Gaze upon its wonder. Listen to the beauty of the sound. Feel its exquisite design. Taste the elegance of its magnificence. Breath the electric it bestows upon you.
Here's a radical thought, next time you have a bad idea, don't do it.
13 April 2012
12 April 2012
Length
It's like, holding a bowl shaped vase of sorts which is filled with water but also cracks all over. The water still leaks as you hold it, only slightly less so.
It's like, trying to digitally stop a leak in a boat. It helps, but it's unlikely to help much in the long run.
It's like, how putting a pillow over your head only blocks out so much sound.
Do you think, if we walked until our legs bled, and kept walking, we would come closer to understanding everything?
Do you think, we could miss things we never had, things we don't remember, things we can't so much as conceive of?
Do you think, the world would stop spinning if everyone just managed to get along?
Everything is so damn distant.
Hey, self, maybe if you stop hoping long enough, you'd forget that too.
Hey, self, stop pestering me.
A field of memories. A void sky. Tell me, why do they wilt into such an unsightly thing?
Everything becomes irrelevant. Regress regress regress. Turn back time and everything becomes irrelevant.
One step in front of the other.
Hey, self, do you think if I keep walking I'd forget everything?
Hey? Self?
It's like, trying to digitally stop a leak in a boat. It helps, but it's unlikely to help much in the long run.
It's like, how putting a pillow over your head only blocks out so much sound.
Do you think, if we walked until our legs bled, and kept walking, we would come closer to understanding everything?
Do you think, we could miss things we never had, things we don't remember, things we can't so much as conceive of?
Do you think, the world would stop spinning if everyone just managed to get along?
Everything is so damn distant.
Hey, self, maybe if you stop hoping long enough, you'd forget that too.
Hey, self, stop pestering me.
A field of memories. A void sky. Tell me, why do they wilt into such an unsightly thing?
Everything becomes irrelevant. Regress regress regress. Turn back time and everything becomes irrelevant.
One step in front of the other.
Hey, self, do you think if I keep walking I'd forget everything?
Hey? Self?
08 April 2012
Cipher
Time and time again I warned you, you have to be careful with these things. Otherwise you might as well be scooping water with a sieve.
You have to plan it well you see. Everything begins with a plan. Executing it is a league on its own. That, you don't need me.
You gotta do more than just see it for what it is. You have to get your hands dirty and feel every fiber of it.
You must be willing to forgo your sanity, because it is not only going to be challenged, it is going to be ripped away from you.
Steel your mind as much as you like, but when you start looking into things, you may just voluntarily shut it down.
But even if you survive, you have the others to deal with. Don't say I didn't warn you.
You have to plan it well you see. Everything begins with a plan. Executing it is a league on its own. That, you don't need me.
You gotta do more than just see it for what it is. You have to get your hands dirty and feel every fiber of it.
You must be willing to forgo your sanity, because it is not only going to be challenged, it is going to be ripped away from you.
Steel your mind as much as you like, but when you start looking into things, you may just voluntarily shut it down.
But even if you survive, you have the others to deal with. Don't say I didn't warn you.
06 April 2012
Futile
Standing on principle, one could live. Standing on principle, one could die. To be indecisive, one is almost certain to receive the worst of both worlds.
Come come come, let us venture back into the heavy muck that holds familiarity. Do you remember, how this was once a great empire? It can be again.
Fearlessness breeds one to challenge their restraints. All things considered, the pointlessness of it leads only to wasted effort.
One step forwards, two steps back. It's all a learning experience is it not? Try try and try again. Failure is data, data we don't need.
If the world smiled, would you also smile? Or simply remain unaffected? Self, you are far too naive, far too naive.
Walk across the desert of your own mind self, notice that that which has changed is only your sight. We are still here.
Walking like a madman is undoubtedly fun, but one can only go so long before rest is needed. Take a break, take a break.
Play your games, go where you want to go. But home is where the heart is, and we await your return most patiently.
Come come come, let us venture back into the heavy muck that holds familiarity. Do you remember, how this was once a great empire? It can be again.
Fearlessness breeds one to challenge their restraints. All things considered, the pointlessness of it leads only to wasted effort.
One step forwards, two steps back. It's all a learning experience is it not? Try try and try again. Failure is data, data we don't need.
If the world smiled, would you also smile? Or simply remain unaffected? Self, you are far too naive, far too naive.
