Argonious

I see Time as that which was, always the essence of itself, and the beginnings of our existence on and during this travel through what we call life.... In the time of a persons life span their can be a multitude of things in this realm that are affected and changed in other spaces of time.

Very nice....Can feel the longing for a place and time long ago, makes one think.....

Yes life lessons can cultivate, those things that one hides in themselves and chooses sometimes not to use in the time that they are needed......

Very nice like the symmetry to it of the persona......

Very Nice Imagery, the inspiration is definably felt, in this poem. I love the aspect of the duality to it, in that of this world and the minds eye and world....

I really like this one your getting the hang of bring out the imagery of thoughts you have, and the simplistic view is wonderful... keep it up

Fettered and Bound… Alone these thoughts have brought about the dawn, In it's sweetness it arrives to the beginning of my mortal soul's song. Oh the Oblivion, I will go to if I am not of the darkest of nights Oh, this Longing, to take wings and into flight from this humbled mortal life. Why are you so cruel to me? Can you not open your eyes and see? You won't let me forget, so that I may go on and belong to the darkest of destiny You won't let me touch...to renew myself in the darkness of his solemn song. I miss him so much, that the blood coursing through me, is not carrying the life in it as such to be… My love for him will not be undermined; even when there is no place or time You can see me, but I am his forever through the blackness of his passion and the darken veil Recognize me, and you will see what the future holds in store for all of thee. Love me, for I am he, and life comes from his dark essence through me for all to see… But I can't come to you...while others tarry and have all of this mortal care on me there I'm fettered, and bound to this mortal ground on which, there is no stand against their time or hand Forever, I am to be free till the darkness is lose in me, and I become one with you in immortal time. To the depths of my soul, blackness of life will always prevail and have its great hold forever in its tale.... © Mwyncoop 2008 All Rights Reserved

If I remember right it was a phone number that Fawzo was trying to call me on with area code 666-665-6661, but I remember the switch board wouldn't let him through because I'm on a road trip.....

I enjoy being here for all of the interesting and controversial topics and because people here, are really trying to understand one another and the differences in paths, but also the similarities in their's and others belief's and views on a wide range of mortal and immortal ways and thinking.... It is also a place to get information that can be, and is useful to each of us in our everyday lives, that we try to understand....

Sorry… Sorry. What is sorry? That it is used inside your head. Can I say to you: “I’m sorry”. Does it convey what is truly being said? Is that possible? To know once it is really gone away from you, and placed once again in my head? I’m forever in a dream behind the brightest stars. The light is covered with darkness for who knows how far. Sorry will not prevail or keep me from this nightly flight or trail. My thoughts are painted with the darkness of the moon. It glows with the blood of light from another galaxy and a different tune. Don’t ask those sorry questions why; just sit a feel the reasons it gives us and lets us abide. There are many big secrets of life that we do not care to really see. Feeling sorry for ones self leaves them with only a few of them to be rightly free. The universe has no current borders like human beings. The crystal lights are guides in the nonstop darkness of our mind's images of time. There’s darkness; it’s not black as you once thought it had to be… It has colors, but many have gray areas they choose not to let go of, you understand me. Mystery in the inner circles and of very time of essence can be blind. Trust in might they say and not in right, always lead them to sorry for they have become so mean. You have to hold on to what you’ve got is their motto's sorrowful as it may seem. Mysteries will last forever. But humans will soon not be a care, or considered sharing the knowledge there. Without understanding time. Without understanding knowledge. Sorry just does not cut it, nor could one be so sorry to even care. © Mwyncoop 2008 All Rights Reserved

Tombstone of Care… Weeping of sorrows for you there soon the echoes will become the care Crashing to the ground are they like rain in mourning to your name Tears falling from my face like autumn leaves from a tree's disgrace, By the rivers side the tombstone standing nigh, waiting in the timeless air In the mourning autumn mist, and dark rainless day it is still there. Finding my way to get to you here, by the empty road, and long dark night, Through a hollow tunnel, with no end visible in sight. Feelings of remembering a lonely hand placed on my dark heart, The blackness of your wings spreading there and taking to flight without a care, Pain of this and common sense of that, have departed seeing the tombstone all in black. Then comes the coolness of spring its breezes anointing the air and it is still standing there, No remorse for the life once here, fleeting are you without a single moment or care. I still stand and tears falling from my face like springtime showers that couldn't wait, Wishes of mine also wanted you here, looking at the tombstone I knew you couldn’t be under there. Sharing with you in all that I do, the seasons go by as I continue to decay and die inside. Now the time of summer has come with the heat upon it there, the cracks of ages now appear The laziness of the days and time at a slow pace in life I have come to bring you the wine, I wonder why you had to leave, and cry again letting out the summer's love and sunshine in me I try to see it with both calm and grace, but soon I am forced to look at my very face standing in that place. While I'm still here, I do grieve knowing most of all you may not be able to catch me when I fall. Little has changed my love winter at last, your tombstone is covered with snow and the year still passed, I'm still here, sitting on the snow-covered grass, crying those ice sickle tears out in the snow waiting to pass I have not let it go, I have not let it be, because my dearest you still mean everything tome, The howling of the winds and the crackling of the cold, seem to sound like that of violins and solemn overtones of the funeral long ago. Making it clear, making me see is what this winter is about, my love and has in store for me, That my very soul that waits to see knows that you have always been and are still with me. Now it comes tonight in my bed, I have left this mortal plight and now am dead. I am with you forever now in our loves caressing light, and that was what I wished for all these many lonely nights. There are but now the season of time to pass, years will go on and we are here forever love at last. Standing by the river quiet and unseen are at last two tombstones as content as they wished to be. © Mwyncoop 2008 All Rights Reserved

The poem is quite good Check ya out it is neat.

