The First small Collection

Collection #1 from the works of Rodriquez Wrenchezo...

A small collection of my works.....

Collection 1, #1

I am a part of Spring, by Birth,
Born, in the month of the Winds,
Upon the day of the Windrider,
In the year of the heavens, yet it wasnot,
misssing the last blessing, that gave it
the power of the triad.

Wave Glider, Wind Rider,
Soul_Searcher and Shadow Lurker,
A time of Change, upon the back
of the ever-moving elemental.

I was a child of the light,
and the night,
both and neither.

I was the silent one,
listening to the whispers,
The Whispers of the winds,
and of the night and of the Dawn.

Than i was the watcher,
of the truth, of the lie,
of the mixing of them all.

And Among this,
The Sun shone and the night Fell,
as the winds blew, and I,
listened to them and heeded their call.

And than I was silent,
pondering everything I had
heard and seen, thoughtful,
and than I was free.
and everything began.

And I was no longer just a watcher,
nor a listener, but both, and more,
I had a grasp upon the reality, of
my truth and my lie.

I knew not what was to come,
nor what I was to do, yet
I knew I would be there, and
not among those without the will.
No longer holding back,
I am free and able to
do what I should have
done before.

Collection 1, #2

You said you loved me,
and I believed you.
YOu said you hated me,
and I believed that to.
I said I loved you,
and this to was true,
I said that no matter what, I was your friend,
and this to, in my heart was true.

And than we found it can never be,
and this was true also.
and I accepted that, knowing
that it was true.
but did You?

Though many times, during all days,
my thoughts wondered and strayed,
and something reminded me of you,
and I realized I still Love you,
and that my love had been changed,
still deep but on another level,
and another reality,
and I still love you,
as a friend loves another,
though deeper and stronger.
I would do whatever I can,
for you, my beloved friend.

Collection 1, #3

Barefoot on the Beach,
walking among the sand's flow,
watching another footseps going
another way from mine, away from mine.
as I, I walked along with a time,
A time of before and after, of change,
and of knowing and not knowing,
of living and learning,
walking into the mistakes, and walking,
walking through them, not stumbling, but walking,
learning and become more sure
because of it, living in the time,
that is now, and going on, walking
though the flowing sands,
watching another footsteps
as they go away from me, and I,
I walk on, looking into ahead.

Collection 1, #4

And it came to pass,
as it always does, that somewhere along the line of time,
One Era comes and another goes,
sometimes quietly, sometimesnot,
but as always change comes with the flowing of the River,
and in the passing new things are found
and new abilities discovered,
yet as always corruption comes,

and the best intentions turn into something
that they werent meant to be,
as one era flows into another,
and the ending of one, signals the ending of it all,
as the worst came to pass,
as the time grew weary, and the people grew tired,
of protecting there place, of having to fight,
and of having to watch others as some equipped
themselves for better protection,
and decided to fight for what they considered theirs
while others only wanted to move on, to leave
it all behind, to forget the past
and to forge something new,
to begin anew
what should not have been lost,
except for mistakes made by others
and the fighting the came because of strangers,
yes of those who stayed, not many to begin with,
some gave up and became lost,
others defended their right, and the home
they helped birth in the Light,
yes what was the use of a home that no one ever come to?
When did right make it wrong?
or knowing that it was becoming hopeless to even
try to protect what is now considered lost.

Moving on, yet lamenting the loss,
knowing that one day, there might be a time
to come back and find again,
this home, lost for now,
but not now,
The ending of an Era,
a beginning of anew, once again,
a circle coming around once again,
and of findoing and holding,
keeping, and caring, trying once again,
to create the home now gone,
lost, in time, in the flowing streaming,
in the ribbon's strand.
Taking up The Quest,
moving on, following the time's path,
and finding new ideas, new abilities,
in the hopes of one day,
being able to mend the evil,
of a long lost home.