Warriors from each side shuttled themselves pushing the timbertonclise castle walls. We will defend ourselves at all cost! Our love will carry us through at all cost!”
The Spartan warriors were trim, fit and moved swiftly with great strength.
The gates closed.
“Battery!” Cried the Mycenaean general
In the crowd 50 meters behind soldiers pushed huge cylindrical ram on wheels towards the gate
Arrows flew down towards them and struck 8 of 13.
The battery came to rest.
“”I said, Battery!” He yelled, in loud gruff tone.
10 more came from all directions of the crowd of warriors. Achilles ran behind it.
The battery moved, and 3 others were struck. As it stopped rolling,
You could feel a peace in the air, over come it was by the force of the mycinanian kings voice. The air fell flat, and an odd sense over silence overcame them.
The sounds of war, with the undertone of peace.
The chaos above, had come to find the peace within-
More soldiers fell pierced by arrows.
“We can do better!” The general yelled.
The rages of the men were selfish, and accented manipulative control.
Troy
The city was warm, but ruled with an iron fist.
An unease washed over the lands
I was watching a king speak from a thrown overhead
He ware a blue robe, with a rounded hat.
We will fight and enrich you all!
We I’ll make our enemies find despair, and take what we want from them!
A rage filled war chant filled the room. Spears clacked against the wooden floor
Swords on shields made a racket.
Spears cast reflections near the beaches.
Their reflections glimmered a shadow of the doubt that reflected on the castle floor.
“Open the gates! Yelled the Trojans
“Close the gate!!” Cried the Spartans
Sparta
“We have to see them coming first!”
They saw them coming, and didn’t react,
They didn’t think things would get to that point, they gave up the challenge of defending the love and defended their lives.
They feared death, in so doing they feared life.
They held steadfast, and saw the battery inching closer.
“Steadily, steadily” was whispered. They patiently waited.
“You cannot take us over in Pain!” was heard coming from the growing crowd,
While others ran for their lives.
Some escaped Sparta.
They thrived and avoided war altogether. Their lived and loved their lives in a fulfilling peace.
The lines had been crossed and redrawn. The map changed. Anger crept into angst.
They readied buckets of burned tar on each center point of the gate walls.
“Closer, closer” they whispered.
They saw each other. Residual angst, spewed from one faction, while a love of peace and love the other.
The war
The battery struck the gate walls.
Achilles was steadfast behind, he really didn’t want to fight.
A Spartan soldier put down his hand.
Arrows flew everywhere, some piercing the defenses. Others piercing a lesson to not to fight again. The arrows of the fearful fell too. They were arrows of broken wonder.
Those few never fought again. They saw the errors in their ways and were saved from death.
Swords clashed everywhere, breaking any peace.
Hissing arrows cut the wind.
Swords clashing rang out liberation, and insecurity.
Achilles battled ferociously.
The heat had come to boil.
With sword in hand he battled, there was a pause, as he sunk to hunker in his peace, fulfilling a giant gasp unto his ego. An arrow pierced his ankle, and his vessel of life was lost.
The war was over, a new peace could be had.
A warmth and apprehension fell upon the waters.
Love and life flowed into the sea.
The warmth of the sun was in the hearts.
Peace encompassed the few that had left the war.
Their beauty faded into the sunset, as their journey continued.
Arrows flew everywhere hissing
The clashing sounds faded
The gates still were closed.
A gift from the Gods was peace, calm came to be
The city had seemed to hold.
Trojan horse
In the wind were the old noises of the batteries, in the wind, was the breeze of love, in the wind was a chance, in the wind, change.
The intrigue of control resigned and life became good, fanning the way to knowledge.
Caution was thrown to the wind
Arrows flew in the sky.
Battery noises raged in sound, as honesty soaked into their souls.
The city was ravaged, their fears were dead.
The arrogance of Achilles
Achilles fought out of honor,
His outrage burned furies into the heavens
His dissidence at the oppressive king drove him, yet betrayed he was by the State whom wanted to use him as a tool. In his thought of honor, his glory overcame him.
Horrid resent and a need of vengeance couldn’t be overcome. He battled with himself as he battled another state.
In his soldiers presence, of his solders saw his folly. They learned, and out of pride he had to stand for his morals. The folly of war had caused him to see his own divinity and his own culpability.
