Saturday, August 11, 2018

OH HOLY HELL....

It has been a shit load of years since I posted here and looking back and reading this schlop....

WHAT THE ACTUAL F****


Okay, I recognize that I had issues in my youth but damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Obviously, my perspective on life has changed a crap ton.


Would I say I have a lighter outlook on life? Sure.

IS the depth of perception towards thoughts, psychological selves, perspectives and the presence and impact our existence has on reality? Sure.

Do I hate myself? HELL NO.

Interestingly enough, during the initial creation of this blog MANY MANY MANY years ago, there was alot of self-hate present. Angsty Teen, EMO-PHASE, Crawling in my SKIN, and all that.

Alot has happened since then. Alot. A fucking lot.

Been closer to death than I would have liked on several occasions. Trust me that changes your view on alot of things.


So I'm impressed, surprised and fairly cringing at what I wrote here way back when.

Maybe I should repopulate this into something more me at the present.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

My mind is anything but blank right now.
I haven't written anything here in a long time, and somehow the thought is depressing.
I've been neglecting this place for a while.

A very long while.

I used to write so much here. Everything from my perspectives to poetry to philosophy and strange logic. Now, this place feels barren, dry and empty. Like the world after its kissed by human fire.

Indeed it's lonely, sad and lonely.

My mind is anything but blank, yet it still has yet to create once again.
To fill the void created by lost time, and time that I'll continue to lose.
I have no proper words except what I have written right now.

Still, I'm glad to be back.

Friday, April 28, 2006

The Mantra...


Live for Today, Pursue Tomorrow,
Stand on your own two feet and walk.

Reach for the Sun, Embrace the Sky,
Take the Stars, Fall back Down.

Raise your Head, Eyes front,
Don't Move, Don't Lose.

Hold on, Never Let Go,
It's your Chance, Take Control.

Feel, Warmth, Caress, Eternal,
A Touch to Open Your Eyes.

Love, Love again, Love Some More,
Never Forget, Reach Out, Live.

Saturday, February 11, 2006


A Doorway to A Dream...

--
My eyes are an overflowing shadow,
Though my deep heart still remains.


I can feel the infinite touch of nothing,
But the wind blows pure against my face.

--
The echoes of your breath are consuming me,
Still your voice breaks me free.


The lifelessness of you suffocates me,
Yet your scent lets me breathe.

--
You have alll of me surrender,
Leading me to victory with your hands.


The poison in your blood grows thicker;
My pulsating heart, endless beats to an ethereal dance.

--
Then when my flesh is as cold as death,
You still your lips to warm my soul.


Until all that remains is my final breath,
My life never ends, for it is that which I owe.

--
Suddenly I wake and my eyes are free of shadow,
And my deep heart still remains.


The happiness overwhelmed the sorrow,
And it grew stronger with each cherished day.

--
The touch of all was felt,
Even the warmth of the endless sky.


But when to you, my thanks I wished to tell,
Silence followed, you weren't at my side.

--
A voice that reached to you,
Your warmth I sought to feel.


Yet all that stayed of you,
Was a love that I knew was real.

--
My eyes are in overflowing sadness,
Though my deep heart still remains.


Though your sacrifice wished happiness,
In the end, I was to blame...

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A valentines poem.

A love sought, a love earned and a love lost.

Never let go of love, never forget your love, never take advantage of love.

When it all comes down to it, Hope, Faith and Love...

...That's all anyone would ever need.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Once again, I found myself looking for an answer, a solution, a key.
Once more, I realize I am lost. Forever lost. Just as I have always been.

What I failed to realize though,
is that being lost doesn't necessarily mean I don't know where to go,
it just means I haven't gotten there yet.

--

The symbolism of the 'Door', and the choices I have to make are real.
The Time I have left and the Time I waste by not making the choice is also real.
The consequences are real.
But in the end, they are all mine, for I am real amd I make them real.

They all exist because they have too, my existence justifies it.
It doesn't mean the world revolves around me, it just means that everything is connected.
It means that everything that we know and we come to understand as real or unreal actually exists because we do.

A dream of dragons and faeries, some may see it as a fairy tale, others will shun the idea and others will believe it. Whether its real or not, it already exists. An idea, a concept, a fantasy or another world, we can never really know but as its there, then in some way it must be real.

Something can be so abstract to one person but so clear to another, that alone justifies its existence. Thoices one person must make is a force of infinite power for what may affect us one way, can affect another person another way.

'Dreams aren't real', some may say, but does that mean that it's impossible to become real.
Anything that exists has a purpose, whether they are real or not.

I could say "Pink fluffy dinosaur that recites shakespeare while wiping his nose with a bicycle."
It makes no sense right? But I thought of it, there for it exists, just not on our plain, not yet.

The point I want people to realize is that concepts, ideas and dreams exist and are real and . Just because something may seem impossible that doesn't mean that it is. It's only impossible because we live in a world based on rules and we have lived believing these rules.

The funny thing is, these rules are just like our ideas, we believe them so they become real and standard. Even the dinosaurs and animals existed with bodies that conformed to these rules, rules that were real because 'somebody' thought it would be easier for life if it had some limits to live on.

Limits that began as ideas, ideas added with infinite power and a little pushing of the right cosmic buttons, to create an invisible but existing concept.
It's like the power of people to affect one another unconsciously by making a choice, for instance:

"Guy robs a bank-- shoots one man-- victim's family holds a funeral-- relative who lives in another country leaves work to visit funeral--the firm he works for loses a day of profit--because of a loss of profit, the firm has to pull out all its savings from an account in sweden--the bank in sweden somehow goes bankrupt because of one company's bank run, thus firing workers--one fired worker commits suicide--suicide's family holds a funeral--relative from somewhere goes to the funeral, losing a day of work...etc etc etc.

