concerns of daily life, he slowly came to see the peace, beauty, and
reliability of the sun's regular appearance.
As his life went on, he got married, and his wife gave him a son.
When his father died, he promised to carry on the tradition...
Every day, a father and his son go to a nearby hill to watch the sun rise.
Why Me?
by
Eric Hanson
I've lived my life
Plagued through with strife.
"Let it pass" they said,
But I can't shut out the Red.
Why me, Why me?
I have so much misery.
They won't let up when I am down,
They won't listen to what I've found.
I cannot say what I think,
I cannot create a lasting link.
When I try to lift my head,
It's driven back down, Anger fed.
Why me, Why me?
I have so much misery.
I can't get up, they're much too strong.
They cannot see their actions wrong.
I try to fight, but let it stay,
'Let it pass' another day.
It never stops, It doesn't cease.
I never have a time of peace.
Why me, Why me?
I have so much misery.
I try so hard, I cannot rise.
For I'm weighted down with heavy lies.
Terra and Luna
by
Eric Hanson
Terra and Luna
Locked in their endless dance
Luna, shy, only sheds her dark cloak every once in a while,
Peeking around her obscure stellar hood to show only part of her face,
And then turning back to enjoy the loneliness of the inside of her sequined
coat.
Sometimes, summing up all of her courage, she steps into the daylight, stepping
out in front of Sol.
But when they come together, and Terra shares her dance partner, it does not
result in
darkness, but gives Terra a beautiful light show projected by Sol's
fiery crown.
Terra, on the other hand, leads the dance.
Circling Sol as the center of the ballroom floor.
Terra, our mother, caring for us as children.
We eat, breathe, and live with Terra.
Every once in a while, we gain the courage to leave our mother and travel
into the great
unknown expanse between the stars.
But never too far from home.
Sometimes we visit shy Luna, however we always return to our mother, Terra.
Someday Terra's children will have compassion on Luna, that shy little angel
of the night.
And we will give her children.
Thus turning the slow, sad ballet into a joyous dance through the stars.
Star's Wishes
by
Eric Hanson
Watching the stars...
Watching the sea...
I see the fascination the two have with each other.
The stars turning in their endless cycle,
And the sea lapping up rhythmically on the rocky shore.
They both seem to wish that they could become each other,
For stretching into the endless horizon,
They seem to join,
But, alas, it is never to be,
For they are also separated by an endless distance.
Raindrop Serenade
by
Eric Hanson
Rain.
One second slamming against the ground as if to split it open,
The next, it is calmly pattering the earth, collecting into small rivulets,
and flowing
into miniature lakes.
One raindrop is innocent, consumed by the earth as soon as it falls,
But when many raindrops join together, it can turn into a menace, causing
floods and
mudslides.
Rain can be soothing, with the rhythmic beats against the window,
Dripping off of the roof of the house into small puddles,
Tapping happily to an unsung tune, punctuated by the low, booming vibrations
of the
thunder, and accompanied by the violent white flash of lightning.
Then, after a long serenade, or just a short ditty, it ends, leaving either
dreamers sad
at its ending, or mourners rejoicing at its long-awaited silence.
Journey Through My Mind
by
Eric Hanson
I draw inside my mind,
Viewing scenes that can only be observed by my mind's eye.
Many different visions cross the horizon.
Terrifying,
Prophetic,
Beautiful visions that I try to hold on to for as long as possible before it
dissipates,
becoming the warm gray mist that surrounds me.
My mind is an island of sanity in an insane world,
Or a small piece of my own kind of insanity in an unforgiving reality.
My mind turns a dull experience into a moment to remember.
When the world grows cold, snow and ice covering the ground, I focus all of my
attention inside, drenching myself with the serenity and memories of
that
special place to which only I have access.
I travel through some memories,
Around others.
Although only a few have had the insight and courage to journey through my mind,
None return without a fragment to keep and to remember.
The Tale of a Captured Soul
by
Eric Hanson
The Dark Spirit and Eternal Foe is unleashed.
Banished to the land made exclusively for he and his small band of rebels.
However he escapes.
And mars the pure beauty of the Creator's Handiwork.
A single simple act allows the Dark One to take control of those who are
born into the
doomed world.
A single simple act allows the hopeless to exist with the creator for all
eternity.
All would be lost if the Maker did not send his son to battle the Dark One
hand to hand.
But as Evil stood back to smile at the broken body of our Savior, he lost a
crucial battle that would allow captured souls freedom.
Ages passed, and armies amassed on both sides for war.
Then the time arrived.
Trumpets sounded, and the steady thunder of mighty horse's hooves rang
through the
Valley.
The rebels fell left and right, but the Maker's host could not be touched.
Finally the Dark one was captured, and made to endure punishment fit for all
the pain and anguish suffered on the Maker's Creation.
After judgement was fulfilled, those who found hope through the Creator's
Son helped the Maker rule a new Creation.
For all eternity.
Never to know sadness, pain,
Or darkness and shadows.
For they will meet their Creator.
the fly
by
Eric Hanson
There is a fly upon the wall
fly you should not be there at all
but what he dont know is that i just plastered
now you're stuck you dirty bastard
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