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.
RavenThe raven would not say my name -only flutter its wingand settle on the branch.I watched its cockle eyestudy me and the rooftopsthat sang of autumn.Leaves swirled in the wiresas the air blisterd around meand I could feel myselffalling once again -somewhere the lightwould still remember me.
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Notebook petals, blooming in the bloodOf scarlet love,Dripping sweet melodies from high aboveShowering us in an embracing flood.It was a single word roseAnd upon it was written your heartIn the form of a hundred rhymesPlaying out your song,Your beautiful songAnd nothing could let it fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Poetic thorns, glaring through the galeOf obsidian disgust,Sneering dark voices of our innocent lustWhispering to us of that word rose pale.It was a single word roseAnd within it was hidden my heartIn the form of a thousand crimesWeeping all my sins,All my blackest sinsBut no one ever saw me fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Word rose, oh where are you?Word rose, ah shining in the blue,You hide my secrets andCover yourself in her heart.Wor
Late nightAll alone in my roomSurrounded by darknessThe clock keeps tickingTime doesn't stopAnd there I layMy mind wanderingWhile I waitFor another day to come
A Fairy TaleDismembered limbs fall from the skyDramatic chorus sings silken ribbonsOn the mountaintop, out there in the darknessWhere plants are withered from lack of sunAnd all that is now will be what wasAnd all that was will be once againAs limbs attach themselves to torsosWe get up and walk, smiling, into the lightTeeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembledNew feathered wings stitched to backsThe plants are green on the other sideGrowth ensured by the ever-bright light
TodayI drew a picture of you today. Not because I wanted to. Not because I miss you.I drew a picture of you today. Because your face invades my mind, Every waking moment of consciousnesses.I drew a picture of you today, Simply to rid my thoughts of you. Because I can't bare to see you.I drew a picture of you today. And when I find the courage, When I find the strength.I will burn it.
Bitlets 229The man in the mirror was framed and hung.
paper cranes at midnighttell me the secret of dreaming -i need to know the wayto wish on stars that fall, and those thatdon't, assisting in the making of a tomorrow lacedwith wonder.stud the skywith folded cranes on wireand origami dreams strung up like beads;when the night creeps upand i can't breathe,tell me it's okay to believein wishes that can be foldedas easily as paper.remind me of how daylightcomes even if our star-peppered eyesdon't close to hide it'slight; we will not stop to count oursheep, but rather wondersfound in waking.lace the sunsetwith your silhouette;i am a paper boat folded by finicky handscast into deep waterstrying to cut a path for pleasant dreams--and because i cannot rest my eyesto find solace in silence,i ask you only todream me something beautiful.
lets play pretendI am a lion, brave and strong,I am your defence, for when others see you wrong.I am a warrior, bold and alertbut I am still a person, and a personcan still hurt.
36On every birthdayI think backand reflecton all the yearsthat I've lived.Today I am reflectiveon nothing in particularand everythingall at once.I look at my daughter.I beam with prideat the young lady she has become.I can't help but stand in aweat how much she looks like,acts likeand can hold a grudgejust like me.I take my husband's handand squeeze,waiting for his needleto work its magic.I want his art to bea part of me,now and forevermore.I'm dazedbut not confused.36 is more than three decadeswhich is kind of weirdto think aboutwhen I feel so young.Childhood has been rebornin my offspring-my nieces and nephews too.My own memories mixed with theirsin the form of traditionsI've demanded be passed on.Today I celebratelifeand loveand family.Today I wantat least 36 more years.
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.