Walk across the desert of your own mind self, notice that that which has changed is only your sight. We are still here.
Walking like a madman is undoubtedly fun, but one can only go so long before rest is needed. Take a break, take a break.
Play your games, go where you want to go. But home is where the heart is, and we await your return most patiently.
01 April 2012
Stone
Suddenly, laughter, uncontrolled, unsuppressed, absolutely hearty laughter.
Suddenly, silence.
Standing behind myself, picking apart the things in my own head wondering how they got there.
Silly man, always trying always trying. Your small success clouds loss in progress silly man.
Silly man, always breaching your own codes, your own rules. You never learn never learn.
Silly man, always wonder and dream, always standing on your feet, never looking up.
Silly man, always thinking pointless things. Won't you ever learn?
Surely, surely you have seen enough to know?
Surely, surely you can see the truth of your own world?
Surely, surely you know what you can and should do? Must do?
Silence, silence the thoughts, the buzz, the crowd, the noise.
Silence, silence the dreams, the nightmares, the ghouls, the ghosts.
Silence, silence the colour, the smells, the sights, the wonders.
Silence, silence the touch, the taste, the feel, the hope.
Sleep child sleep.
Suddenly, silence.
Standing behind myself, picking apart the things in my own head wondering how they got there.
Silly man, always trying always trying. Your small success clouds loss in progress silly man.
Silly man, always breaching your own codes, your own rules. You never learn never learn.
Silly man, always wonder and dream, always standing on your feet, never looking up.
Silly man, always thinking pointless things. Won't you ever learn?
Surely, surely you have seen enough to know?
Surely, surely you can see the truth of your own world?
Surely, surely you know what you can and should do? Must do?
Silence, silence the thoughts, the buzz, the crowd, the noise.
Silence, silence the dreams, the nightmares, the ghouls, the ghosts.
Silence, silence the colour, the smells, the sights, the wonders.
Silence, silence the touch, the taste, the feel, the hope.
Sleep child sleep.
30 March 2012
Tune
Don't speak it of it, don't so much as breath it, think it. Expel all thoughts of it from your mind.
The thing about recalling something is that it concretes itself further every time you do.
Where do we stand? Earth ever moving ever changing. Let us all run ahead, exhausting ourselves before we die.
Broken things lay everywhere, splintered thoughts and erratic movements.
Look but don't see. Hear but don't listen. Talk but don't speak.
Fuzzy walls and hazy air, radiating light from everywhere. Sit still in the forest of light. Sit still lest you attract the beasts.
Some games are harder to win than others. Some games, the only way to win, is to do nothing.
It is quite alright I'm sure. There is nothing to worry about. Things can't get worse, not really. Not when you've never played.
Come, let us sit. Back to back, the stars are our audience. Like so many we twiddle our thumbs and wait for the game to end.
But it doesn't. We know it doesn't. Everyone knows it doesn't.
Stay still from playing long enough and you turn to stone. Yet another item for the garden of the world. That is all I ever expect to be.
Yet the unpredictability of the world has shown many a time that not everyone end up this way, despite their expectations.
I barely remember how to stand anymore. How to walk. How to so much as move. And it isn't often people would help you up.
The skies are a beautiful thing. It's always the same sky, but always so beautiful.
But I'm so tired of looking up.
It is time for me to sleep.
The thing about recalling something is that it concretes itself further every time you do.
Where do we stand? Earth ever moving ever changing. Let us all run ahead, exhausting ourselves before we die.
Broken things lay everywhere, splintered thoughts and erratic movements.
Look but don't see. Hear but don't listen. Talk but don't speak.
Fuzzy walls and hazy air, radiating light from everywhere. Sit still in the forest of light. Sit still lest you attract the beasts.
Some games are harder to win than others. Some games, the only way to win, is to do nothing.
It is quite alright I'm sure. There is nothing to worry about. Things can't get worse, not really. Not when you've never played.
Come, let us sit. Back to back, the stars are our audience. Like so many we twiddle our thumbs and wait for the game to end.
But it doesn't. We know it doesn't. Everyone knows it doesn't.
Stay still from playing long enough and you turn to stone. Yet another item for the garden of the world. That is all I ever expect to be.
Yet the unpredictability of the world has shown many a time that not everyone end up this way, despite their expectations.
I barely remember how to stand anymore. How to walk. How to so much as move. And it isn't often people would help you up.
