W.B. Yeats

But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

Day of Days

Here, on this day, this day of days,
The night is done,
And in the dawn we see
The enemy waiting before us,
The bodies of our fallen brethren around us
Washed in rivers of blood,
The air thick with the cries of pain, cries of fear.
Doubt grips me and I wonder:
How can I do this?
What can I change?
What can I do?
Here, on this day, this day of days,
Mercy smiles on me
And I see that I am not just me,
For beside me stands my brother.
His strength becomes my strength,
My strength becomes another's strength,
His strength becomes another's strength,
And his strength becomes our strength.
We brethren become one.
Together we stand,
In the face of our enemy,
We stand side by side,
Strong and resolute.
One step we take together,
Another, and another.
One step to conquer fear,
One step to conquer doubt,
One step to conquer ourselves.
As one, no barrier can hold us,
No obstacle can stop us.
And as we raise our eyes, we see it.
We see what fear had placed beyond our reach.
Victory.
Now, finally, as our fear melts away
Victory is in our grasp.
Victory will be ours.
Here, on this day, this day of days,
Victory is ours.

Weapon

The greatest weapon in all of time
Is not made of metal nor wood nor hand.
It is man's tongue,
And even hell cannot defeat it.

Breath

I see it's power all around me.
Unstoppable, untamed.
This wind.
I cannot run from it
I cannot hide from it.
It is immortal.
It carries each of us.
Every sigh we make with each emotion.
The breath we take with each day.
Each exhale joins the body of the wind.
We come together.
Strangers are forever intertwined.
Lovers forever one.
The breath of thousands.
The breath of the earth.
Every time we breath
The earth breaths with us.
In this wind we shall leave our mark
In this wind we shall leave our footprint.
In this wind we shall be immortal.

Incredible

Today I was browsing the untamed Internet and I came across something that brought tears to my eyes. It was a sight of the most beautiful photography I have ever seen. The tears in my eyes were born from absolute amazement and adoration. How incredible it was, every picture, every pose, every face, every theme. It was a site of photography by
Mr. Leonard Nimoy of Star Trek fame. What vision and talent he has. His work is beautiful beyond words. Tears of joy still haunt my eyes whenever I think of those lovely works. I have new hope that there is still real beauty in this world. A long lost smile has been brought to my face, and tonight I will greet sleep with a lightened heart.

Letter

Dear Me,

Another night has passed
Another tear falls on our pillow
Another rip in our heart
Another hole in our mind

Our hands curl in pain
Claws against an invisible lid
Our heart brings the sides in closer
Our coffin buried inside us

Our stomach turns in fear
Knotted and twisted in agony
We lay hear in the dark
Wishing for help, it does not come

Our face is tight and drawn
Our lips are cracked and dry
Our teeth are sore and brittle
Our smile has been replaced by sneers and grimaces

This is what we have become
This body is our prison
This feeling is our hell
No hero is coming for us

Love,
Me

I am

I am the daughter of time
He came and stole away
That day
That fateful day
When he took everything from me.

I am the mother of sorrow
Who gave birth to his fortune
That day
That fateful day
When he took everything from me.

I am the keeper of the memory
He left me to live every moment
That day
That fateful day
When he took everything from me.