Others saw Achilles a new way.
He knew that he understood his faults but continued to fight, misled by a governing nation, and misled by his own vanities
Both sides were right and both sides were wrong
In his selfishness he walked, instead of living honorable for himself and misled by the state. He became a confused man, and out of that confusion met his fate.
He couldn’t hold himself together. He imploded on himself. His own sword was his demise.
A star had fallen from the sky.
He had been slain by the peacefulness of man, and ironically out of the concept of love.
His rage that once went through the air, soaked into peace as the few left soldiers drank water.
Rage reigned down and fell like rain.
Rage reigned down and frivolities fell in shame. His army dwindled, and he finally fell, what looked liked Cupid’s arrow stabbed through and pierced his soul.
Th weathering of the war had born passed form him, and as he blew out his last breath, his eyes cracked and then jerked open. There was a reflection of clouds in his eyes The pain and resentment formed into his last words as he came to understand fully what had happened. He had let himself get betrayed by his own glory and thought of honor and pride.
Achilles resent echoed in song of war as Greece grew.
His zeal of freedom had been in vain, and his own demise met by a zeal for glory.
The glory was for the greater good, but wrestling with morals, his spirit decided him. He took life in his own hands.
From his lips came a whisper, “Peace.”
Paris held up the bow,saying in a bellowing tone, uprising his arms yelling,
“Throw caution to the wind, so we can try!”
He looked up, and saw the stars through the raging fires. He gazed up and said,
“We made a wish on a star”
Some resigned to stand, their insecurity floated on the seas.
Achilles warms those seas, and helps their path clearing the weather.
His indaqacies met his adequacies and he fulfilled his legend, and fulfilled others.
His whispers carry dreams to others on a different journey.
They thrived, and a fulfilling peace came to them. Love had come together for some, and slaughter out of fear came to others. They went on living life. They went on in love with life,
Greece
Achilles life and spirit flew over Athens. It was a dry, crisp cool day. Pinks and oranges hued the sky. Sadness was in the air.
The sun came out, and birds flew in the sky.
The man sat atop the hill and looked at a star, and made a wish.
“Were we fools, did we not try?
The sacrifice begot peace and the nation grew, the sacrifice begot the death of national pride, the Greek empire would fall, to a rate of malcontented outrage of insecurity and control.
Balance
The star fell from the sky, or did it?
Did it fall from the instability of its atoms, or the insecurity of its own ability keep the energy contained? Or did it fall at all?
Love
We wished upon a star.
Spectator
The man looked up again, and believed that the star could be reborn.
A third time he looked up, and saw it shiny as bright as a new sun.
Life shined on in balance.
He thought about loss,and a tear streamed from his eye,
He was free, he was alive, he was unbroken, he was strong, he was beautiful, he was possibly…..realigning.
In peace and with peace, in love and out of love,
He was balanced, but steadfast. His life was not war, but peace.
Was the fate of Hellen and Paris a tragedy or was it a fresh start in Troy?
Afterward/ foreword
An awkward broken peace fell about the land, and drunken warriors cries were heard for acres.
His resent carried soldiers back to their boats, their melancholic feelings crept into their boats as the waves spilled atop the decks as they rowed.
That ship had sailed.
The war was over.
The war had never came for some.
Then there was a silence in battles.
The air floating of solitude.
Achilles slowly crept behind the battery “ now!” He knew his choices forces were of immoral values.
The general shouted. He raised his arm and forced it down in fury.”
It was in place.
Introduction to myth/ Slain ego
The solitary few retained power were homoerable, but of viscous pride. They were willing to stand at all costs, for the most rigorous of reasons.
They were a romantic bunch, but they ruled in their own favor to keep things the way they saw it best. The other an oligarchy that was family run passing down traits that weren’t always in the best interest of the public, yet altruistically good for them. There were nations about them in which they warred , but in their own existence, they decided to keep peace at all cost. All cost.
They were willing to goto war, but for the right reasons. In an earnest they tried to be a peaceful state.
Their arrogance was deadly, yet they had no idea, nor did they care
They thrived, and a fulfilling peace came to them. Love had come together for some, and slaughter out of fear with some slight wring their own egos to came to others.
What was, and how it was, was.
