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Hey again everyone. This one is about my 'Storm'

You see, just about everything in my life, I can relate to 'The Storm'. Thats what I call my troublesome times, so if you are on msn or yahoo or something and you see some cryptic message about a storm, it is probably referring to some troublesome times in my life. In anycase, I have written two poems about the storm, one in 2004, and one in 2006. I am going to post them here so you dont have to go looking for them, lol, but as you read them, note the differences that has come over my 'Storms' in the past two years. My different take on the storm, and my different view as to each of the aspects. Here is the one from December 13, 2004:

The Storm of My Soul

Deep Clouds roil above,
Thunder echoes in the distance,
Lightning flashes just before,
Wind whips unmercifully at the trees,
And I smile.

The storm is a release of the anger that I have felt,
The clouds that roil, are deep within my soul, the very pains inflicted against me.
The thunder is the noise of those who so infuriate me,
The lightning; the flashing of my own eyes, a warning to all those who see, of the wrath that is to come.
The wind is my true release, the cleansing breath through my very soul.
And I smile, for now I am free.

-Aria X-

And from May 20, 2006:

The Storm

As the thunder rolls, there is no more room for fear,
When your very heart beats to the steady thrum,
All that lives in you is that sound, the Power of the Storm.

As the lightning courses through your veins, there is no more room for emotion,
When that searing light burns away all of the impurities you carry,
All that you feel is the fiery heat, the Cleansing of the Storm.

As the wind blows, there is no more room for questions,
When the wind grabs your hair and whips at the burdens on your shoulders,
All that you carry is the feather-weight of air, the Freedom of the Storm.

As the rain falls, all is washed away,
When the rain touches your face and sinks into your heart,
All that can be, is the Purity of the Storm.

-Aria X-

These are what I feel, and what I relate to in my life. A friend of mine has something similar, but he calls his the matrix, everything can relate back to that. I guess everyone has their own version of "The Storm", but this is mine, this is how I view things, and this, this is why I will go out of my way to sit out in a storm. Watch the lightning, hear the thunder, feel the raindrops fall heavily on my skin. The storm makes all right again, its a gift from God for me.

In all of my love and prayers,

-Wishes-

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