Three Elements Collection By Taylor Roberts

5/25/2014

INTRODUCTION 2

WATER 3

FIRE 6

AIR 8

OPEN CONCLUSION 9

Reflection 10

Introduction

Life is made up of little riddles and tales, which just make you sit back and wonder

for a while. Sometimes, things aren't always as simple as it seems to be.

Sometimes there is a hidden meaning to what is being said, rather you need to

focus on what hasn't been said rather that what is being said.

You just need to look at something from a wider angle, because sometimes, our view

is tinted by what we expect to see, and then what we actually see becomes only

what be foresaw, not what's right in front of us. Many people in our age use this,

often without considering it.

Some leaving riddles or quips, others sarcasm or irony. Not everything, but some things which are said have a deeper meaning, a meaning which need to be inferred by the reader, but the problem with this is that many different interpretation can be made, this opens a window of free-creativity, and can leave

people intrigued and wondering, wanting, and needing more.

Not everything is so simple; there is always the darkest of roots to the rose

that you don't see. Sometimes, the darkest of demons hide within the most

peaceful of angels.

The easiest way to show this is through a poem of many meanings, with it having no

really answer, where everything is uncertain. Read the titles of the poems in the Elements collection, then just sit back and read them, read them carefully, not just reading what on the pages but try to make a connection with it, and hunt for a

meaning behind them.

Water It be merely pure,

It be natural, It

cannot be created

nor be destroyed, Simply

reused and altered, It

separates nations, Yet

bring us to a common

connection.

It bring beauty to the

abyss of the forest,

Its sound fills the air, And

causes thoughts and stress to

elude us, It be so

simple yet it bares so

much beauty. The dessert

desire its presence,

It be seen as a gift

from the Gods, As be

given by Poseidon.

Its journey has brought it

four score around the world,

Being needed and not

wasted, Used and reused,

Merely serving a

purpose, Never losing

a need.

Yet it bring death,

and destruction, Causing a

loss on the upmost of

mass, Destroying thousands

of souls, Within seconds,

the earth can be reshaped,

And destroyed, With its

reason baring no moral,

Nor freedom of choice. Too

much can kill, Yet likewise

can so little. Its own

blessing be its curse, And

its purpose being its one

possession.

It unites us, It be

essential for all to

survive, For all birth and

life, From the Roses blossom,

To the tree baring fruit.

To the existence of

the homeless, To the most

exquisite homes of the

rich and famous. It bares

no preference, It is a

need by all, All race, and

gender, No matter who

nor why, It always be

needed, No matter of

the identity.

But why such a simple

element have such a

strength, Why be it ignored

and be seen as a mere

nothing, When its power

be so strong, As it flows

and runs, Or as it stands

still, sentenced to spend its

eternity waiting,

Its magnificence be

always unseen, Never

truly known, Yet of course

it be seen as such an

Insignificance, It

is merely a

wasted Possession.

Fire

It be what the darkness

fears, What the light strives on

for, It brings hope and power,

But the strength to fall an

empire.

It brings creation and

revolution, To the

darkest of dwellings, It

brings forward the chance for

the evolution of

humanity, Its power

be seen by its roaring

glow, and its exquisite

dance, To all of that who

gaze upon it.

It brings survival to

the harshest of lands,

And It brings life to a new

beginning, It brings hope

Through comfort and Devine

protection, From the fear

Of the devastation

of the winter nights. Man

before feared its wrath,

but now it be shunned as

simply a tool and weapon.

But every light has its

darkness, As angels bare

their demons, As every

souls holds its scares of the

forgotten past. Power

if contained brings pure

success and renaissance,

but power to strong brings

only damage. As a

power uncontrolled reeks

havoc to all who dare

to face it, Its use for

good , be contrasted, and

given an equal fate

for evil potential.

But its destruction be

unintentionally, As

it be purely a

flame. Dance in the wind,

breaking through the silence.

Such simplicity be overseen, as its be

forgotten, As the age

of technology has

destroys the purest of

reality, weakening

our hearts to the beauty

of what we see before

us, its overwhelming

force, it lost power, our

Forgotten and last past,

Yet be it seen as but

a wasted Possession.

Air As it be rushing and ricocheting on an

endless path of continuous flow,

All be around it stood still,

As it whistles through the forest,

And echoes through the cave,

Never seen, but always know.

Its calm pace yet be powerful,

Bringing leaves to spiral and twirl,

And sand to be swept away in a wave of

energy.

Its mere potential be so strong that

technology could freely feed on it,

Freely will no damage or lose.

But all comes with a price,

Its beauty be its both blessing and curse,

But there be a point where curiosity

challenges its predictable nature.

Transforming the calm paced flow,

To an explosive burst of raw energy.

Taking everything from its path,

resilient and showing no mercy

To those in its way,

Uprooting nature

And bringing an end to the ruling of technology.

But even this such damage have a cause

of such beauty,

Whilst now, it be simply

a wasted Possession.

Open Conclusion

Their stories have been told,

As outpours of reflection,

Bringing their true nature and lost beauty to the world again,

But what we often see as our own,

What we take little attention to,

And assume we may take for granted,

Could never contrast much more with the truth, they be free, and uncontrollable,

Their beauty be forgotten.

Their meaning be open,

Their conclusions be left free,

For it be you who may only decided,

Their true nature.

Reflection Now, take some time to reflect, read each poem, and seek its true nature, the message

hidden being the words before you. Remember, everything is not what it seems. Now that you’ve read this collection,

I'd love to think that it made you think forms while,

I'd love to hear back from you,

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