A Hope that never dies....

A Faith that never blows off.......

An  unknown encounter on doorsteps.....

Past Memories arriving on time....

Past times that deny to disappear suddenly....

A Great Battle between Lights and Shadows...

Where the Beginning and the end was not set down...

Where The Principles of Life go far beyond the common sense...

Where nothing will be like before.....

Where after-death life is a Myth....

where Eternity is a shockingly fairy tale..

Once upon a time, in ancient times, since there was no awareness nor rite

of the memory to the good one and bad one , to be qualified in this way.

There was only one simple existence of the everyday, the erasable memory,

without a trace of evidence.

Evidence is needed to leave a testimony, which disseminates a belief, with 

good roots.

Regarding to this time, worlds in one, orbiting in chaotic & antagonistic

circles that began to ask for the guidance of a nonexistentorder, with outstanding overtones, but with hierarchy and organization, at least in appearance.

Once upon a time , a Generation that did not know where to go, but they

were at the wheel of a great ship which outlined a great responsibility in

all aspects.

Once upon a time , Age of Mirages that are apparently to stay and

disorient the Divine order of things which did not fit this order , indeed.

Times of Lights and Shadows where they combine perfectly yet , in the

despite of the prevailling ignorance.

Once upon a time, a Winged Mutant Generation recalling that

had no enough memory to remember that ever reached the limit of

touching the Divine, known as the unreachable horizon of Utopia :

                      “ The Holy Paradise”

Where access was denied by lack of Faith, so they could not open the

Great Opulent gate.

Once upon a time , in times of forgetfulness , a kingdom , a Great

Kingdom where nothing was missing at all to meet the

experiential and vital needs to ensure :

                             “ LIFE”

Life was never denied any being, any entity nor any evidence in keeping

with.

Once upon a time when The Sacred and Pagano walking along with

firmly with no horizon ahead.

Once upon a time , a consolidated Grand Union where there was no

commandments to be followed up. So it was no necessary.

Where everything was so natural and unfolded that the basic principles of

survival were respected right off.

In times of a Big Dream of a Great Emperor, without disciples or

subjects, only surrounded by living things, reflecting his essence, his

image, his spirit , to the letter.

A doomed kingdom by shadows where they were shaped up by the fear of the

Unknown.

A doomed kingdom by lights by shining no hard enough to see its own way

to be followed up somewhere ahead.

An Unexpected Journey was once and still beating on the edege of the

unknown.,

A light of an uncertain Hope that twinkles so weak, so suitable seeking

for the boldest way.

Where there are many ways to look into...in search of Freshness , Peace

and Wisdom.

As it says :

“A carpet of petals of all kinds , but it feels so different to the touch.”

Where you can read in sacred scripture what it was and what it is

today:

                                      “ FALLEN ANGEL “

                              HEAVENLY MEMORIES

In times of Greatness , where Winged Beings flying across the Sky

wonderfully and amazingly.

Regardless of gender and belief , holding a Faith utterly unlimited.

Allowing the Harvest of a continous Hope where the crystallized fruit of

dreams became so real that they left behind their ghosts.

There is no limit . It never set from the creation. Since imagination was

soared by dreams.

Where Reality and Dreams are linked to be one as always. Yet the

difference between them is imposed by the prejudice of Belief and Faith

as well as the Light Bearers.

According to their beating to Life , Faith & Hope should face up fot

Great Achievements & Challenges , so to say.

“There is no written destiny , but being written yet.”

The actual Reality was a past wish which was performed by crossing the

“Rainbow Bridge” , from the impossible to possible.

They are the Bearers of a Big Magic Book which should be written with

full of Hope , full of the impossible where Life allows you to feel it in an

awesome way , forever and ever.

As Body and Soul were evoking to belong to the Sacred Law & Divine.

And yet they were labeled by means of highlighting the chosen colors of

timeless Life.

As Wings outline:

“ Synonym to Greatness , a Bridge to the Divine , a Bridge to Paradise

and also a Bridge to the Forbidden.”

Asking for to go back home , unless it was homeless.

Asking for to go back to the owner , unless that one is missing .

As Crown draws :

“Greatness , tight to the head. By inspiring Greatness in the Ego, in

the Highspirit in order to feel all the living energy in one hand.

By being crushed or benevolent within Tolerance.”

"REBIRTH OF HOPE THAT NEVER DENIED"

A Hope that never dies....

A Faith that never blows off.......

An unknown encounter on doorsteps.....

Past Memories arriving on time....

Past times that deny to disappear suddenly....

A Great Battle between Lights and Shadows...

Where the Beginning and the end was not set down...

Where The Principles of Life go far beyond the common sense...

Written by Borge G. J. Sorensen L.

Better known as The Life Writer

Twitter: @bgjsl33thor

@TheLifeWriter1

He watched her in her deepest sleep...

Watched how forever made its greatest leap,

How it drew a picture where time is on its tip,

Like a smell of rose all our kisses keep.

Watched how forever made its greatest leap

And tired not so to climb the clouds so steep

Like a smell of rose all our kisses keep,

I stared at nowhere like tonight's a gift.