The skies are a beautiful thing. It's always the same sky, but always so beautiful.
But I'm so tired of looking up.
It is time for me to sleep.
Noise
A snowy fuzz of black and white, repetition. Hypnotic almost.
Voices not escaping lips but sound is not unheard of when it is present.
But it's just so so quiet. So still. So silent.
Because even in a room full of mediocrity, eventually somebody gets good enough to win.
Voices not escaping lips but sound is not unheard of when it is present.
But it's just so so quiet. So still. So silent.
Because even in a room full of mediocrity, eventually somebody gets good enough to win.
25 March 2012
Mute
Silent the protests, the crowd of one. Its noise penetrating every chamber, every room. Can you not see its disturbance?
Army of one, tell me why do you resist? Why do you persist? Why can't you stay quiet for a while?
The death penalty is a silly sort of thing. For one as immortal as yourself at least. But do bear in mind, we would live just as long.
I am the judge and my words are absolute.
A voiceless noiseless speechless soundless prison. Gagged, choked full of your former glory. Drown in the misery you bring.
Time stretched across your body, your torment prolonged, yourself exasperated.
You know as well as I it is for the greater good. Stay where you are. Stay, silent.
Army of one, tell me why do you resist? Why do you persist? Why can't you stay quiet for a while?
The death penalty is a silly sort of thing. For one as immortal as yourself at least. But do bear in mind, we would live just as long.
I am the judge and my words are absolute.
A voiceless noiseless speechless soundless prison. Gagged, choked full of your former glory. Drown in the misery you bring.
Time stretched across your body, your torment prolonged, yourself exasperated.
You know as well as I it is for the greater good. Stay where you are. Stay, silent.
06 March 2012
Intent
Staining, it spreads, every fiber in clear view. Almost majestic, almost perfect.
Clocks ticking ticking ticking. Digital things are ever so boring sometimes lacking this ability.
White noise clouds of inseparable thoughts entwined spinning webs made of dreams.
Lights throb in an unforgiving fashion, headache inducing light, so bright, so pretty, so hurtful.
Claws don't hurt, they never do. They are sharp, they are strong, they are beautiful. Smile for me.
Cast a shadow across the fields. Echoes are unheard of here. There is nothing, nothing.
Fire fades muffled air a smoke screen kissing faces crying shedding tears.
Emptiness is silence and silence is brilliant. And silence, silence is boring.
Throwing away that which is unimportant. Laugh it all away. Until you laugh away laughter.
Because in the end, it's really not morbid, not even at the slightest. Just, plain.
Trails from the contents spilling over, the figure isn't far off, the box isn't damaged.
Clocks ticking ticking ticking. Digital things are ever so boring sometimes lacking this ability.
White noise clouds of inseparable thoughts entwined spinning webs made of dreams.
Lights throb in an unforgiving fashion, headache inducing light, so bright, so pretty, so hurtful.
Claws don't hurt, they never do. They are sharp, they are strong, they are beautiful. Smile for me.
Cast a shadow across the fields. Echoes are unheard of here. There is nothing, nothing.
Fire fades muffled air a smoke screen kissing faces crying shedding tears.
Emptiness is silence and silence is brilliant. And silence, silence is boring.
Throwing away that which is unimportant. Laugh it all away. Until you laugh away laughter.
Because in the end, it's really not morbid, not even at the slightest. Just, plain.
Trails from the contents spilling over, the figure isn't far off, the box isn't damaged.
08 February 2012
Thunder
Low rumblings vibrate the glass held neatly in their frame. Bodies of water ripple, breaking them from the routine of a calm surface.
Pulse skips to the sound, the feeling, the power. Everything gets dark. The joys of artificial light.
The darkness it brings is almost mellow, without so much as a spark. It grows, it grows.
So take shelter lest you are one who enjoys such things, such risks. This isn't for those with weak bodies.
It would envelope you with awe and fear. It's every movement slow but firm, moving ever closer to its intended purpose.
It rains, it rains.
Pulse skips to the sound, the feeling, the power. Everything gets dark. The joys of artificial light.
The darkness it brings is almost mellow, without so much as a spark. It grows, it grows.
So take shelter lest you are one who enjoys such things, such risks. This isn't for those with weak bodies.
It would envelope you with awe and fear. It's every movement slow but firm, moving ever closer to its intended purpose.
It rains, it rains.
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