wooooooohooooooooooooo!!! yay yay!!!
:D

Always created
Never just made
thinking in plans
all perfectly made
creatively

arouuuuuuuuund the world
each chaos it spins
looking for solace

and letting me in
to your madeness

Creator to watch
the created be made into what

it started to be
Perfection
Looking like snowflakes
of water been made
for me
for you
for us

--elisa

What makes people run away from that which is average?  What makes them want to be gods? more than they simply are?  What makes them need to find a way to seperate themselves or to be marked as better with something to lead others with?  I'm working on an idea here and just began typing.  The rest will come, simply wanted to be able to recall it as I follow its tangents.  Why must there always be some great ending coming or some great beginning? another great alignment?  Normally it's intellectuals that tend to do this, or persons seeking to look like intellectuals.  Are they simply bored with the mundane?  Is there a need for constantly justifying normal life stuff?  a need to explain away that which is possibly unpleasant?  More simple persons just tend to look after the signs mentioned by the 'leaders', or are just amaaaaazingly simple and just are what they are.  This I like immensely!!

Roaring like thunder
Blades in the sky

Train sounds go rumbling
Tendrils of lies

Rounding the corner
Mountains it nips

Crests along ridges
Down into the mist

Of longing

To see

You

--by elisa

Everything else is in balance, but the one point of time on a clock is out balanced by all of the others.  It would seem to the eye, if looking at the face of a clock or even a million clocks, as such.  Someone should write a formula so that a computer could run it to locate and artificially create the balance of time.  Oh wait!!!  Maybe the balance is simply the sledgehammer of death!!!

Fire Trucks
Canna lily fire

Liquid blue drops of the sky
Cascading down

Pools of light
Rushing thru the valley

Lush with green
Waves of sound

Your jacket rustles
Next to mine

On the ground
At the center

Of me

I know
The Color Red

--by elisa