It's my birthday. 26. There is just absolutely nothing to look forward to after the magical 21. So of course it's a bipolar day, hahaha. No, it's not so bad I guess. But in true loathing fashion:
Why don't I have any answers, asked the boy?
But walls can give no replies
And boys can learn nothing.
Happy birthday!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Inspired by someone
So I was talking to a friend last night and he is of course completely opposite of me, and thinks the best of everything and everyone. It's an admirable quality, anyway, it carried over to my writing. Thanks for the thought. I'll put the rest of Everfar up later I think. Oh oh, and aikido is grand, I love being back. And now my new friends are convincing me I want to go rock climbing. Yay for losing weight!
Me? No great lover of nature
But even I see somethings wrong
As if it's our right to make dark overture
On earthly canvas that's stood so long
I think I'm stumped, that this argument lingers
We're dying and yet still we need blame
Argue argue ARGUE; just point your fingers
I won't be ambiguous or hold my head in shame
But offer a solution for once; a thought I entertain
Whether or not we're the cause; we can stop it
And we must; to this place we're chained
Cooperate, work together, ideas must all have merit
Just stop the destruction: Life could be so great
That is, unless we all insist on shitting like apes.
Me? No great lover of nature
But even I see somethings wrong
As if it's our right to make dark overture
On earthly canvas that's stood so long
I think I'm stumped, that this argument lingers
We're dying and yet still we need blame
Argue argue ARGUE; just point your fingers
I won't be ambiguous or hold my head in shame
But offer a solution for once; a thought I entertain
Whether or not we're the cause; we can stop it
And we must; to this place we're chained
Cooperate, work together, ideas must all have merit
Just stop the destruction: Life could be so great
That is, unless we all insist on shitting like apes.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Everfar
Just silly little fantasy, but hey it's happy at least! Okay, it's like way too long for a blog post I realize, so uh, two parts maybe? Sorry for any following eye sores!
Where the Everfar Blooms
Our village sat at the heart of the universe. Far beyond the prying of eyes of outside life, our people were the first born of all creation. There we lived in complete and utter peace, as there was no need for greed or hatred among our kind. We are not so much like other beings. We do not age, and we do not know sickness. Some of us enter the world as children, others with the hair on our heads already grey and our bodies wrinkled. But these are nothing more than superficial facets. Our lives are not our own. Each of us was created with a specific purpose in mind. We are the keepers and watchers of new born worlds.
Once in an eon, the day of blooming comes, where the Everfar Trees shed their diaphanous leaves and the rainbow petals flutter down from the heavens. And in each petal, a vision could be seen like a tiny scrying pool. They were gateways, doors to these new and yet uninhabited places waiting for life. And there was a single petal for each of us.
So on that day, I gathered with everyone in the village square awaiting my destiny. A warm breeze began to stir, rustling the ethereal leaves as they stopped clinging to the trees. At once, a gasp of awe rang through the assembled and the tiny blooms began to descend from above. Chatter and excitement could be heard from all sides as my kin rushed forward and began to take their rightful places. All around me, people disappeared into flickering lights, exploding into luminescence of wonder . Giddy in my excitement, I somehow managed to contain myself as I began to slowly walk about, weaving my way through the crowd.
I couldn't help but smile, an overwhelming happiness finding its way to me as I took in the scene. From across the square I spied an old man, his chosen petal suddenly extending and growing in size until I could see perfectly clearly what was contained within. There was a great world sewn and stitched from the very fabric of fire itself. And within it I saw the creatures who would one day live there. Human in appearance save for their hair and skin. There, they wore tendrils of flickering flames that danced and swayed back and forth, and their skin was flawless, shaded with a deep crimson hue. How beautiful.
I was so entranced at the sight unfolding before me I almost failed to notice the slight tugging at my sleeve. Blinking, I brought myself back to reality and glanced down. There stood a tiny girl of raven hair and deep brown eyes.
"Look! Look," she insisted.
In her hand she held her very own world. I leaned over, peering into its depths. Oh and what I saw! A place crafted of nuts and bolts, cogs and wheels! A mechanical empire stretched for as far as the eye could see, with great towers reaching to the stars. Oh, and the people! Tiny clockwork creations that clicked and chirped to one another in perfectly rhythmic fashion! And they were always building more, working merrily to their ever present hum and clank of metal on metal.
"I have to go now!" she giggled and grinned up at me.