Now, that's just with something that can happen, imagine if it was an idea that's being passed around. The idea of creating a clone said as a joke by one guy, picked up by another guy and another guy, and another guy until it reaches somebody who incidentally has the ability to do just that.

The point is, everything exists, and everything exists for a purpose, may it be an absurd dream or a fantasy about a flying slug that easts people, or a goal to become a prince in some unchartered country, as long as it's an IDEA, it has the potential to be made real, with the right push of the infinite power that connects people--no, the power that connects the universe together, it affects people, and eventually, the idea will meet people that can make it become real.

Thus everything, and I mean everything is possible and all things from dreams to fantasies, because they exist, as ideas or thoughts, connect to all things, and as they affect one another from one cosmic level to another, they become real. All that's needed, is for the idea to exist, once it does, it already affects the entire universe, and because it exists, it becomes real.

If you believe that 'real' is something you can touch and taste, see or hear...
You must be missing alot. The reality of things can't be measured, the reality of the universe can't be measured, the mouse in your hand--the extent of how real it is can't be measured but it affects everything you do onthe computer, just like the universe can affect everything else.
It exists and thus it instantly causes reactions from everything else, but what more when its pushed in a certain direction, just like an idea.

My existence began as an idea, an idea that affected alot of people, and because I was an idea--that meant I already existed, thus I was real before I was made real. Now, my existence has reached out to so many people and I don't know how but I know I have. My ordering lunch at a restaurant can change the world of so many people alone.
The world does not revolve around me, people or anything else. The world is not what's movin, its just the universe and the infinite divine power that connects and puts the universe together, and because the universe of things is full of ideas, everything within the universe is affected by the ideas, no matter if they are seen as ridiculous or fantasy--because they are ideas, they exist and everything that exists is real.

Then that must mean that there's no such thing as impossible, there's no such thing unreal or unexisting, for all things exist. Yes, even death is an idea that exists, so is Time.
Things can never stop existing, things can die but never stop existing, time can't stop existing, people can't stop existing-- they can live out their lives but they will always exist as memories, or ideas, and somehow because of that fact--they can exist again as ghosts or souls or spirits, things that some people don't belive to be real but actually exist.

There is no such thing as impossible or unreal.
All things will continue to exist forever, in one way or another.
They will exist because they have to exist to keep the universe and everything connected.
They will exist because sometimes people have to believe that they don't exist, thus setting a new set of ideas to circulate through out the universe.

It will never end, it will never stop, to exist is to be real, to be real means to once have been an idea, to once have been an idea only means that it was born from another set of ideas that exist.

I guess the real question is, how can all this have come to be, what started it, what started what started it? and so on. Is there any real answer?


--next time--- The meaning of ' end.'

Sunday, October 16, 2005


IF you look into the eyes of the silent and unspoken, the truth of words lies in their stare.

An unrealized plain of relation, the bond made by understanding...

An underestimated truth, the connection created by touch...

The only real center of purpose, the ties formed by love...


The Universe lies in the hands of the worthy, the dream of tomorrow can only come true when these bonds hold true and are never broken...

That is the bind that holds us together...

Wednesday, September 07, 2005















How does one picture one's self, internally?

What is the truth of what we think lies inside, beyond the barriers of the flesh and at the center of our being?

What is it we see in the very depths of our confused and unadulterated subconscious that we can't seem to remember them or explain them?

What is the point of all these questions?

Hehehheheee...


I have seen the insides of my subconscious...

For most, it's a library with sections dedicated to the many aspects of the said person's life.

Myself however, is another world altogether.


In that world, is a vast city, a complete replica of the country I live in....Only empty.....in black and white....and it's night....

....an eternity of night.....



Each part of this world supposedly contains my essence, pieces of me that make up me.

It's a world of silence and desolution, with my memories, my emotions, dreams, and nightmares, scattered across this plain of reality only to be locked behind a door. A plain old everyday, white wood door.

And there are millions of doors in the world, so what more with mine?

Simple, it's all a matter of faith and believing that you've opened the right door, and if it isn't the right door?


Just close it.


It's one thing to open it, it's another to walk through it.


Now hearing this, people would say that i've been reading too much or that i've watching too much horror movies or that maybe, i've been playing too much videogames...hehehehehe.....here's a surprise for you....

I have been doing all these things too much....but.....this world in my mind, has existed even longer than that..

Til now, I am confused so much by this alternate universe residing within me, it's so simple yet complex at the same time.

So why bother with that fake world, why not live this one reality we are in right now?


Perhaps because this world of reality and mine are actually connected, perhaps both are real, perhaps both are fake...

No one can trully say. If there is anything at all that's real, then it's this...

"As long as you Understand that you exist, then that's what's real. For now."


I have all always made it a point to live for the present and plan for the future while at the same time acknowledging the past.

This applies for the two worlds I live in, my reality, and this shared reality we are all in right now.





Oh, did I forget to mention that in my reality, I am never alone.

There are things in there that even I can't describe...

....or Explain....

A mass of horrors and disgruntled abominations and deformities of things that were and never will be again....

But there are those that I can explain...There are those I long to see once more...There are those that smile, when I see them.

This is my world, and I don't believe a single person if they say that they don't have one as well. You just have to close your eyes.....


And look.



So what does the very depth of your subconscious look like? Don't try too hard to see it, just see it.


One more final:

To those who walk into the minds of others, entering their world without consent or permission, I tell you this now.

A mind is a horrible thing to waste, and a soul is something so precious that it has to be protected.

Every person has their own way of dealing with intruders that into their private space.

And when they get you, they will hurt you...



The mind can do so much when threatened.