Have you ever felt Trapped,stuck,unsure,wary,weary,*Anxious*devoid of clear decesion? This is where I am at this moment in time,having caused rifts in the waters of life,a wake upon the shores.wanting the journey to end,to find that one final place of peace on earth before the Grande master makes the decesion of my final resting arena and we compare notes and I am shown the ultimate in humbled arrogance.
I am missing the one true love of my life.my wife,whom I have loved with a passion,at times,regertfully,painfully, betrayed,at times taken for grated,yet she has has stayed,with only her unconditional love as anchor.Why is it we hurt the ones we love,and the ones whom love us most?I am just a man,who's decesions are made with the best of heart,sometimes blind by the struggle of the inner selves.Yes Selves.For I have always had the good vs evil,the call to show strength in any advent,with the counter of softness of heart to battle.a collosion and fight that comes before I see it,overwhelming and blinding,but now less erratic,less inconspicuous,but on ocassion,it rises .An upon the rising it weilds the swords of a blind man with his 6th sense primed for destruction,raging,slashing,a marksman that has but one goal,and that goal is victory.Have no mercy is this Tempest's motto,kill or be killed,he lives to see the slain suffer.He wants his blood and the blood he will see through the his path of darkness....
