Do I lead my life like the wind of chance?
Or follow the flow like the streams of power.
I have no purpose that I can see.
I want very little from life and those around me.
Whatever blocks my path I still manage to get what I want?
Or at least make the choices that land me where I need to be.
Whether by instinct grand design or calculated plan,
All I can see is where my foot will fall next.
As I rise above and do what is demanded.
I seem to meet every challenge
Those around me see a fool that barely hangs on
I see a man simply strolling by
And what I really am is of no great consequence.
Until someone or something breaks my shell
perfectly forgotten
Twisted and deformed
Working to break everything
And Broken to no end
Never present
But Always around
Legitimately fake
Counterfeited to perfection
Starving every part of all
still Hungry for the whole
Lost in life
Fixed in death
Increasingly failing
still falling short
While laughing madly
A Crying Anomaly
Never acting
Ever dreaming
Something into nothing
Seeking to substitute a name
Full of emptiness
The hollowed Being
The monster under you're bed
Not worth Naming.
(A man walks out of his bathroom putting on a bullet proof vest and walks to a table sewn with guns seeing him self in the mirror he addresses the audience.)
Ah so its you, I'm glad you could see me off before I go. I know I shouldn't do what I'm going to do just as you know how right it is, so don't try to stop me okay. This time of the reverse renaissance needs a little reality pumped in to it. And I'm the one to do it. I have nothing to loose, no wife no kids, to ties of any kind, besides my job and [adult swim] there is nothing for me to but sit and watch the 3\/i1 ways of people and there foolish actions. And I'm tired of it. SO first
Once upon a time there was a rat-boy named bob that lived in the sewers of Chicago and enjoyed the company of other rats. He was a survivor and lived with out the contact of other human beings simply watching the world above as time did its work. Having no human contact he did not remember much about is past; in fact he remembered nothing at all. He was not sure if it was because he did not want to or if there was nothing to remember but he did not think much of it and lived his life day to day with the rats enjoying life like all the other rats. Running through the sewers, sneaking in to other homes, or just watching the people above; Bob ha
It was a dark and windy night as I walked out alone with teary-eyes. The streets were empty and all the buildings were dark with sleeping people within.
Driven by some insane sorrow that stabbed at my heart, I walked on in some unknown direction, not caring where I was or how I got there.
"How could she do that in front of me?" I said to nothing but invisible ears and shallow winds as I choked the words out through whimpers and tears. The image of my best friend curled up with her boyfriend on the couch only made me wail out loud into the night.
Then I began to run, I ran hard, fast and without reserve. I ran past every silent, dark buildi
Evil Master Mind
By Adam Davis
There was a time when I was plagued with a sickness that made food taste like ash, my eyes water, and my strength leave me, it made it hard for me to breath, I'd want to throw up, my heart with a dull pain, screaming out in to the night, and despise my best friend. This sickness was not of a physical kind—even though it did thwart me in that way as well, but no this was a sickness that every person has bore the burden. And if they haven't, then they are moreover extremely lucky, (or will burden it some day). Even now, I still don't know the name for what it was that made me act that way. Heartbreak, obsession,
From the winds of sand,
And mountains,
And heat I blew in,
To the winds of the sea,
And the trees
And the shore.
Were the sun always shines,
Through rain,
But never snow.
And the wind blows free,
In and out of the seas,
Forming mountains of water,
For all to ride.
And all that could harm me,
Were my shadowy dreams,
From and old mind,
And the unknown paths set ahead.
A new chapter,
A new world,
With new dreams for an old hope.
Do I lead my life like the wind of chance?
Or follow the flow like the streams of power.
I have no purpose that I can see.
I want very little from life and those around me.
Whatever blocks my path I still manage to get what I want?
Or at least make the choices that land me where I need to be.
Whether by instinct grand design or calculated plan,
All I can see is where my foot will fall next.
As I rise above and do what is demanded.
I seem to meet every challenge
Those around me see a fool that barely hangs on
I see a man simply strolling by
And what I really am is of no great consequence.
Until someone or something breaks my shell
Tears down my face dreams asunder,
My heart stops to scream like thunder,
And my mind keels over in a blunder.
Breathe reeling,
Throat chocking,
Eyes swelling,
All at this feeling.
Walls that block my path,
With stand any wrath,
Any well laid craft.
All demise lay before me,
All in her eyes.
All pain finds me,
All in her words.
Like the dawning of a funeral bell.
Like a demon eating my soul.
Like a spear piercing my heart.
As I lay exposed for crucifixion.
This is all in a feeling?
This is all in a thought?
This is all in a word?
Is there nothing I can do or say?
To reverse what has been done?
In the passing days and nights,
my life spends it itself,
ends its self. Tacks flight
with every breath,
in the form of my might,
in every form of my actions,
and in the form of my strife.
Is life a joke?
to have something so precise,
then just squander it in a single instant.
the beauty; the ugly; the pane; the love; the hate;
the ignored; the wise; the lost; the found;
the light; the dark.
what these colorless eyes see,
is nothing but and end to an end.
there is no life,
just a endless aray,
of choses and actions,
all for what?
a single instant of joy?
a moment of truth?
all to end, all to fall,
in to the inevitable,
There's no redress,
Or rest,
For the things I long to confess.
Death and life, my bed mates,
Telling me my fate, on the road
I have chosen, telling me,
"It's all for nothing", yelling at me
"You will be nowhere!" I smile,
In my sleep, and dream of time,
Spent with thee, dream of time,
I long to have, in your brace,
And rest, happily, with death and life,
yelling my eternal fate…
What are the things I can not see?
