Chronicles

by Mr Stargazer

Rating: everyone
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Length: 499

Each chapter is a peom or ramblings that are half the time pony related.

chapter titles are all you need. Each chapter is independent.

Expect zero editing.
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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-10 00:30:00 UTC

A poem by Scootaloo

Beating heart on the midnight wind.

Her wings soar onward to places no other as been.

Soaring faster higher than any other can.

Wings tipping upward onward rising on the western air.

Her feathers basking in suns glow yet touched

Heart beats.

and she dives

falling downwards at mock five.

the air bends in a concussive cone

bringing a thrill I've never known

how can it be that you fly so clear

while  I just want to fly near.

                                        -Scootaloo

Ramblings

In all that is done by us, we must do the best we can.

For it is not in the end that we find reason.

It is the journey.

The terrors we face in life are not enough to break you down.

Unless you let them.

There is nothing that cannot be overcome.

Unless you set still.

The past is unchanging. The future uncertain.

What can one man do to change the course of fate?

I do not know.

Yet I know it can be done.

Through the strength of conviction.

Nations are born.

Through the commitment to honor.

Strength is gained.

Through the suffering of pain

comes understanding.

Do not give in for you are blind and know not your strength.

In every moment

In every breath.

We touch the course of man.

There are no small people.

Only those who are growing.

and those who are already dead.

The only question is what kind of human will you be tomorrow?

Ramblings 2 ( Its not today)

Our abilities are limited

In the end this world has more suffering than we could ever hope to sooth.

We can only give words and hearts

Hope that they gain the strength to carry on

Hope that they can walk one day too and lift another

Prehaps one day there will be peace but I must  admit

Its not today.

T_T

All the suffering in this world I see.

But I am just one man

How foolish it seems to consider what I can do.

A ant next to a mountain.

Yet I know

I know.

I am stronger than I can see.

I have walked over paths of broken bones.

I have stared into the heart of abyss and not lost my mind.

I have broken minds with words alone.

And I know I can do nothing next to nothing against this towering abyss.

Because I am but one ant.

Prehaps with others that mountain could be moved ,but I must  admit

Its not today.

T_T

In one is the strength to move mountains.

But he does not move them allone.

It is words that shape the world both within and without.

What am I freed of them?

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Nothing.

Less than nothing.

Because at least nothing exists to begin with.

What is a man but his hand on another shoulder.

What is purpose and existence without a goal but a sentence without words.

Is this not the Universe?