Time Travel

Scientists say that we look back in time each night we stare upon a star. As our lives burn so brightly shining with beauty. I may never see the origin of you nor how you came to be. But it’s where you’ll go, that I’m most interested to see.

They say that what we see is the travel of light. The imagery as it was when it happened. For what we see is delayed by a factor of time. Having only glimpsed your past as I struggle to understand your present. Know that no one can see your future, but you.

Take stock of who you are. Your value is immeasurable and unfathomable. No amount of machinery, research or deity can define who you are and what you are capable of. So look to your future beyond what you see. Beyond that pain and struggle of now. Picture your future, picture your smile and see what you know is real.

 

Time Travel by DK-ALF.

Editor: Raymonalisa

Photo source: Time travel archives | Ancient Code

The Phoenix

(Short story, a one part mini.)

He laid there waiting as unwillingness could be seen from his eyes. The flames of war burned in his soul. Revolt against death he thought as he grimaced. But like a moth to a flame he was drawn to that warmth. Beckoning to him as he screamed seemingly his last breath.

Determined to be a phoenix; rising from the ashes. He got to his feet with tears in his eyes, biting his lips as blood could be seen slowly dripping. His consciousness faded but he would not allow it to slip noiselessly.

“I am not done!” He professed as the torment was visibly seen splashed across his face. Sweat dripping, jaw clenched and madness in his eyes! The embers of his memories smoldered as loved ones could be seen stoking his will to live.

A step, as he struggled for another and yet another! “I will not go!” he declared with his arms outstretched to the heavens. His head was tilted back as the rays of sunshine kissed his forehead. A smile appeared then laughter followed. It echoed his will and determination to the heavens!

He would not go, determined to change, to be anew. Rebirth his goal, death only an obstacle. Though he was beaten, battered and left for dead. He was undaunted and unwilling to accept the end. So he dared to change his fate regardless of the suffering! His phoenix call; clear and loud! “Let the heavens tremble as I shall be reborn!”

The Phoenix by DK-ALF.
Editor: Raymonalisa
Photo source: Pinterest

Man or Machine?

Going through the motions,
An emotional being?
You “put your face on” in the morning,
teeth all clean.
A pair of pants, a shirt and a tie.
As symmetric as can be.
Now, one foot before the other.
Your destination arrives.
Greet, smile and say a word or two.
These pleasantries repeated,
Their shyness retreated,
And comfort ensues.
These motions well rehearsed,
Practically programmed to perfection.
How alive are you?
I understand, certain things
You can’t compute.
But why not try to be different?
Why not try to be you?
Update, your definition on life,
And become engaged.
Though life can be seen
as a system of relays.
How you live it,
Is completely up to you.
So instead of recharging
your batteries tonight.
Give it a thought,
and explore your feelings.
Consider what it means to be human,
What it means, to be you.

 

Man or Machine By DK-ALF.

Photo source: The Matrix Trilogy

Rage! (Counting to 10)

One, Temperature rising,
eyes become flooded!
Two, Teeth gnashed, but my voice screaming to be free!
Three, I just want out of this cage!
Trapped…
Four, Surrounded by these egg shells; they stab my feet!
Five, At that boiling point,
But drowning in a cold sweat!
Six, Everything in reach becomes a drum.
These fist scream murder!
You better run!
Seven, A monster!
Big and green
Lives deep within.
Eight, I feel it grabbing my neck
As the hairs stand on end.
My eyes begin to twitch,
Nine, My joints all stiff!
Yet my hands shake!
Ten, My transformation almost complete.
I’m all but on his heels!
Arms just out of reach!
Again this cycle repeats,
help me… One, Two, Three…

 

Rage! (Counting to 10) By DK-ALF.

Photo Source: Matrix| Mr Smith

Human

What if someone asked you to define what it is to be human?

Human?
I am an indomitable spirit, the irresistible force, a candle akin to a supernova! 
Human!
Might incarnate, immortal am I! My soul eternal, my influence everlasting! 
Human!  
Varied am I, as similar to you as I am different. Steeped in hatred yet the bringer of cupid’s arrow. 
Human. 
The perfect flaw trapped in a vicious cycle. Forever seeking enlightenment. 
Human! 
I am here and everywhere. Because I am you and you are me, 
HUMAN!

Human by DK-ALF.

Photo Source: newscientist.com|Pierre Andrieu |Getty images

The Rage of Youth!

Let us enjoy the younger days,
while we see with innocent eyes.
Pure and free of the corruption of old.
But before we steadily grow cold.
Let me fight, let us wage war and be merry!
Toe to toe we must stand
in the conviction of our might!

A young brave.
Running wild and free; never to be caged!
Push and shove until you have your way!
Let them not look or think to silence you!
For while you prance in their ignorance,
Blissfully smile.
Because today your light shines!

Enjoy, a joyful life, full to the brim.
Let it runneth over!
Bare all in that smile!
For they cannot stop you!
And try as they might,
you’ll never lose sight!
For your soul, will never, grow old!

 

Rage of Youth! By DK-ALF.

Photo source: Printerest

 

Feature Friday: Imperfections

Featured on stillinittowinit.blog as a part of her feature Fridays. Check out her blog.

Imperfections written by myself.

Making It Known

Featured Writer: Duwayne Findlay

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Now I lay me down to sleep, to dream of a world. A word, perfection. My life all planned as smooth as silk. My fantasies, my fiction, my novelties all granted. A dream of a lifetime, a lifetime lived.

But no mystery, no pain, and struggle? No joy of surprise, the accidental love. Can there be passion without the struggle and joy without knowing pain? Or love without the mystery that makes us unique? Soon you’ll yearn for a surprise. A gamble!

A surprise, no better than a blinded throw of the dice. Where the unknown birthed passion, joy and love. You would dream of being awake, deep in the struggle, of your life!

– Duwayne Findlay

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