Jennifer Ware
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Let Me In
Since the beginning of time , we have been in search of something we intuitively felt lost to us , driving us to search the ends of the earth for it when all this time , it has been within us and near us all along . What is the one element that is above all symbolic of purity and life giving? Water , rain , snow , and ice. But , water has always been there , it is what lays beneath it we seek. Consider this act of betrayal by those who swear to serve and protect your very being and rule over us one by one until you have realized , the accessible water in which you are told you must pay for , is not pure . She see's us , in many form's , watching who will nurture her womb by removing toxic pollutions and those who deem to have other higher priorities unrelated to the nuisance of such a responsibility. ''Go ahead , kill me '' she so silently whispers each day . ''But one day , you will regret abandoning your duty to me . '' We have seen her heart ache , we have felt her pain when she no longer can bear it and unleashing it into the world through storms of destruction. Men went mad when crewing and boarding a ship to discover treasure that sadly was never meant to be found within a golden box promising riches and trinkets to change the world. What if the treasure they were seeking laid beneath darkened waters , unwilling to give it's location away so easily after the death of betrayal the first time? When a man can find no other way out of an argument he see's as not winning , he quickly embraces his lover by silencing the emotion with an act of a deepened kiss only to silence the storm. But such storms can never be truly silenced , they can only be placed within a box , waiting , to be reopened by the very trigger in which it was placed within from the beginning. For it is the oldest story in the book , he whom desires the one thing he can never truly have . For she whom is desired exists within dimension's that have only offered the man seeking her storms of death with unwelcomed open arms. That is when obsession of her turned to possession , and the ailing dominance of subduing the craving of his last kiss he felt before unable to ever embracing her again . Is she the prisoner to another who hold's the key to her release , or content with out him? Is is not the GAUNTLET of love that sparks and ignites passion within another , the endless desire to over power any other who might win her , the need to prove them selves worthy of another's devotion ? Those who find the ritual of courtship over bearingly foolish , have undoubtedly claimed themselves into worshipping eternal heaven in which sadly has also proven to in the end , drive those men into a form of unbeguiling madness of depraved interactions that makes a person human . Which comes to the remembrance of reminding such folly that even a God with powers untouchable to man , sought the warmth of a human's embrace . Creating a bond that forever linked us to both dimensions and the desired destination of feeling like we are not complete unless we can possess and dominate both . So you can now understand the circle of entrapment completely , there is no escape , only the will to thrive against it until we have found our eternal place of belonging. And for some of us , we sadly never reach that place of content for fear of angering those who must have dominance over all life and their lustful desires of power and control over human kind it's self. But those who do dare to break free of such gilded cages , understand the bounty of what was once taught to them unreachable has no limitations and that is the purest form of freedom. Placing the tigress within the illusion a cage is her home does not domestic her into submission , it only prolongs the awaited battle of when you will one day have to face her for believing you could possess such a creature and feel no wrath of her imprisonment .
By Jennifer Ware5 years ago in Futurism
Let Me In
Secrets , lies , deception , all but one who dared not to succumb to the so called normalities of a village built upon them . My name is unknown to me now , for time has progressed so much within the changes of seasons and truths of winds dispelling all that was once so familiar and known to me in the very village I speak of determined to reshape the very essence of my soul. Names in a fashion , are like numbers to identify us with another species , an unnatural form of communication so foreign to the souls of beings that were born from ignited energy that has been ignorantly subdued and lost to what we address ourselves as civilized human beings. Let us begin with the proper introduction of this village I speak of , in which for some time was allotted to maintain unscratched surfaces of their appearances and symbolism in which they desperately tried to maintain , until of course I came along and changed all that . You have heard the stories of ghosts and headless horsemen that were considered the foe and enemies of such legends, but you have not yet been told of ghosts and those that lurk within the shadows as being the heroes and sources of encouragement guiding those who dared to stand against the true enemies , those very people who live under a profound secret code creating a world within a world they dominate , and if you stand against them , you face an inescapable horror realizing the one person you must truly trust in the end of all such stories , is yourself and how much you are willing to endure until the very end . What price is to be paid to lose yourself completely in order to reshape your reality apart from theirs in order to just survive to the next day of their never ending ramblings of useless purgatory gauntlets so desperate to make you either go mad , or worse , a mindless vessel operated by those who claim to govern and protect you. This is no revolution I speak of , it is not a rebellion, it is a war which has been plagued since the beginning of time it's self , the war of discovering and rediscovering the bitter sweet taste of knowledge that was once spilled out so intoxicatingly , like a wave of pleasure that can not be contained by just innocent curiosity , but devoured . Who is truly to blame for such a disease , those who willingly gave it to us , or those who sought to forsake such knowledge obsessed with a driven impulse to become more powerful then the given source? When a village bases it's morals and teachings about an all loving god building temples to symbolize and shelter these notions , and goes against the very ideals they preach by isolating those deemed not fit to belong amongst them , they are creating the very monsters they teach their children to despise . When you find yourself in such a place , listen to the whispers of knowledge pleading with you to inhale the seduction of knowledge , and the voice of all voices beckoning to your very being , LET ME IN .
By Jennifer Ware5 years ago in Futurism
