sound.

"quoth the raven, never more."

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