The Illusion is actually a series of poetic enties I had made over several weeks/months to express certain things that I had been feeling... Then again, isn't that what most poetry is?

I think I will post each entry in this thread here, with the date.

November first...

I remember this...

Here we are now once again...

The illusion fades away and you are left looking at the ground before you. The dirt rises in clouds about your feet as you shuffle them, getting a feel for your surroundings. You notice that you stand on a path... a clearly cut, defined path. This startles you a little and causes you to look around. On all sides but forward there are trees, so thick that you cannot determine which path was taken to get to the spot you stand now.

Up ahead you see someone dressed in a way you've never seen before. As you approach, a voice, neither male nor female, speaks to you. "Here before you lie three paths. Each of the three before you have been intermingled before, weaving, dodging, ducking, and blurring what you have seen up until now."

This makes you look around again, and see the mesh of trees behind you. Your head begins to hurt as you think about what brought you here... And you look back to the person before you. The person simply smiles and shakes it's head. "You have talked to everyone... you know that you have to move down one of these three paths, and forsake the other two. I cannot give you any guidance."

Again your head hurts as you think back... You remember, there were those who gave you advice... those who spoke too quickly, others who didn't speak at all... Your head spins with the information flooding your mind. You can see the three paths clearly... You take a step forward but falter.... Just as you had thought to walk a path... the illusion falls over you again...

Here we are now, once again... Reading the words before you.


November ninth

the illusion

again reality fades from you
everything around you shifts away
all thats left in front of you
are those three paths, clear as day
you remember being here once before
three paths were there at dawn
but now you stare in wonder
as one of those paths is gone
a simple look about you finds
nothing that seemed the same
a little voice inside your head whispers
you thought this was a game?
you realize as you stare and look
that the voice inside was right
three paths there might have been before
but two there are tonight
you look down at your feet again
you were about to make your choice
but now that path is gone you see
and again you hear that voice
there isnt time to play any games
you only get one chance
to make the best of what youve got
and never take a second glance
you look and see what is left
two paths here tonight
and once again your foot moves
toward the path you think is right
what happens when you know your wrong?
when you are stuck again?
you take a step down a path
and the illusion fades back in

November fourteenth

Again the illusion- and the leap of faith

Just as you thought the ilusion would last, once more it fades away
You find yourself again in this place, staring at the paths ahead
That person in front of you, again it is there
Blurred beyond recognition, simply a presence
You stare in wonder as the dawn approaches, your paths have changed again
What started as three and went to two, has faded down to one
Being that that is the only path left, you start to walk it
Only as you brace yourself for the illusion to settle over you once more
It just doesnt happen
Now you start walking, faster and faster
And you pass the one who spoke to you the first two times
You can hear the voice in your head again, chilling you to the core
As you take another step you find yourself at the edge of the world
staring down into oblivion
The voice echos... "There is never a choice, simply the illusion."
Staring at the great expanse before you of complete emptiness
You can only wonder what will be in store for you
The voice once more echos "Your path has already been chosen."
You look back, shuddering at the revalation
And then, once more, for the last time, the voice echos inside
"When you are ready, jump."
Standing on the edge of oblivion, the fear creeps over your skin
You feel you cannot yet make the jump
You shake in terror
Standing there, shaking, shivering
The illusion takes over
And once again, you are staring at words on a screen.


February twelvth

Salvation

Sitting and staring, the screen in front of you
The words seem clear, you can read them

But as you look, the words are changing and shifting everything around you that was clear is now blurry. You feel your stomach fall as the world fades away... The illusion has faded again. You recognize the feeling in your stomach. Everything around you is dark, and you can feel the emptiness. You can hear and taste it... All around you, the abyss of eternity. Staring as hard as you can, you focus, trying to catch the slightest glimpse of light... of life...

"Just blink..." a soft voice pierces the darkness...

Your eyes hurt as you adjust to the light, and you do, just that... You aren't falling anymore... the illusion has taken over again. And that soft voice you heard...

Salvation