8.08.2010

Enter The Pits



Foresight - Knowing then what you realize now
(this has nothing to do with anything, just thought this was a funny pic.)

In this world, where hope is valued as reality and truth is rhetorically manipulated, comes the ultimate quest of a lifetime. The sinful woes of Man weigh heavy upon the soul, and there is little to look forward to when no light is shed on the path. A dark and dreary forest where there is only one true destination... self.

Ortem's love of his bride to be, Yralas, had one request to Ortem before his departure into continued bloody Holy War, The Seventh Crusade... "Please, come back to me with this relic" as she hands him a precious family heirloom said to have a thorn from the Crown of Thorns. Ortem promises in return "I will come back, without seductions through the pleasure of flesh, and return to you this relic with your hand in marriage."

He returns with haste after a traumatizing realization that his bride may very well be in danger, in time to see her family slaughtered, she being a survivor from an instant fell swoop. His heart cries out with the last words said to him through her faint breath: "Remember what you promised? Have you... betrayed me?" with a tear that trickles softly down her still-warm cheek. He replies "Never" and she falls limp with that last word.

He bears witness to her soul passing on into the light in the sky. She then said in a soft ring "Worry not, my love. I told him you wouldn't betray me. I told him you would stay true." Ortem is quickly filled with shock and awe, but then it was robbed swiftly. A demon draws life from the ground beneath her corpse, captures Yralas' soul, and wastes little time to beckon Ortem to follow. Her souls screams "Save me! You Ortem follows as fast as his human legs can carry him, to see the demon dive into a dark and glowing red opening in the ground. A mysterious shadow in the form of a man yells "Hurry, we haven't much time before the opening to The Pits close!"
Ortem yells her name, making a dive into what seems like an endless fall into The Pits.

What lies for our hero into The Pits? What is his ultimate fate? How will his resolve be tested in this hell spawn place? What of the purity of Yralas' soul? Be prepared to be taken into the very place nightmares are birthed from; untold horrors thrashing with life; a reprieve that evil patiently sulked for. Enter The Pits.

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I guess I just felt like being a dork with creativity... if anyone can actually get where this plotline is influenced by, I'll be shocked. I guess I have nothing to really go off of. Just doing my thing, and hanging out with abunch of friends right now.

Peace out, peoples. With your health, godspeed.

7.31.2010

Subjective?



What is reality... true reality? Probably what we interact with on a daily basis with our senses and most exposed to, and gaining knowledge on how other creatures/elements communicate/interract with us. I would imagine that would be a close definition of reality. Now what if... a person was being manipulated into seeing a different reality then our own? For example, metaphorically... take a baby freshly born, feed + cared for it with a monkey costume (never speaking any language, just grunts and groans when appropriate), the room's light is always on with the a color (red, orange, green, purple; be creative) raised that child in the monkey costume, and let him/her be visited by other monkey costumed people... once you let that young adult out of the room and into the light, s/he would want to run back into the house where it's safe and comfortable. You would need to litterally DRAG AND BIND that person against his/her will to show them our sense of reality. Being exposed to a different world than one person's used to doesn't make that person wrong or right.... that is just a perception like reality bent for the eyes to judge quickly and with godspeed. The earth is mother to us all, but that is how reality perceived by the entire human race... are we, the human race, stuck in that room and stay ignorant?

To me, there is true reality that is a very dangerous one to the human... reality being a state of mind. sometimes, another's reality is different from your own. That person reality might be seeing everyone looking down at him all the time, even when they're not, leading into terminal depression; someone reality might change to giving in the primal rage from inside oneself and unleashing it, like "going postal"; someone might try one thing out, had a bad experience, and reality is seen by a diffrent light on the subject, reguardless of success/failure on everyone else's part...

The list goes on, but the message is very clear:
No two eyes are the same.

In my past MONTH I went through an interesting scenario that forced me into a different state of mind... but my life has most things any good movie should have: introduction of characters, innocent plotline, character developement, plot is thickened, conflict arises, hero is made, action, romance, resolution of problem, happiness, something else bad emerges or revives itself leading into more movies so the ending is left in a perpetual limbo (sort of speak) that sometimes never has a true ending. Kiiiiiiiiiinda like that, but it's not a bad thing... just a good movie still being watched, of sorts.

