Tuesday, March 16, 2010
"Putting a puzzle together, with many pieces missing; is a journey that cannot be fulfilled"
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
" Appreciate your humanism, while your mind stays sane"
Monday, March 8, 2010
In the end of days, to this darkness, of false thought. We would perish over an inevitable death. Trying to fight for it is meaningless. Yet it provides us with too great of an enlightenment. Putting such things away is a possible way to say… impossible. Its quite ironic how we all chase after our purpose yet it runs away from us just the same. Something impossible to get, one must wonder, can we really obtain this ordanace as if it were an appliance to ones own existence. Pushing forward with such wonder, you take a pull of reality and get the “high” of mist. The essence of human contradiction, We bound ourselves into believing we have nothing to live for. but Somewere along the lines we realize we are existent and decide to protect it. Our own existence is both a tumor in the essence of reality, but the most contradictorily nonsense ever known to be perceived. Its funny, if only it can be just as easily put together as we take it apart. We would probably starve and feed on existence till were eating a leg or an arm… final thoughts are, false sense of direction, human contradictory and why we think of ourselves.
"Instinct is a way of preservation, not a survival technique"
In the midst of Great War
Few stood against many
Swords clashed; screams cried
Blood was shed, both of the enemy
They prayed to their gods
And screamed there loved ones
Into the air
As they were slain
The army of Ragnis had prevailed
They had won a part, but the whole was still far from filled
Now they mourn over the lost, and fight for their lost cause
In the fires of datrex, there souls will be purified.
He drifts through the sea of mist. His fallen is owned, no longer just lingering at the pinnacle. He has been uprooted, his truth still lost in the fires. He retains sanity, but his lust burn; it seers creating a smell that fears the senses. Going crazed, almost ecstasy; the ultimate pleasure. Articulate in nature, u finds a way to burn. To use fire as will- rage, and love. Burning sensation melds away all pains, flowing through like the nirvana of life. The river of spiritual life, splashing ever so elegantly, is pleasing the eye. Visually orgasmic, a light so bright, the foundations of thought were they stand are falling, into columns of stupidity, the tide has turned and the burning becomes the burned.
The fires enrage a new sector of prosperity. The river is now unbalanced, we have all feared what has been lost in this abyss of mind. So dark and untouched by light; so peaceful, it screams with silence. Nothing is heard, its thoughts recalculating, he reluctantly turns to the dark, he forces his anger. Using built up fuel, he ran from fire. With no effort he got away, the light has vanished; the darkness reclaims what is rightfully theirs. This is the simple contradiction of stupidity of the human race. the brains with thoughts; more useless than two piles of shit. The thought has been wasted and the fire will burn this pathetic timeline, for I the fire have forsaken the darkness, to be thy enemies. We shared humanities together, but my fire decides to be fueled by rage, you by sadness. We both felled, we both have fallen, the kingdom now burned both in fire and in darkness.