The jagged edges of the arrows and swords plunged into the land as tainted wings and banners lay scattered across blackish scars tracing the blood red land, all while the sound of a drum continues to beat. A battle with love's army has scared the land and the people that reside in the heart. Their warm hearted nature slowly turning to stone. They are tired of fighting off heart break and only want peace in the land, but they know that this shall never come until they find the one. CRACK! Lighting lights up the black clouds that have now taken over the sky that had once been home of the pillow white clouds that laughed with the innocence of first love. The people look up with this memory, and the elders cry. The children run across the land dodging boulders and swords that jutted out of ground never knowing of anything other than war and heartbreak not remembering the white clouds or the flying angles or even the song of love and innocence. Yet one boulder stands proud and alone pure white as the clouds use to have been. A prophetic promise a whisper of true love in the darkness of absences, the only thing allowing the people to continue to live on in this wretched land, a promise sent from the heavens themselves when the soul was first made, "Thou shall find true love for the soul is made in two parts one for thyself and one for thy partner in heaven and earth".

Lol, guess this is gonna be my poem site...

No one is inherently good or evil. We can't blindly follow some pre-recommended plan to tell us whether we are good people or bad. Like a coin we have two sides a good and a bad and the area in the middle is the stuff (gray area) that makes up the most of us. Here is a poem to show what i mean.

Two wolves fight in the darkness of my heart
They attack each other with the quickness of a human dart
One represents me
the other represents me
They are the same wolf that fights between either side of my coin called a soul
One shall fail to win and the other shall take control
You ask me who shall win the fight in the end
will it be the good or the bad
Which shall break and bend
And i will tell you young lad
its the one that you and i choose to fed
in the darkness it shall succeed

Ok i didn't forget its just that...

So i'm pretty sure I'm just typing out what i think and feel with really no audience, so at least i know there isn't anyone to get offended. Hmm so today is June 17 2010 Lakers beat the Celtics (even though I'm not a very big sports watcher i must say it seemed to upset a lot of people), Argentina beat Korea in FIFA. And i seem to some how upset some very important people to me. Not exactly sure how but it seems I have stuck my own foot in my mouth. Wish I knew how or what i did and maybe try to fix it but at least some things can't ever be fixed. Wow this sounds really depressing lol, lets try a different approach. I know last time I wrote a poem and showed it to you guys so ill just try that again.

To dream is to paint a canvas on the white starch slate of ones inner soul

To let the there inner image refract through the dreams and color our minds

To wander the depths of our universe and explore the oceans of our emotions

To dreams is to breath ones own life through colored lenses

To taste the benevolent fragrance in the air

To touch the dominate warmth of our own souls laughter

To dream is to make the world our own

Wonders when the last time anyone...

I want to know what happened to the days when we just looked up to the stars and thought about everything and nothing at the same time. The world keeps spinning and we keep running and yet we never pause to think about where we are going. The people before us understood things we are to busy to see. About thought, and contemplation, about life, and feelings. To think that all our goals are so monetary and all our dreams revolve around the reality in which we cocoon ourselves is actually quite depressing. Life is to short to not take the time and pick the roses and just lay in the grass and look up in the stars. To think of things that have never been thought before. To feel new emotions. To relish in our own humanity and our own imperfections. Why is it that we never do this anymore?

Conformity vs. Freedom

A poem i once wrote said

With comfort and security comes the sacrifice of freedom.
One must not only give up the right to choose
But the right to have ability to choose
With the possibility of choice now gone
There is now a possibility of comfort security
For if everyone had been condition to accept what he or she gets
Whether they wanted it or not
Then the want to have more is abolished
The want to rise higher is no longer applied
The right to struggle
The right to love
The right to be able to believe in oneself is gone
In its place now stands the pillar of structure
That will govern and control the masses
In order to further the establishment of comfort and security come first
Freedom must come second

So where do we stand as People of the world

Which side shall we take

To say it is my first would show that i have never began

Not sure what to say or how to write what i feel. I mean i have an opinion so i guess i can blog. Yet i don't want to be like other bloggers who only post things that attract other people. Sex, drugs, news, ect... There is to many blogs out there that do that and they range from amazing to horribly created.

I want to create a place where i can make others think. Where people can come together and see something deeper. I want to create the Numba1 blog ;). To this first blog that i ever create and the many more that i might. I bid you ado for now.