Digital and AnalogZetal,This is my greeting because words are worthless, and there is only the emotion.I've been given a new perspective of life.It came over lessons and time.I think I'm insane.But not in a bad way.To society's belief.And it is too intangible to speak because there is no type of communication which can define what I am feeling.They all are.In fact, everyone is.Just insane in the ideas and beliefs, some more insane than othersWell, never mind.There are the occasional people who achieve enlightenment.Bwahahaha.BWAHAHAHA.You do not think you care to understand what I am speakingBut I speak in truthsI am speaking of the World and the way Reality works.It is not a competition - not anymore.It once was.People were blind.People are no longer blind.People do things with a purpose.With a sense of existence, because despite all attempts to ignore reality - and even success - Reality still is.I believe in a God.God is existence.You, the dog, anyone.Even our pixilated pro
RezRez, how I love thee.A great mixture of pleasure.You make me feel Right.A Rez-induced trance.Test your skill and enjoy it.Lights, Music, Power.Sex in games these days..Rez comes with a vibratorthose lucky females.Good combinationsVisual art, Music, Fun.Rez - RevolutionTime grows very long.I still long greatly for you.Rez, I will return.The music grows grand.Vibrations show your progress.It gets you going.Hacking the system.Looking for information.Gotta save Eden.The game gets intense.The Boss Rush! Aren't you afraid?... Why? Must continue.Trying to succeed.At times, seems impossible..Must get a perfect.Shooting enemies.The more enemies I killThe better I feel.Trapped within system.My path is filled with danger.Who the hell built THIS!?To start as a cell.To become a sentient,To reach purity.Lines everywhere.Each defining a culture,Each creating life.
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
While You Were SleepingWhile you were sleepingCells clusteredto whisper about you jealouslyin their tiny little chain gangbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -bigger, badder, better.While you were sleepingThey cementedtheir undying bond of friendshipand every face hardenedbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -sadder, snider, solid.While you were sleepingconspiracies rose and fellwith your breathand They rustled with laughterbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -more, malicious, mayhem.While you were sleepingCancer shoved over other kidsin the playgroundand took their placebefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -suddenly, so, scared.While you were sleepingyou were overrunand we can fight it, of course,with artilleries in the arteriespoppingpoppoppoppoppop -we'll, wield, weaponsbut while you were sleepingthey took a misered,bleak,first victory;poppingpoppoppoppoppop -into tumultous, tumourtuous, laughteras you lay undefendedand they captured your heart.
The Horror StoryMy horror should turn to grit that chokes the rusting cogs of passing breaths.It should sneak into crevice and corner until each pirouette of a clock hand crunchesa desperate death rattle into the mid-December hysteria. It should.I want my terror to ooze into the machinery of existence and permeate the iron.I want it to coat, and coax wheels off their axels as my mind spins out of control.The whole world should grind it's internal organs like black pepper. To a halt.The stars should feel the chill of my desperation and slide sluggishly down the sides of the skydripping burning nitrous into our eyes that in turn melt out of their sockets.I want every subatomic particle of life itself to suddenly stop, mid sentence.This is the way the world should fall apart.This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but with a resolutely maternal voice, strong as gravity, growling "Cancer."I want the world so still that I will see the traces of the dead le
ImmuneYour poisonous wordsThe ones you throw at meUseless they areYou can't hurt meYou can't break meIt's beyond your power
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
ursa minor, maybei've realized that the only reason i have ever returned herehas been because of you.these paths we walked over and over againstill barely bare the imprint of our toes.you've been gone forclose to forever, i know. but stilli lay here where sky meets sea and stareat the stars you will never reach.it's kind of saddening to see that you will never be theinfinitely remembered cancer, orion, gemini;fame is not meant for everyone. you taught me that.once upon a time in a land broken long ago,you told me that the wicked never rest among the living.with quick feet i had thought you were talking of yourself, a wanderer, runner.now i see you only ever spoke of me.my feet have blisters.
two spoons in a draweri don't believe in god,but i know someone putthe stars in the skybecause here you are,loving me.
the hero of my life The hero of my lifeThere is a man over 5’8He has forever changed my fatePuts out a video every dayBrings hope like a ray of shineSome might call him a weirdoBut I call him a heroHe is light and funnyNot caring about moneyHis name is as funny as heBut has given him great fameHis friends are not as great as heBut he does not hate themNow you must know who my hero isMy best mate is MARKIPLIER
The Blessing Of Having a Friend As the wave of stress washes over meLight drains away like a dying treeAnd the tears are on the verge of fallingHolding myself to stop the shiveringI lay in bed holding on to the fragile stuffed animal like a little child looking for protectionA light from my phone appearsI look twice at your name to make sure it's for realYou must be an angel that heard my criesNot sure how you saw behind my liesHey, how do you feel?Are the words you send on my wayA smile and I'm ok is what I sayBut you still look behind my lieAnd try your best to spread my smileA little joke just to make me laughThat help me forget the times that's roughYou find a way to calm my stormsWith all it's difficult formsYou're sweet and kind beyond beliefAlways find a way to give me reliefI look forward to our little talksEven if there isn't much to talk aboutI'm glad I gave you another glanceNow I don't know what I'd do without you thereI'm grateful for you my friendThankful to have a friend with a
QuestionmarkHow do you ever begin to start by failing to recognize there was never anything there to begin with which brings to question this all-engulfing thing that we exist in.This is life.