That shimmied the people, whom had no choice but to adhere themselves to any state of mind but the kings words. They found comfort and defended by him.
They were carpenters, tailors, bakers, fisherman, and some spiritual fellowships.
The kind tried to force ego, and demise became of Troy and some of Sparta.
The myth and legend
Sparta.
“We will succumb to all that heed us, but we will not fashion ourselves in phony offerings that do not fulfill us.
t’s time to stop the wasteful trade, and eliminate the factions that enable us to be nothing but prisoners in our own lives! We are righteous in our goals, and will not let ourselves squander our beauties away by eating the poisons of the fruits of worthless labor!”
The crowd cheered raising cups in hands
They were a loud, fun and boastful group.
“We must see ourselves, as ourselves! We must carry our strengths forward at all costs. We know we’re are a people that can bring all of us forward, together!”
Let us have peace with the Gods, they have shined on us, and brought us to this beauty of peace and prosperity. We are a blessed people.”
We must see peace with all the come forward against us! We must let our guards down and see the best that can be!”
Love
We have come together so many times, and we’ve found the golden peace at times. We’ve found the ultimate comfort of each other from moment to moment.
Many moments were lost in the cross of miscommunication, many moments were lost or broken from spirits made from labor.
In chemical warfare, did things ultimately fall apart. As they did, they cracked the world open.
The land upon our feet shook, and we stumbled and fell.
It was a such the storm of anger, resentment, and neglect over us, like a tornado.
In the heat of anger and from the ice of our hearts, it gathered strength. Year after year it grew. A cycle of pain, a cycle of pressure and in distance it took and through us all about a spouted us both out, and we saw the tragedy we caused.
Past the very fruitful weathering of love, came the drought of that past ignorance
and pain.
The drought came, and a dust bowl came over our hearts.
The pains saw by each of us. The thought of and washing ourselves clean and the thought of weathering the storm.
Our hearts burned fire, our minds fell to dust. A union very visible, a union very warm still. Yet throughout that storm, the divisibility turned their shared hearts to dust. They grew, and they reasoned. Two worlds apart, but two worlds together.
The weather started to change.
Struggling to walk, and pulling each other up, I see you badly bleeding, your battered soul crying and wailing for me to across to see you.
I get up, look around and see you. I pull you back up. I look at you in glee to see you’re still ok, but you’re not. The battering of the quake left your heart with a broken nose.
My soul lost all heart. my cold exterior came to me. In that pan, like bolt of lightning tears stuck my face. I knew I had been wrong.
I gave you a lot of the pain you feel.
Tears of loss and tears of regret. my face sees yours.
Your love lost all faith in me. I see myself in you, and you see yourself in me.
I question wonder of what could be, you question love itself. We feel alone, we feel insecure but possibility shines. The little things in life all that matter, but back to thought of the quake- the doubt.
Greece/Philosophical
In the honor of battle, lied the dangerous game of loyalty and betrayal of morals.
Greece brought people together from both spectrums to have a semblance of blending ideas, mortalities, decadence, and disparity.
They learned that truth was objective and easily manicured, thy learned that truth wasn’t just a word, but a thought.
It’s context could be manipulated by such does religion or the state.
They welcomed all and denied non, yet used their inadequacies against them to further their own state to balance the rest of the nation.
They leaned what was just and not, and trying that until virtue was met.
Greece was a very noble republic,
That republic was born and people it became spiritual, they wondered if what was good and what was just, they wondered how the past evolved them, they wondered of beauty and love.
Love
I see my pain on your face, you see your hope in mine.
Both the weathered aged faces come together to see each other. We smile, but hold back emotion. We smile and welcome wonder.
I try to wipe away the tears from your pain filled eyes, trying to wipe the pain from your aching soul and deep heart.
We stand up together to walk to the beach, leaving footprints on the way.
We let the water splash upon our feet. We can feel the pressure of the moving sand neath our toes, and the chill of the water. knowing the love was still warm but chilled the heart.
People see us from a distance with great hope. Some people see us with great apprehension, some people just don’t know.
I tell you I want to sit down for a bit and watch the sunrise hoping to feel the warmth of the sun as we get to know each other???
A star fell from the sky.
“Did you make a wish?” I asked
“Yes” you said.
