Arms held out, one foot in front of the other, I balance on a wire, high above the ground.  A breeze brushes my curls from my eyes, the smell of pine teasing my nostrils.  Where do I walk?  The canyon below is long, the river a crushing, raging roar that echoes back and forth across the wide canyon walls.  Slews of red, orange, burgundy mix with walls of grey and black granite, the layers of past epochs exposed to the elements.

Poetry below.

warp hole
created by myself


We eternally
swept up in
the tides of gravity –
twisted matrix
a complex array
of variables
and probability
that melds
into our lives,
explosions of light,
clothe our souls.

see the sun rising
overtaking the horizon,
flooding the world with
gold and warmth.

see the sun set,
the warmth fading
as the dark of night
overtakes the last
dying rays
of our lifeblood.


Each hole
within ourselves
is filled and depleted
each day of our

Anger –
a flood of searing flames,
ignites the need
to scream, shout
succumb to violence,
our fists colliding with
the soft pillow
resistance of a face.

Sadness –
a flood of encompassing
Grief, sorrow,
all form the tears,
the silence that
steals our voices away,
leaving us with empty hands,
empty words,
and a hole in our hearts.

Joy –
floods the heart with light,
that spills forward into laughter,
bubbling up from that pit
in your stomach,
and gives you the air
to defy gravity
for short while.

Hate –
a conglomerate of
emotions that steal
away the joy,
the ability to empathize
with those around you.
Spreads like a disease,
the life out of all who
fill their holes
with this poison.

Love –
a conglomerate of
emotions and actions
that burst forth from the
heart garden,
blossoming through our
muscles and skin,
to invigorate our bodies
and those whom we love,
the actions that spur us
from this wellspring
of truth
provide a source
of light
in the darkness.


Mix and match,
stir and shake,
complexity even
in what seems simple.
Seek what
you do not understand.
Seek and listen
to those you fail to comprehend.

Who are you truly?
Can you see yourself?
Can you love yourself?

We face ourselves
each time we gaze upon
the lifeblood
of our planet,
and the garden
of our universe.
Our atoms
derive from those
stars in the sky.

More complex
than a mere recipe,
our genes combine
elements, molecules
to form us.

Who are you really?
Can you say?

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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