Touch feel, and bend so free.
Why must these things be out of reach?
Like the stars, and beams of light blinding thee.
All great things come with a price and deed,
Nothing can be obtained through greed.
I not want of greed, just some thing I need.
That is why they come,
With price so high, and pain that bleeds.
That is why none can touch and bend,
The vary things that make our world spin.
Only worthy can touch such dreams,
And make them theirs, rather than seen.
So make your self worthy and do in great haste!
For a window closes just behind that door…
My eyes grow dark and the world I knew was gone.
I thought there was nothing, but then "they" came.
Tearing, dragging, biting, screaming, and making me remember.
The reason why, I would not fall in love.
Sitting with them and my torment I think of how I ended up hear.
It was long ago in the mind of another, I sat and tried to learn some thing use full.
I turned; I saw some thing of great wonder. I thought it was and angel,
However, found it was a demon, capable of great and terrible things.
As the days gone by, I soon saw that perhaps,
I could love such a great wonderus being.
Nevertheless, I found her to be untouchable by many,
I
In the dark I sit and learn,
What I found in the blinding light.
"nothing but pain and strife,
was all I found in the light."
"only drams asunder,
Pain like thunder,
To be smothered,
In my faults; I shutter."
A thing of dark,
Like my hart,
Should stay were they ought.
Only God, dark, shadow,
And cold, can understand,
What it is to be left in the dark.
"what's this light, warmth,
Or pulsing growth,
That now resides in me?"
From my wounds,
I find strength to walk the dunes,
With this new found glee.
How could this be…
My journey in the light,
Not quite out of sight,
So I continue my flight.
I hope of a perfect blith
In a sea of souls,
you're the only one,
Who I knew for so long,
and loved all along.
My love for you has lasted till now,
And keeps going with out folly.
Why? I do not know,
As much as I have tried,
In the past to forget you,
erase you from my mind.
I always come,
To the thought of you,
Free and simple as the tide.
Unknown to me of any other time,
I have thought of another,
As I think of you,
So easily, natural, and true.
Which brought me to my conclusion,
So factual as I knew,
That I love you.
As the tides washes,
I love you.
As the earth cracks,
I love you.
As the sun stets,
and moon riseses,
I love you.
Every in
In your brace, I see your face,
feel your breath, hear your heart.
Arm around me like angel wings,
Protecting, shielding, reviving my soul.
There I can rest, face to face,
With the only person I ever loved.
I have no fear, no hate, or sorrow.
Only over whelming joy,
Of love and comfort.
Now I can see, so clear and full,
Of the things that will soon in unfold.
I see my goal, my desire and love,
I must fight, and earn my wish.
My blithe in sight, for this long journey.
I travel with out stop until I rest in your brace,
And have to travel no more....
Thoughts whey down my eye lids,
Closing them to the world,
Pulling me into darkness.
There my mind opens,
My personal Pandora's Box,
Unleashing monsters of untold pain.
Alone in the dark I struggle,
Battling my Daemons,
Fighting blindly,
Hurting, dieing.
How did this come to be?
Is love to blame?
No I am to blame.
My love was refused,
So now I live in shame.
Thinking thought no sane man thinks,
Holding on to hopes no sane man would hold.
But what to do?
Holding to hope may mean death,
But I don't want to give up hope.
That is the choice I must make,
As I battle alone in the dark,
How I will live,
Or die.
Current Residence: Islands of Hawaii Favourite genre of music: All kinds exsept Polica Favourite photographer: Laura Sandifer Favourite style of art: Black and White & 3D Operating System: Bordome MP3 player of choice: Scandisk Shell of choice: A Shell Of Wind Wallpaper of choice: Darkness Skin of choice: Body Armor Favourite cartoon character: L Personal Quote: Better than Zombies...
Favourite Visual Artist
Ralph Steadman; Pio Canlas; Frank Miller; Bruce Lee
Favourite Movies
Waiting...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Gorillaz; Jhony Chash
Favourite Writers
Frank Miller; Hunter S. Thompsion; Stephen King
Favourite Games
Katimari,SCIII, Shadow of the Colases
Favourite Gaming Platform
PSP Family
Tools of the Trade
Harmonica; Pen; mcromidea; My Man Hood; Kie
Other Interests
Writeing; Web Page Desine; Music; Video Game Desine
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... and a lot of the songs fit with the setting
Opening Credits:
Space Harrier I got the Space beam OC ReMix-http://www.ocremix.org/remix/OCR01236/
Waking Up:
Cool Spot OverClocked Spot OC ReMix-http://www.ocremix.org/remix/OCR01648/
First Day At School:
Mario Kart 64 Rainbow Snowland OC ReMix-http://www.ocr
I will add on as I finde new and awsome stuff!
http://www.tokyoplastic.com/opera.html Opera!
http://santoalt.com/videos/193_CounterStruck.html Counterstruk!
the drawn dream series http://gprime.net/flash/drawndream/
food pyramid: http://gprime.net/flash.php/foodpyramid
Hey guys! My Home computer is dead. The power supply finely gave out. And because the computer is pre made the power supply was customized so I have to order in a new power supply for $120! A Word of advise to the none l33t! NEVER BUY A PREMADE COMPUTER! They WILL rip you off somehow. So I really can't get to my WebPages on a normal bases and that means my online gaming is shot! Well I just thought I would get the word out before someone thinks that I'm ignoring them. Well later.