Ahhhhhhhh, life is great. Attacks of malice, love, and ignorance scattered within my life. Mixed along with that some blessings of innocent joy, a HUGE helping of social interaction and a dash of education, and I'm a super-happy person. An awkward yet interesting reality... and wouldn't change a thing!

"Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?"
~Calvin and Hobbes

7.03.2010

Poems ahoy!!

Pretty much, the title explains it all.

**This posting will be updated frequently, only because I don't want new posts for every poem**

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Flash

Selfish flames lick your brittle frame ever softly.
Whisper heated secrets within crackling ears.
Touch to blaze only matched for the sun.
Let our eyes burn with crisp delight.
Sulpher and ash; sinful aroma.
Fire NEVER dies alone.

6.25.2010

The Mythical Truth


Myths... back in times of old and young, when science was not a concept of thought, but people still demanded why things happened, and for what purpose. It matters not what time era we view, there is still one simple fact that lies within the human mind: Seeking the Truth. We are creatures that want to understand everything we can see, feel, hear, touch, and smell... and for some of us, what's beyond our five senses. People spend a lifetime searching... for the truth on why we exist, the truth of what lurks in the shadows, the truth of what is in store for us in the afterlife... the truth of life... on existence itself. It's really quite amazing knowing we think so much!!

Back in the times of old, where the wheel is bing reinvented through architecture and weapons alike, came that of the Gods. When storms raged about, searching for victums, everyone knew the Gods were angry. When the wind blew heavy and fierce, taking life from the very group you stood on, it was the Gods delivering punishment. But how did these Gods come to be? Explainations on their existence is actually simplistic to convey.

When taking in reflection of nature and life around us, we had no explaination of why things worked as well as they did. TAking into consideration about the intelligence of ancient times, people started to tie in that everything that existed was made of us! Think... we bleed, spit, and pee. All different colors, but still water. So we are made of water. Our bones and head seem that of rock, so we must be made of rock. We draw breathe and exhale it freely and constantly, so we must be made of air too! It only makes sense that we are the center of what things came to be, for we are powerful and mighty. But... this still doesn't connect how these forces of the Earth were moving without any of us controlling it... some omnipotient being of all power must be influencing these mythical patterns of life, right?

Thus came the birth of all Gods that controlled life itself. Everything was explained that a certain god assigned to a certain function of life was responcable for the continual and consistant flow. The Gods, created under our own image, were personification of nature itself. If there were horses as people are now, the Gods would look like horses, and if there were birds as people are now, the Gods would look like birds. We are so full of ourselves, aren't we?

We now know that The Gods are not holding up the world, nor making the rain fall from the sky. They were myths of the past, things that good stories come from, and cultural backgrounds that these stories touched on. Now those times are etched into the tablets of history. But in those times, they KNEW that the Gods existed. What do we KNOW now? Well... in seeking the truth, we must walk a path of knowledge. But are we really getting any closer to finding an ultimate truth?

Throughout time, people knew things to be true, and then knowledge would set that truth... in pursuit of another truth. We knew the world was flat, until we sailed around it. We knew witches actually exsisted, until we killed too many innocents to be real. We knew gods controlled everything on the world, until philosophy gave birth to science. We knew the entire universe rotated around us, then the telescope began to show different. We knew that illness and disease was a magical spell caused by an angry god/evil being, until we stumbles across medicine. We knew the Crusades was a holy war only set out by the almighty Lord Himself, until both sides said the same thing. There was too many things that were true, and so how do we know the next big thing we think is true now happens to be just an illusion as proved countless times with our past? We don't. Where am I going with all this, you may ask? This is where: In the pursuit of the truth, we seek knowledge. When seeking this, we lose our basic instincts to survive on our own...

