Blank

For now I will stay hidden in the darkest depths of the inter-webs, plotting my grand escape...

This hidden cove offers be the most beautiful of treasures, nothing, emptiness, possibility. A blank canvas is a canvas that could one day hold a masterpiece, a rare work of beauty that an artist meticulously slaves on in secret for years only for it to be stolen by a petty thief and pawned off for a cheep thrill. Later it is sold to a lonely man who finds beauty in this lost art, frames and hangs it on his bedroom wall where it is admired every day. Its beauty brings this man hope, it fills him with emotion that never before existed and offers a brief escape from the hell that is his own doing. A blank canvas can one day become a father daughter finger paint day where laughs and smiles are exchanged, colors are flung, and memories are made. A blank canvas canvas can become the outlet for the thoughts of those whose minds are far beyond saving. In this multiverse  of possibility nothing can become the key to everything. However, a blank canvas could always remain blank. Simply because one can, does not mean one will. However endless the possibilities, there must always be a catalyst, a spark, a bit of magic. Momentum begins with but a single movement.

Announcement

Hello all,

Being new to this whole blogosphere, and not knowing wear to start, I've decided to start off by dumping some random poetry/old thoughts. These were scattered around my iPod notes, my phone texts to myself, and other random sources. I am aware that they are not the highest quality posts but hey, I have to start with something. I'm not quite sure where I will go from here but I am open to any suggestions. What do people enjoy reading on these things? I'm not people so.... Let me know in the comments.

For future submissions I would like to involve interactions with the community. Perhaps interactive stories where you are given the choice to vote on story outcome? 

If you find this page even mildly interesting then speak up, let me hear your opinion otherwise ill keep posting whatever I want. Not that I wont do that anyway......

p.s. If you don't want to be here anymore check out my favorite stomping grounds over to the right side of the page. Surely you can find something to entertain yourself with. 

The Greatest

Give me the greatest,
Or give me the latest.
Just give me anything that takes my mind away.

Wasting the day, thoughts run away.
Who says life wont take you twice?
Think it away, don't want to play...
Oh, What a day.

Mechanical child, haunting my dreams.
The sounds...
Grinding of gears and muffled words long forgotten.
Rust covered sprockets sprinkled with dust.
A healthy unwelcome, destruction of trust.

Can a future be seen?
Oh, it must....
Oh, it must...

Dreams

Cause I feel the pain,
And I feel the blame,
And I feel the same.
Every day.

Nothing changes, only rearranges.
My heart beats much harder,
It's slaughter, it's slaughter.

Hope isn't pretty, it's callous and mean.
Take away hope and you just have a dream.

Dreams they can cut, and dreams can abuse.
A dream is the worst when its one I don't choose.

No Dear,

No Dear,
I never made it home safe.
The lights in your eyes they blinded my way.
The lies in your eyes they threw me away.

Riding alone, it never gets better.
Riding alone, I simply cant let her.
The farce that I live is all that improves.
If only a shift could trigger a move.

Deeper, further, and faster I sink.
I haven't forgotten, I cant sleep a wink.

No, I never made it home, and I never will.
This immense weight will buckle my spine.
Snapping, Crackling, Crunching it shatters.
Like frailty of hope, I'm not sure that it matters.

No Dear,
I'm afraid there is no home.
I'm afraid there is no Safety.
There never was.

Ascend!

At this speed I'm surprised that you managed to stay on your feet. You look like a small animal scrambling to stay alive. close your eyes and tell me what you see...

...Let your consciousness expand. Let your mind see what your soul is already aware of. Ascend!

Time

Over, under, flowing time.
Never slumber, feeling fine.
Life's a joke so laugh it up.
Ill be there to pick you up.

Flirting with the under toe.
Deeper than I'd ever go.
Dark escapes the lights warm touch.
A lost embrace of love and such.
And if I ever find my way, the light be damned I'd have to say.

And now we sing of distant pasts, the rolling thunder never lasts.
Things of old and long forgotten, we see them now but they have rotten.
We have become the endless maze, through folly of our selfish gaze.
Twisting, falling , melting through.
I'm reminded of a time with you.

Ringing

The ringing, it sounds
The music it drowns
Washing away that which once mattered.
Now that I float among the debris, I feel at home.
Broken promises and shattered souls, these are my friends.
The light promises a better future, the ringing helps to drown out the voices but the waves they keep coming and the horizon never seems to draw any closer.
Sinking under seems too easy.
Let the weight build and caress me to a dirt bed where I can sleep soundly.
Compassion keeps me afloat... Fear keeps me awake....
Ignorance keeps me curious... And knowledge brings me more to question.
This is an endless loop of circular logic.
Break free, I must. help me... I need wings to lift me out of this place.
Like words spoken to a mannequin, these dreams will be long forgotten.
No reason to remember things that never should have come to be.