Journey of Our Blind Faith

By Tachiana

Life is a journey. We often find ourselves blinded by thoughts patterns. The way rock music mixes up all that thought is the reality of our war. For most of us who stay loyal in the ways of rock and roll lifestyles, the music is alive in our blood. How many of us can admit to the animal in us before we go truthfully mental?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 1, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450049290

Tachiana

I was raised on Rock and roll music, the oldies and the classics. It boiled in my blood and I knew I was not alone in this. I sought out all types of Rock music as I grew up, in a crazy ungrounded world. The 80’s Rock world was becoming increasingly wild and reckless. My generation was facing heartaches and prejudices. Many of us were losing our way in life. Rock and Roll was all many of had to help the hurt. I was bound and determined to explain it all; although it took many years, to sort out all the insanities.

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Copyright © 2010 by Tachiana.

Library of Congress Control Number:        2010902401

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Contents

1. The Journey

2. The Spirit

3. The Reality of Our War

4. Truthfully Mental

5. Animal Blood

6. Rock Tabu

7. Faith

8. Rock Children

9. Sky Child’s Promise

10. Essence of Expression

11. Blood Passions

12. Spirit Wise

To The Reader->

Is it a Rock faith; mental illness, or wild native hearts? How loyal are you? The Hard Rock, the Heavy Metal, the Classics; You have chosen.

In my world, it does exist! Allow me, to be the proud one, to unveil, what I have been shown.

I hope you love this whole new world, I have been presented to. Is it, an actual ‘Rock Faith’? Perhaps, it is only poetry; art? Well, to hell with; too many protocols.

People are always striving to-> make sense of life and what it puts before them-> In order to understand my world; you must leave common sense at the door. And, always remember:->-> Life, your spirit and passion are on a->-> Endless Journey->->->

It is a book; you need patience. Play your favorite music, read my pages->->-> Understand where I have been . . . ->->

Is your heart free?->

Is your mind open?->

Is your path clear?->

I dedicate this compilation of thought to:

The adventurous spirited, passion filled of heart ;-> People who live, life by the laws; which have been set into place by->->

Rock and Roll

->->->

Chapter 1

The Journey

The child let his eyes calmly roam the skies. They were dark, deep blue; feeling very calm and seemed full of so very many dark and beautiful hidden secrets. "I see them, what are they?’-> Our first words->->->

His first request was, ‘May I go and find them all?’ The whisper came soft yet, strongly: ‘No. You must Hunt them, for yourself.’

‘I’ll just go-> walking->wandering? ‘->->

Rock’s basic instinct-> Something intriguing, striking, beautiful-> strikes like lightening-> our blood quickly, as like electricity, rises-> All too automatically our spirit/ that spirit-> runs like madness with our imagination-> You fall hopelessly in love and now-> you have discovered passions->-> Are there dangerous creatures out there? This child, he opened his mouth for just, a sigh-> that whisper, strong, proud, and gentle; ‘Why? Let them think; to ponder-> do they really understand the basic-> this-> INSTINCT?’->->

‘What must I do to prepare for the journey?’-> The child’s spirit is connected, but to what?->

->-> The First Hunt->->

With calm, cool-> composure-> self control, pride and preparation->->he watched inside his mind, as it-> cleared-> crystal clear-> They prayed; his hair was braided; his face was painted-> he was given weapons-> his thoughts were arranged-> Can you see why?-> Protected love . . .

His footsteps: calm, confident, full of purpose-> guardedly careful. This purpose; the body walked, learning; confident in movement-> the mind wandered, learning. Lament of thoughts: why do we forget, so quickly?-> Arrogance :-> our memory travelled so far, it needed-> organization, categorizing. The child walked until he learned to pay attention. He learned-> HUNGER->->->

The child stopped, stood, waited-> he was watching-> a slow, deliberate and hearable whistle; came right out of his mouth-> He walked further through his forest->-> Spirit in the mind, walking;-> the hunt produced thoughts->->->

->-> The Second Hunt->->

Guided love-> now we walk with a talking spirit-> yet, around us mischief goes-> With pure goodness and conviction, they lead us to follow our own immortality-> Thus being and trusting ourselves-> around we go within ourselves-> braggart or only prideful? Ours is a language, as rare as distinction-> ‘Understand me and where I come from’-> would you rather do a prayer instead, of the next spell of misery?-> As it is, in any ending-> it is only our proud expression.-> Whom or what will you follow, and, are you on common ground? Also, are you comfortable on your own ground?-> We awoke this day; realizing the familiar were still here-> What raised me-> what grew in my heart:-> our walk has only now begun->->->

What is ‘mental love’?->-> He made love to me, that first night->He made love with wild, passionate, reckless abandonment-> His heart apologized-> and yet;-> he showed, his enormous strength-> He showed, his tender and firm caress-> He showed a heart, so full of, truth-> He was aching, in more ways than one-> He showed a great and golden, earnest spirit-> He showed such a wondrous, beautiful man-> No realms of cliché: only dreams could own him->

-> A mate-> a partner in a life-> Wish-> Hope-> Dream->‘Goodnight Sweet Prince’->-> Personal wishes drifting into everyday thought->->->

Attraction-> emotions-> pleasure to our eyes;-> expression-> impression-> passion-> raging on through blood hearts-> He stands there gazing-> lost-> Help, is lost on the passionate fire;-> raging pulses on-> hungers unsatisfied-> A look into the eyes,-> words of the speechless->-> Trembling-> when hearts are away-> Raging on-> he felt pain and its own departures-> Now without felt strength-> nearing an end?-> As few, as one memory sets our hearts and our mind’s heart, free-> Emotions stable,-> mind aware-> raging on-> Who do you love-> Which whore are you,-> passion or lust?-> Is your blood tainted, or just sick->->->

‘I know, I am not the only one in this lonely position-> I cannot tell anyone; they will go after her’-> They-> will-> talk you out of your love, your dream-> Their ignorance will scare you-> We are children running-> because, we are afraid of what we do-> We are-> deer running from hunters-> We are keepers of open secrets-> Feeling with all heart-> we arrive mentally tortured, abused-> We are keepers of open secrets-> Simple speech-> misunderstood-> quickly-> We are keepers of open secrets->->->

What is loyalty? What is its use?-> Is it needed?-> It comes from our love and need for one another. Why are we loyal? Could it be that somehow through the muck and the mire; our lives have drug us through, has helped us, keep it pure? All you need to do is ponder on it; your answers are within yourself. Your loyal ways reflect what your personality holds within. Let happen what will happen. However, must you-> fight-> every damn little detail? ->->->

-> How deep have you buried them in your heart? Can you feel their heartbeat when you breathe? When you breathe, is it of worldly, things which beats in your heart? To the small stuff, how stupid is loyalty?-> Believe, it is treasure we found while walking. Should we not be thankful; when loyalty is alluring to our eyes? Would reality, break that loyal bound? Loyalty lay there, deep in our beating hearts.->

->->The Third hunt >->

->This blood is->

->This blood walks->

-> Forever far->->->

And the hunt goes on->->

The hardest part of the journey, for the young diehard hunter, was getting through the rite of passage. Far back in time; it started as what, seemed to be a dugout tunnel or possibly an old, hollow fallen tree. He knew going through that dark space would be a very creepy challenge. He knew he had to prepare, completely. He put on his ‘forest animal’ head; and of course, the paint-> He gathered his courage, lit a small torch. Never mind what he saw; but, he must: the bite