I'm tired not so to climb the clouds so steep,

With strength I can build our place with sift

I stared at nowhere like tonight's a gift,

And then, saw forever formed its shape with fate.

With strength I can build our place with sift,

I will draw our picture where time's on our tip.

For I saw how forever formed its shape with fate

As I watched you in your deepest sleep.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away lived the brutal winds of salanahara and its tense people who did the same thing every day. Farmed the rolling hills and trained the stubborn livestock. Everything was the same for thousands of years until one year when's little girl was born with the name of treasure.

A long time ago

in a galaxy

far far away...

There ruled a 

heart

of kindness,

that for a Templar,

the Grail.

The bliss

is in perfection,

In formation

were quintessence

of peace

in what seems 

to be 

penultimate.

And in state

reinstates

the genius

by bond

that treasures

creatures

created

from psalms

of verses

with courses

of presents

in blank.

There are heroes

luring 

the songs

and the sound

And there's 

heaven

singing

with trumpets

in the absence 

of clouds.

But time

was gone and 

it went

so blank

Darkness

orbited 

and the lights

went black

Holes embraced

the Race

disgraced

by Faith

and it's late 

to be safe

from condemnation

where Redemption's 

a fool

It's full

of denial

It's bridal

from eclipses

of the moon

and the Sun 

was stolen and 

murdered

by the glimpses

of the Hades' tune.

There came a prison

of invasion

invaded 

and imprisoned 

with the

formation

of quintessence

of artifice

with contempt

and those Stars 

go tempt

the Land 

with Love

coated

with hate

in the state

they make

a revolution

rotated

and twisted 

from truth

to keep 

the worlds

from thinking

and resisting

the embrace

of the taste 

of the sweet 

quintessence

of strife.

And the world

is now waiting

for the Templar

to come.

Waiting 

for heroes

to be a thousand

in

One.

For the world 

is thinking

all about 

the hate

and prays to the devil

on His Perfect State,

And the world

embraces the kiss

of the darkness

by light.

From a galaxy afar

that had been long 

so lost

—Life.

I always love the holiday season. It's all as if the world took a break from being a harsh battlefield, and suddenly turned to a big Dome staging acts about sharing and love. It seems that what have been a dark forest of nightmares turned to a theme park where we can feel the sweet honesty of the wind. And it means a lot. Why? We're humans. And in the never-ending arena of life, we are all actors—whether we are rich or poor, black or white, straight or not—we are all in the same lane and we are looking at the same sky. And as actors, we need some breaks where we can breathe freely out of what have been murdering our hearts, our minds and our souls...to take a glimpse or to value what we have in our life, in a positive side. The Holidays is the perfect season for this one, thanks to the tradition and teachings which helped shape what Christmas and New Year should mean to our worlds, and that makes it the right time to look back at the things we have today and track back our less righteous actions, to weigh them thoroughly then swear to not repeat them, or at least prevent them to happen. The Season is also the perfect season for sharing love, as what an adage says, "The heart melts in the warmest song", because we have known (in the books and in the actual experiences) that Christmas is over-pouring with love and New Year is over-pouring with positivism. So are there presents, family gatherings, dates, out-of-town trips and more. And besides, there's even more with the Holiday season, and it's a movie we, the actors, should explore out of the script.

Oh, I've got to go, Friend. We are now entering the Cinema.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away......

It started as a pebble floating uppon the cosmic stream,

and soon became a rock which was struck by a cosmic beam.

the rock was hurled across the void collecting fragments as it passed,

and soon became an asteroid and it's size was growing fast!

passing through the atmosphere of a burnt out dormant star,

and crashing through debris of forgotten galactic wars.

on and on it made its way out beyond the great divide,

melding with the wonders of its universal ride.

past the rings of saturn its speed was fading fast,

it's final pass was mars and the pebble stoped at last.

its journey started small but in the end it grew,

for it became the planet Earth and home to me and you!

  F Woods 12/24/2015

May The Force Be With You!

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... a universe so vast, a colorful array.  A Billion spheres of gases burning so bright, yet in a patch of darkness there's one gloomy light. A lone little glow standing so bold, no sun to be seen looking ever so cold. Drawing  in on a planet defined mountaintops of snow,  a disguise to outsiders merely a show. The truth of this world was foretold to begin, a self sustaining energy that lies deep from within. A Source providing  power and a life to adore; yet it shields itself incase some dare to explore. Life here is fragile, the Junko people being the rarest of pure, with no hinders of darkness and that they are sure. The world's a hidden tumbler map very few can see, the planet is the lock and the Junko are the key.  

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, a young girl with eyes a brilliant blue the colour of deep pools looked up at the stars. She was daydreaming of spending many a night with her lost love under those stars. At that same moment looking up at the stars was a young man, his eyes were drawn up to the sky, although no stars were visible as the clouds and rain marred his vision. He missed his young love and had a longing to see those beautiful eyes, that could see through his twisted soul. but it was not to be, her father had seen to that. So here he now resides in a wasteland poluted with his torment and hatred, far far away in foreign lands, a lifetime away from the only girl he has or will ever love...