Dragon's World Kanasi

We are all human,
until we turn dark,
and the dark won’t let go,
because it is too strong,

The darkness’ grip,
will use a strangle hold,
and won’t let go,
until we diminish,

It’s like a power unknown,
yet familiar,
built a wall,
around our aura,

Our will sometimes,
is very strong,
but not strong enough,
to destroy evil,

What do we, humans, strive for?
is it pain and suffering?
or the power to win,
against unwavering odds?

A girl looks up,
To a dying world
suddenly,
it’s very cold,

she reaches out a hand,
something shimmers,
a flower unfolds,
in her palm,

as she starts to walk,
angel wings appear,
behind her,
with a trail of petals,

she will reach,
that one place,
where the flowers,
still grow,

since she is an angel,
that protects flowers.

This powerful feeling,
that washes over me,
takes a hold,
of even my soul,

It is not pain,
not soreness or tiredness,
neither hate,
nor anger,

It is love, strong,
binding,
a tightness in the chest,
rushes in the heart,

It courses through my veins,
waiting to flow out,
into someone’s heart,
ready to give way,

Love can hurt,
but it is also beauty,
strength is love,
and forever will be.

The key that holds,
the future,
will unlock,
great fortune,

It will pour over,
this world,
in a glimmering blaze,
of dreams and hope,

When the time comes,
the heart will open,
and let out,
a flood of emotions,

The earth shakes,
it cracks and creeks,
until it starts to crumble,
but then the light shines,

Everything is clear,
the future,
of this world.

The time will come,
for the destruction,
of pain,
of torture, bleeding,

The suffering will end,
at last,
the soul will be freed,
of all darkness,

It will dissipate,
fly far away,
and never return,
the soul will know gladness,

Happiness will come,
grief will disappear,
and only,
joy will be left,

One must live,
to the fullest,
or life is meaningless,
so one must be happy.

Mother is
kind, beautiful,
caring, loving
no matter what,

What it means,
to be a mother,
is something so great,
it is beyond comprehension,

The love that comes,
from a mother’s heart,
is overwhelming,
and breathtaking,

There must sometimes,
be sacrifices,
but also there are,
the happy times as well,

What my mother means,
to me is greatness,
powerful, loving,
and the best mother ever.

Let’s try this,
see if we get anywhere,
in our lives,
in our souls,

We strive for one thing,
to be loved,
we all need it,
but it is not easy to get,

One must work hard,
to achieve this
emotion,
that we all have inside,

So let’s all do our best,
to love,
so we all feel loved,
and are not alone.

Wish it would all go back,
when we were friends,
and skip these days,
of the present,

This feeling,
of anxiousness,
torment and despair,
leaves a hole in my heart,

It tears us apart,
this feeling inside,
why?
why can’t we go back?

To when everything was great,
when we were close,
it makes me sad,
that things are different,

Please…
let us go back.

It’s where it all begins,
every story, every poem,
even a piece of art,
it all starts on a blank page,

The way it looks before,
completely white,
or with lines and colors,
changes after the story is told,

It becomes a permanent,
page full of reminders,
that will be forever,
engraved there,

Once written,
it can never go back,
to the blank page,
it once was.

There are times,
when I just want to fade away,
back to dust,
where it all started,

But you must keep going,
it is the human nature,
to give up and die,
or hope and move on,

There’s something in the air,
that will burst any second,
like that bubble,
deep within your chest,

If one thinks of nothing,
but darkness,
then they become darkness,
and not the light,

So we must hope,
and move on,
it is in our nature,
to keep on living.