Do you know how to knit the cloths you wear?
Have you grown and supplied yourself with the very food you eat?
Do you know how to salt meats and preserve them outside with no ice/cold?
You know how to craft weapons from sticks for hunting or self-defense?
Do you know the concept to create basic electricity that you're using right now?
Would you know how to build make-shift shelter units for protection from the weather?
Can you create a fire from nothing?
Can you read what the wood tells you?
Can you keep a fire going strong?
What about tanning? Do you know what that means?
If you manage to catch an animal for consumption, can you skin in properly?
Can you use that skin without it being consumed by binsects and maggots?
Can you craft basic tools needed for easier contruction of other useful materials, like tools to make rope, to tan hides, stretch fabric effectively, bind objects together...
Can you cook raw foods over a fire? Most people can't.
How about setting up a campsite? Location is the key.
Animal habits, can you predict and survive against the beasts of the night?
Can you make plates, bowls, cups, and utensils to eat with?
How about distilling water without electricity?
Craft furniture for holding objects, or carry heavy objects with?
Could you kill an animal? What about a human being?
Can you help set a broken arm/leg on your own (or to yourself) with proper knowledge?


The probable answer is no, you don't, won't, or can't. In my humble opinion, about 0.5% (Aproximately 1.5 million out of 309 million) of the entire United States knows more than three of these survivalist functions, at best. I didn't list many of them... I could have kept going. I'm sure you thought of a few yourself, didn't you? When something happens where you're in a situation that calls for survival, will you be able to live through the challenge, or will natural selection have its way? In a setting where all you have is yourself, and your brain, what will you do to keep breathing? Will you make the desision to suffer great pains to survive, or bite the dust along with three-forths of the world?

"Live or die, make your choice."
-Jigsaw (Saw series)

6.22.2010

How to Get Lost in Humanity, Chapter LVII, Version MLLXXXIIIV (Revision XXIII)



This is a strange and bewildered world we live in, huh? We have religious figureheads syphoning righteous dollar bills, politicians bending the realms of verbal reality, sport coaches with their 'spirit fingers', and all the while trying to hold on a normal funtioning life.

Riiiiiiight.

It's kinda funny like that. If you take a look from the psychological perspective of the human mind, we are mentally wired to find attraction to those that we have the best chance with so that we can reproduce and continue our species! If you dive into the anatomy and physiology of the human body, we are designed to procreate and sustain ourselves. So, it only makes sense that our brains are wired with our body to function for one single purpose, yes?

So... I guess canabalism is a bad form of population control, huh? No....that's too barbaric and inhuman. Let's go to the other more civil and humane version of this: War! Yes it's truely fasinating... the concept of taking each others lives so willingfully. We are created with violence in our blood, ever since recorded documentation exsisted on rocks with clay art, so did the art of war and it's many faucets in life. Men facilitate battle through fists and muscle. Women are exactly the same in concept, to the expection of one key difference: They commit war with their words rather than fists. That's deadly in a different and respected regard. Unlike normal animalistic behaviors, we tend to takes lives and commit war in the pursuit of luxery in most cases. Women, riches, and land are the top three (and pretty much only) reasons we go to war in the first place. The only similarity between us and everything else that draws breath is the concept of defending a mate. But even then, animals don't amass fellow animals and kill each other over one mate. Usually in an animal bout, only three things are going to happen. Walk away fine, gimp with an injury, or death. They really don't have options like we do. They think "If I get into a fight, and I get hurt, I might not be able to hunt for my own food, and starve to death. I'll just try to scare him off with a shout (or bark, or puff yourself bigger than you are... you get the point). However, WE love to defend our own pride or possesions over the stake of human slaughter. I think we secretely love to kill one another... we've only been doing since the dawn of time, so it's logical to think that. Self-inflicting wounds... we are addicted to the pain we claim to suffer from.

Hmm... it's the existence of pain that we live. The ever present aura of death that motivates us to struggle on. There are many forms of violence that do not need to deal physical punishment. Violence!! It's in us! We pillage, plunder, burn sacrifices, kill in the random, kill in the name of *Insert your religious god here*, gand beatings... I can give many different examples, and I'm sure you're thinking of a few on your own. In the end, after all has been said and done, lies one final question in the realm of destruction that humans constantly strive to answer:

Can my violence dominate yours?

"If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you?
-Warden (Shutter Island-2009)

6.09.2010

Ahh... old poem time!


Sorry... I'm too tired to talk about my awesome day, but I'll leave you readers a poem I wrote a while back. Mind you, things change with time, and I was hoping this feeling would change... but some of it still remains, but I like that torture right now. :) For the people who read this on my myspace, too bad!!

