Paradox of Will

Has it ever been considered
before that angels and demons
are one in the same?
And all that made the
difference
was determined from
an individual's choice
on whom brought them
pleasure or pain?

As though these creatures'
soul purposes
were to direct you

in every way.

As though the individual

doesn't have a say.

But to me, you see,

I understand

perfectly

that to deny freewill

is to deny purpose.

To live

without both

pleasure and pain

is to live with nothing to gain.

So I beg,

how might evil exist?

Only in your mind,

if you choose

to persist.

From the Mountain

If you could come into my home,
You would immediately know.

If you could look into my eyes,
Just once,
Trust me,
It would show.

The tides are turning
And our hearts are yearning
For something more.
I can feel it in my core,
The sound of Ares' footsteps at my door.

No one listens, while I implore.
Life's greatest mysteries,
I do adore.

Let's have tea soon, kay?

Ready for the time of year
Where little faerie bugs hum in your ear?

Remember the summers
Where everything was exciting,
Our hearts igniting,
And there was no dream  of fighting?

I recall the past
Where our feelings were true,
Forever wanting them to last.

And now we're here.
I feel your denial coming in quite clear.
The summers are not warm,
They're cold.
Longing for the days of old.

'Tis a shame,
For my summers never end.
I want you now
Just like I wanted you then.
But I'll wait for you to be done playing pretend,
So we can get on with the greater joys again.