Decorated
Posted on April 16, 2012 Leave a Comment
The image that I give myself to present to those
that are not me, is a sight I know in theory is me.
But there is something off kilter about this look of mine.
There is a disconnect from the rules of the world
inside my true self, but this image I created has no problem
with the rules.
I start to think is there something wrong with my real image?
Is it a beast, a dream, or the unsustainable self?
None of the others have the answers, they are images as well.
I want to undecorate my survival self
and return to who I think I really am,
but those decorations have been up so long
that my real self has become the decoration.
Silver Whistle
Posted on April 16, 2012 Leave a Comment
I sat along a cliff overlooking the azure ocean.
I had no idea why I was sad, there was no good reason.
I held my silver whistle in my hands and my mind drifted
to the truly lonely who had not anchored.
To the the ones who had no sense of who they are.
And to the ones, like me, who knew the road and did not take it.
If I blew my silver whistle, then it would come.
My destination was blocked by me alone.
All I had to do was breathe into it
and everything would fall in place.
I looked at the ocean and breathed fresh air.
I found my voice, silver as it was,
and I made my choice…
Prince Torell Destine
Posted on April 12, 2012 Leave a Comment
The Doubter.
Born and raised in Old France.
Son to Queen Serena and King Shard Destine.
A study in contradictions: bold and fearful; loving and empty; heroic and cowardly.
A man with a great destiny in front of him.
Terrell Dest
Posted on April 12, 2012 Leave a Comment
The Dreamer.
Terrell Dest was born and raised in Piersdale, NJ. His father died the day he was born and his mother died when he was five years old.
His adopted parents were good to him and he wound up having a good friend throughout his school years,Karen Weathers.
The thing that affected him throughout his youth was the strange dreams that made it seem like he existed throughout the different eras of human history. He always felt like he didn’t belong in Piersdale.
It was like he was meant for bigger things…
Karen Weathers' Linian Legacy 