

Lights of heavenClose your eyes my child, and breathe in, deep and slow. As you listen to the stillness, you will find my face a glow.Lights of heaven
When you are feeling so utterly alone, Look up to the lights of heaven, and you will find more comfort than you have ever known.
My voice is on the summer breeze, and the fall's crisp air. Glance at the beauty of the forest in spring; look, and I'll be there.
When you twirl in the snows of winter, and feel the crunch of the ground underfoot, Stop for a brief moment my child, the lights of heaven await for you to look.
See me in the streams and mountai


colorsshades of gray paint the faces that walk on and on in front of me. They wallow there, suffering in self-pity and drowning in the black pit of negativity. This pit seems ever mindful of the puppets that fall into it, leaking out in an ooze to take the lives of simple people and make them complicated.colors
In the midst of all this gray and dullness, there seems to be speckles of colors sprayed on certain things in this world around me. The eyes of a friend, of someone who understands this world, painted a sparkling and captivating blue that reminds me that the sky and the ocean are blue as well, except for an occasional grayness which s


My MisconceptionsI have walked through the way-wards, the hopeless and the the uninspired. I have walked among them holding a torch to the west wind, wondering always and onward, about why life had done them wrong.My Misconceptions
All along this was a misconception. Wrongs of life for one of the masses, could be right for another. Perspective is Deceptive!! Or is it the other way around? I now walk closer with open eyes, hoping that through the many doors of life's tabernacles, I will find my peace. I have loved and lost, but it was better than never loving before. I have made mistakes, taken many paths veering into the distance, leaving my own behind. &nb


The Mother CriesClouds billowing and turning in the distance, pushed foward by the invisible breath of the Goddess. Gray and menacing and ready to explode, the rest before they release the fury of eons. She cries as she weeps over the sins and turmoil of her children. Torrents pour from the heavens, washing away the filth of humanity.The Mother Cries
The skies will eventually clear, aching for the sun to break through the melancholy of the storm. It wakes, smiling on the cleansed plains and mountains, the cities and forests. It highlights the vibrant colors of the earth in greens, yellows, browns and reds.
The brightness of the su


Teenaged Shouting MatchThere never was a lack of doubt You never knew what it was about All the lying and schemes The excuses you dreamedTeenaged Shouting Match
Even when you got youre way youd pout You cant communicate unless you shout False truths are all you sprout These tumourous growths within Just prove all the places youve been And explain your intellectual drought


Our World, the Real WorldWe used to race as princesses and dragons. There were never any high-horsed princes or shining-armored knights to be found in our worlds. It was just us; the brave princess with her loyal dragon friend, off to scale mountains, trek across desert sands, and sail vast seas or fly over them. We were together, imagining for days on end.Our World, the Real World
We could never have known how skewed those imaginations would become; how faded the memories, and how rigid the creativity. How real the real world could be.
| I am basically a lover of art. I love to sing and listen and play music. I write poetry, and also prose. I love to observe people and try to understand what makes them tick.. all in all, I am an observer and teller of stories. I tell them in many forms, and see them all around me in the faces of the people I know and have come aquaintanced with. |
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~Espen Lee Tennant
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let me mosey on over and read some
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~Espen Lee Tennant
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"Let your words be fitting".
Inferno Canto X
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