Touch Me In The Morning... Dianna Ross

Any actions that is not done to any one person, or personages that they would request or expect to be done and they would accept, of a natural or unnatural behavior.

I would like the homemade peanut brittle

Mincemeat

Dark and Gothic

Fathers Love Today…. When the darkness came to know me All my paths were set before me, so I would be saved When my pride says there will be no other than he, I go my own I say I give into my sorrows of immortality always. I did not want to see or believe because I wanted my own way He came to me in the darkest of night and took all my fear this day When my soul seemed forever lost in his nightly play He showered me with his love in the Dark of the moonlight every day. Keep your eyes on me my son I will show you the way Keep your soul close to you my little one, not to lose it today The dark night seems an endless flight, but we will find all of your yesterdays. Remember I am always aware of the love you have for me and I for you always. Then blackness of his palace stood before me By the dark forests of his desire to have all his children come if he may There is time for forgiveness, my son fret not at all I say Beyond you there is much of me, inside you than you know in your mortal day. Keep your eyes on me my son I will show you the way Keep your soul close to you my little one, not to lose it today The dark night seems an endless flight, but we will find all of your yesterdays. Remember I am always aware of the love you have for me and I for you always. We have always shared this path, you have never walked alone any days How soft and fragile is your heart, you think my love can fix you in all ways These wings I give you to fly, up to me how you do, and I see you cry when you pray You touch my face and say, I love you father please don’t go, and take me away. Keep your eyes on me my son I will show you the way Keep your soul close to you my little one, not to loose it today The dark night seems an endless flight, but we will find all of your yesterdays. Remember I am always aware of the love you have for me and I for you always. I give you strength for your fragile heart, and you throw it astray I give you mortal control of your fears, and you run and hide any way I give you hope with out any tears, but you still cry to me each day My son, rise above these cares, show me you know how to be strong and behave. Keep your eyes on me my son I will show you the way Keep your soul close to you my little one, not to loose it today The dark night seems an endless flight, but we will find all of your yesterdays. Remember I am always aware of the love you have for me and I for you always I love you always my little dark son it is the only way, for your father to love you his loving fatherly way. © Mwyncoop 2008 All Rights Reserved

I really like this poem, it sends a deeper message of ones inner self, and of what ones sees if they but only look around them in life.

I think you have it, about the darkness of the space and I love how it goes backwards and forward in its visualization of depth.

Driven to Know Why… So many questions are there to always be… What are you? I ask of me… Who are you? I ask of me… When are you, which you became? I ask to me… So much uncertainty contained inside of me, that I could not see. What are your names to be meaning? What is your purpose here, and why? I just can not really see all of what's inside… Much of time has gone and changes are so strong, look at we. Blacken wings upon your back and reaching to the sky… Blacken hair flowing there down to your graceful sides… Blacken eyes saturating glare that no one can deny. Must I dig into your soul of black and force your mind to coming back? Are you a fallen one of the Gods, if so then tell me why? Are you a driven out one from on high, the same as I? Are you and I now going to forever cry? Please tell me what I am if you can, and why? A mortal being? An immortal spirit? As a God to be seen? Which one could we, and should we be? I can not decide, as you can believe. It is not enough I did not even die? It is not enough there is no place to hide? It is not enough I am going mad inside? I am now reserved, you shall have never heard what I or you have felt from all of these questions why. © Mwyncoop 2008 All Rights Reserved

I have the PDF file for that book if you want to pm me fawzo and ill email to you. I will first put forth this quote from the book: "But it is perhaps desirable to state unequivocally that the teachings, however fragmentary and incomplete, contained in these volumes, belong neither to the Hindu, the Zoroastrian, the Chaldean, nor the Egyptian religion, neither to Buddhism, Islam, Judaism nor Christianity exclusively. The Secret Doctrine is the essence of all these. Sprung from it in their origins, the various religious schemes are now made to merge back into their original element, out of which every mystery and dogma has grown, developed, and become materialised." I would say, definably that her writings are needed, ever so much more now for their simplistic view of the origins, of those beliefs and religions that came out of the wilderness so to speak. It is because they speak to us through the factions of time and space along the lines of the original universal thoughts they still have their relevancy for today.

I'm reading THE BOOK OF THE DAMNED CHARLES FORT THE SECRET DOCTRINE BY H. P. BLAVATSKY THEOSOPHICAL UNIVERSITY PRESS ASCII EDITION VOLUMES 1 and 2 and just for pleasure :THE VAMPIRE HIS KITH AND KIN by Montague Summers All are good, I like them their interesting.....

That is really great I Like IT

Sounded very nice like the beats and rhythmic tones Keep it up.