hail o fateful slumber of change
winters barren lands of waste
death be quickened on thy heels
as i lay in bed in twilight’s grace
awakened in the blood of fire
death forgive my forging power
changing thought and will perceived
guiding darkness through womb conceived light is dawning as i breach
and immortal death is close in reach
fateful hour drawing near
rotting soul inside with fear
resting peaceful in the stars above
descends the death of change in love
faster thoughts and piercing flesh
ever comes the prayer of death
Tribute song to The Walking Dead
as we walk through the land of the dying
we lift our hearts and hope
we make it through the night
our faith is slowly dying
in the graves of restless souls
we are wandering
we are faltering
but what keeps us strong inside
the fear of being left behind
i lift my voice and sing
of the hope tomorrow brings
we carry on
we fight to live
we’re not dead
we’re the walking dead
i died long ago
when th light left her eyes
but i keep pushing on
with my babies by my side
we’re all dying
the moment we live
but what keeps us pushing strong
the hope of something more
i lift my voice and sing
of the hope tomorrow brings
we carry on
we fight to live
we’re not dead
we’re the walking dead
we’re not dead
we’re he walking dead
Kasey Hill 10/11/2015
Book Awards!
Transplanal Disposition (yes I made that term up lmao)
When the erroneous and exponential trials of man presents itself to a person, said person begins to contemplate the origins of the universe. Not whether God exists or not but if life continues on after death. To the living surrounding the deceased, the answer is evident, that it does in fact go on as we continue to breathe and function without said deceased. However, when you separate time and space from the equation, one finds that those left behind were left in death, and one who died continues to live on. In the earthly plane, once said person is born they are inevidently born into death for that is the foreshadowed outcome of the future. Once said person’s life leaves the corporeal body, said person finds themselves existing in a different way on a different plane. In simpler terms, you leave one reality (realm/dimension) for another. Transplanal disposition is the correct term of usage when formulating this hypothesis. Just as ascended masters aren’t “dead,” those who die really aren’t dead either. Breaking it down into actual dimensions, there are six dimensions with the human bodied beings existing in the 3rd dimension. Those dimensions existing over six are called the spiritual realms/dimensions (9th being the existence of Extra terrestrials concluding some hypothesis of the alien-angel nature). Without leaping into dimensional and planar break down, one can conclude that just because the breath of life ceases to rise in one’s lungs does not mean said deceased is dead, but,, however, existing and vibrating on a higher level of consciousness and dimension. The ones living and breathing are those that are in fact “dead.”
Wake up world
How I wish I could go back
Back to the days when things were simple
The golden years of childhood
When I would pick the dandelion furs
And truly believed my wish would come true
When I would blow them all from the flower head
Back to the days of hopscotch and four square
Not a care in the world
A worry free time
The only troubles that bothered me were the impending whippings from acting out
The only worries that ran through my mind
Were if it was going to rain on a summer day
Or if my favorite ice cream had been demolished
Back to the days of happiness and smiles
Where everything delighted my heart
And nothing could bring my dreams down
Oh to go back to the days of bliss and carelessness
Where mistakes made didn’t come at such a high cost
Where family meant together forever
Oh to go back to the days of barrettes and braids
The beautiful strands of hair woven together so gently, so preciously by my mother
Those were the days of smiles and not tears
Of hopes and not fears
Of goals and not obstacles
Of triumphs and not troubles
Those were the days of my young life
Of my early childhood
So much simpler than now
Scraping by day to day
Wondering where my next meal might come from
What house I’m going to float to to stay
Oh how I wish to go back to those days
But what adulthood has taught me
Wishes are for children
Hopes are for optimists
Goals are for the overly ambitious
And triumph is only for those who have it handed to them
Real adults never know what its like
To be happy like they were as kids
Real adults live in the real world
Not the reality our immature minds created as an illusion
A delusion
To make it through this world called Life
Wake up world
This is life!
Flash fiction one line challenge
The most heartbreaking sentence:
The porcelain doll face of the baby was so serene, so peaceful without a single hint of cancer that ate her away from the inside out placing her in the gold, silkened casket of eternal slumber.
The Guardians of Light series: Firefly of Immortality
“The angels gather round, as their world decays. Watching and waiting for the end of night and the beginning of day. Bound by oath forgotten within days, left to walk the earth in pain. Twilight locked in eternal damnation, the darkness swallowing their salvation.”