It was then my breath was stolen away once more. Did the petal grow in size to accommodate her? Or did she begin to shrink until she could fit through it? I could not tell, as the clicking grew louder and she began to slowly descend into it. After a moment her tiny head slipped behind the veil of the portal, and I saw her no more. Within an instant, it began to swirl and shimmer, eventually imploding, leaving nothing but a memory in its place...
I applaud you if you made it that far.
Where the Everfar Blooms
Our village sat at the heart of the universe. Far beyond the prying of eyes of outside life, our people were the first born of all creation. There we lived in complete and utter peace, as there was no need for greed or hatred among our kind. We are not so much like other beings. We do not age, and we do not know sickness. Some of us enter the world as children, others with the hair on our heads already grey and our bodies wrinkled. But these are nothing more than superficial facets. Our lives are not our own. Each of us was created with a specific purpose in mind. We are the keepers and watchers of new born worlds.
Once in an eon, the day of blooming comes, where the Everfar Trees shed their diaphanous leaves and the rainbow petals flutter down from the heavens. And in each petal, a vision could be seen like a tiny scrying pool. They were gateways, doors to these new and yet uninhabited places waiting for life. And there was a single petal for each of us.
So on that day, I gathered with everyone in the village square awaiting my destiny. A warm breeze began to stir, rustling the ethereal leaves as they stopped clinging to the trees. At once, a gasp of awe rang through the assembled and the tiny blooms began to descend from above. Chatter and excitement could be heard from all sides as my kin rushed forward and began to take their rightful places. All around me, people disappeared into flickering lights, exploding into luminescence of wonder . Giddy in my excitement, I somehow managed to contain myself as I began to slowly walk about, weaving my way through the crowd.
I couldn't help but smile, an overwhelming happiness finding its way to me as I took in the scene. From across the square I spied an old man, his chosen petal suddenly extending and growing in size until I could see perfectly clearly what was contained within. There was a great world sewn and stitched from the very fabric of fire itself. And within it I saw the creatures who would one day live there. Human in appearance save for their hair and skin. There, they wore tendrils of flickering flames that danced and swayed back and forth, and their skin was flawless, shaded with a deep crimson hue. How beautiful.
I was so entranced at the sight unfolding before me I almost failed to notice the slight tugging at my sleeve. Blinking, I brought myself back to reality and glanced down. There stood a tiny girl of raven hair and deep brown eyes.
"Look! Look," she insisted.
In her hand she held her very own world. I leaned over, peering into its depths. Oh and what I saw! A place crafted of nuts and bolts, cogs and wheels! A mechanical empire stretched for as far as the eye could see, with great towers reaching to the stars. Oh, and the people! Tiny clockwork creations that clicked and chirped to one another in perfectly rhythmic fashion! And they were always building more, working merrily to their ever present hum and clank of metal on metal.
"I have to go now!" she giggled and grinned up at me.
It was then my breath was stolen away once more. Did the petal grow in size to accommodate her? Or did she begin to shrink until she could fit through it? I could not tell, as the clicking grew louder and she began to slowly descend into it. After a moment her tiny head slipped behind the veil of the portal, and I saw her no more. Within an instant, it began to swirl and shimmer, eventually imploding, leaving nothing but a memory in its place...
I applaud you if you made it that far.
Just curious
The Stupidity
What the fuck?
What started it all?
Who first said that's mine,
not with words, but fists?
Had they no idea?
No idea of the blight they would bring?
No no I suspect they could not.
And why?
Why was that not enough?
Instruments that make no music,
but cause terror and sorrow
For a reason, that I need your help to answer:
Who thought it was a good idea?
To get in lines, and kill one another?
I think it must have been a gift from above,
for no mind born to a human could ever dream
so unpretty
Would you believe, it's still a problem?
It's been forever and an age.
We can't stop, and to you future reader
I share with you my fear:
That someone shall say, "Oh, I don't like the way you've dressed today"
And we'll push the big red button,
Burning our too short page.
What the fuck?
What started it all?
Who first said that's mine,
not with words, but fists?
Had they no idea?
No idea of the blight they would bring?
No no I suspect they could not.
And why?
Why was that not enough?
Instruments that make no music,
but cause terror and sorrow
For a reason, that I need your help to answer:
Who thought it was a good idea?
To get in lines, and kill one another?
I think it must have been a gift from above,
for no mind born to a human could ever dream
so unpretty
Would you believe, it's still a problem?
It's been forever and an age.
We can't stop, and to you future reader
I share with you my fear:
That someone shall say, "Oh, I don't like the way you've dressed today"
And we'll push the big red button,
Burning our too short page.
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