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

This poem is about a flame of the past a year or more back... smothered by the essence of time.
It explains the stages post-break up and how the illness of wanting to have it back receded, and eventually becomes non-existent, over time.

I can better explain it as a Fading Sickness....


I've coped too long...
With all the wrong.
I now realize...
No compromise.

The past beckons,
My train stations.
Rides to and fro,
Refused to slow.

Embedded heart,
We're far apart.
For you moved on,
The 'we' is gone.

I'm lost and torn,
A past to scorn.
Willing to fall,
To spite it all.

To think no thought,
Memories rot.
The dead is bliss?
It becomes this?

The good, the bad.
More gloom, some glad.
This fateful show,
In cognito.

I am Alpha...
And Omega.
The beginning...
Restful ending.

All starts with new,
We've to show blue.
Our light has wane,
Last spent in rain.

Confusing hell,
Are you to tell?
So sweet your tears,
Confront the fears!

Sleep sound child,
Bad dreams are mild.
Evil lost face,
Falling from grace.

This world in mind,
You'll come to find.
Is not been shown,
Till you call home.

Never in rest,
Forgotten lest.
Hope refilling,
Not undoing.

Beat of white wings!
Come forth and spring!
Now time to shine,
Your heart or mine.

Eyes open wide,
Take life with stride.
Dance on water,
Why be bothered?

Do find your way,
And never stray.
Defeated wraith,
Continue faith.

Farewell my lass,
Our time has pass.
Again we'll meet,
Crossing the street.


"The only source of knowledge is experience."
-Albert Einstein

6.08.2010

Famous Last Thoughts


I don't claim any credit for any of these words, for I used lines in lyrics from about 20 of my favorites songs... I just put them together in about an hour. If you dare, copy and paste any of these sentences in Google and you'll more than likely find a song. Warning, I spliced some lyrics in others to form one sentence, so it can be tricky.

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Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right, I think you can do much better than me. I never stop to think of you, after all the lies that I made you believe... I live in a hallway with no doors and no rooms, what kind of dream is this?! By the way, I made it through the day. She was taken, then mistaken, but I remember what it feels like beside you... maybe she needs some space, just a little time alone. My love is just waiting to turn your tears to roses, I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win. If you're as I presumed, gravity can't hold us down... why in the world, after all we've been through? My vision so unclear, don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.

This is the world we live in, it can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Despite the lies that your making, why you always running in place? I can't wait for you to knock me out, in a second! Would you love a monsterman, could you understand that fate has finally found me. I am not afraid of what I have to say. I rememeber black skies, the lightning all around me... here laid to rest is our love ever longed.

I feel so unsure, as I take your hand to drink these drains second. What I really ment to say, I don't want to wake up from you. How do we get up, cause I don't know! And I hope it rains through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten. Now I'm far from gone... life so dishonest. Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn, all alone?

I don't hate you, no... I just want to save you while there something left to save, but save me while you can from my blasphemy!! We run like vampires from a thousand burning suns, but even then we should of stayed. I love you girl but I'm not the answer to the questions you still have. How in the world I found my heart in you? When looking through your old box of notes, found the pictures you were looking for... I never ment to be so cold. I never really wanted you to see in my wasteland. How did I get here, and what wrong? Lay down with me... hang on to the glory of my right hand. With love and devotion, I'll die as I sleep. Demon pray, demon out! Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.

Please don't tell me that we had that conversation, cause I won't remember. That's not the way I want my story to end, and if I let myself go I'm the only one to blame. I'll never forget where your at, don't let the days go by. Couldn't love you more you got a beautiful taste. Such a lovely face, such a lovely place, and it makes me want it more.

I told myself I won't miss you. I'm not runnin, it's a little different now... stuck on the end of this ball and chain. Sick to the stomach, stood on the bridge tied to the noose. It will be a long time coming, but you got the message now. Come on, oh my star is fading... and I think you should know this, you deserve much better than me.

I stood on the edge, tied to the noose, somebody check my brain!! Tears have filled my bones... my confidence is leaving me on my own, all alone... so sorry you're not here.

One hell of a place to end my run...

*jump*

"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."
-Samuel Johnson