For Cause, Country, and Love

To be a Soldier without a Cause.
To be a King without a Country.
To be a Poet without a Love.

What have we become?
That we fight for greedy Causes.
That the Country is torn apart.
That Love is something imaginary.
To be a great King,
One must first be a great Soldier.
And to be a great Soldier,
One must first be a Lover of Life,
Liberty,
Justice,
and Freedom in all things.

What have we become?
Our Soldiers know no Cause.
Our Kings hold no Countries.
Our Poets yield no Love.
Love,
It is the thing that holds all to a duty.
It is the thing that tells all what is right.
It is the thing that guides all in life.
A sense of honour,
A sense of duty,
A sense of life.
All are meaningless without love to bind them to the people.

"For King and Country", as it once was said.
"For Life and Liberty", yet again was said. But,
"For Love and Honour", is what should be said.

An imaginary love of Country
Binds all to an imaginary Cause
With imaginary Love.

All is for naught.
Country will fail,
Cause will fail,
But Love will never perish from the Earth.

Love will thrive in chaos,
In destruction,
In war.
Love is what holds sway over the hearts of men,
And is what will rule the world when all are gone.

So in life,
Let your Love become your King
And let it guide you and be your Cause
Become a Soldier of Love,
Not a slave to it.
Rule your heart,
And you rule your world.
For your Love is your Country,
And that Country your Home.

~Kjten Enwood ©

Write Me a Love Story

How can it be so easy to make new friends, fall in love, and have grand adventures; but be so difficult to let them all go and be on with your own miserable little life? Is it the thrill of only reading a book once, then tossing it aside? Making the words on the pages nothing but memories of something you never actually did? Is it so much easier than standing up to yourself and saying, "Yes, I had the courage to meet these people I now love dearly as friends, I do love that man, and we did have great adventures! All of us did..."

But the truth behind every story is that there is always a character that is too strong for her own good. A character that sacrifices everything to be with her companions, her friends, her brothers in arms... and has nothing left in the way of compassion for herself. She thrives on the attention and love she receives from others; but at the same time, despises herself and thinks herself weak that she need depend on them. But, she is not weak. She may in fact be the strongest person her friends had and will ever meet.

It's scary to think of the characters in books as ourselves; that we are nothing more than words on a page, lives that have predetermined endings. But we also have a chance to change what happens between the bindings of the pages, to shape our lives with the characters we are destined to encounter. It may be our choice who we're friends with, who we love, and what we'll do with our lives; however, there's a limit to what the possible outcomes will be. During each phase of our lives we will encounter different choices, and these choices are what allows us to write our own pages - each choice narrowing the endings we are capable of receiving for the story we have written.

The meekest mouse is often the smartest, the confident hawk is often the strongest, yet they both succumb to the end of the ink and die with the words... leaving nothing but memories of a book long forgotten.

~Kjten Enwood ©

•::~ la tristezza~::•

I know it's not all pain and sadness,
But that's all I've experienced.
I love the world,
The trees,
The animals,
The lakes and rivers,

But I hate the people.
Humans have caused my sadness,
Nature prevents it.

In my short life I've felt many things,
Happiness,
Joy,
Love,
Fear,
Anger.
But none are as controlling as the deep sadness I feel.
Even through the smiles,
Even through the laughs,
There's always an overwhelming sadness
Brewing in my heart.

It's caused by Love.
Love is my pain.
I keep it locked inside myself
Never to escape.
Because when it does, I feel the tinge
Of sadness coming
Once again.


~Kjten Enwood ©

Heart of Petals

If I tell you I love you, I mean it from the bottom of my shattered heart.
If I tell you I need you, with hands reaching for you, grab them and hold them tight.
If I tell you I want you, tell me you want me too.

If I tell you I love you, it means I always will.
     Even if you say no,
          And hurt me with sad words,
               Rejection.


I will still love you, even through the pain.


So if I tell you
  I love you,
    I need you,
      I want you,
Please don't crush my battered soul.
Because my love is eternal.

So when I tell you I love you, I mean that I need you, I mean that I want you,
To fix my shattered heart.
I let you in because I saw in you a light that could save mine, and make me happy once again.


Don't crush my heart of petals...
Let it have a chance to bloom.


~Kjten Enwood ©

~::~

She's the girl that believes what comes around goes around.
The one that hopes for a better day.
The one that won't give up on you.
She's a girl that's unlike the res.
The one that spent her days smiling and her nights crying.
She's the girl that would love to be loved.
The one that looks so damn strong, but feels so weak.

She's the girl that picks herself up every time she falls...