Live Strong, Die Strong...

What is fear? Looking at the devil straight in the face and still seeing his face today, this is true and real from my own experience, don't like it don't read it...

A night like all the others, with that sweet scent of booze in the air. Probably a whole bottle swimming through your veins. Ideas like no other staring in the face. Sure, why not? This booze can't stop the pain all the time can it? I would rather spend a few hours in purgatory than an eternity in hell wouldn't you say? In these times of doing what you're told you keep these feelings, no one knows. What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart...

You finally get the courage to pick up the device that would end all the pain, all the suffering. The device that would shut him up once and for all. So I'm staring down the devil in the face, I would venture to say 9mm but I can't be sure, I'm not good with guns and where I thought I was going I wouldn't need to know. Keep your eyes open just a little while, won't be too long will it? Swimming through the ashes of another life no reason to accept what they say, they are not in your chair. This puzzle of life is about to get a wake up call, wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight so that only those god blesses can live it. They each have a piece of this puzzle, where I have none. So here we go, see if I can call this bluff god calls my life. Click...

What about me?

Do you see the characters in the show? Do you even see the show? One says yes and the other says no. The true choice is to decide which voice in your head you wish to keep alive. Even in my madness I know you still believe your false hopes and dreams all such silly trife when matched against my own agsnt. Yes mine, mine alone, my only. This time it is of me. Not others. You can't change that for even you do not believe I am totally selfless, I can't be, no longer. What a beautiful painting I would be...A masterpiece. Paint me on canvas so I become what you could never be...Perfect. I dare you to prove me wrong, it was foreseen and foretold by the one who sets me free! How dare you even consider my notions being wrong! For they have always led to strength and understanding. How simple, how truly magnificent. Me...Is that what you want? How silly. Maybe now you will see, maybe now you will see what I can be what I have become, even tho it is still becoming you will see now more than ever that I can be what you want for that is all I ever wanted, to be in your sight, to be in your mind other than how I didn't match up or how I wasn't good enough. And you cannot deny my destiny.

A Simple Prophecy...

In the inner sanctum, beneath the dreaded visage. Lies the telling of the coming of the one. The one to bring order to the chaos. The one who will restore sanity were there is none. Do you call my name? Do I hear you beg? I can't see you anymore. So if your calling for salvation, speak louder for he is the resounding voice that I hear, liking it or not. I will not be broken again, I swear it. It is the first thing on my mind. Whether or not he put it there I do not know. All I do know is that he is watching and waiting, and speaking. First thing when I wake and last thing I hear when I sleep, and even then in my dreams. Speaking his own prophecies that will all come to pass. For they all have so far. The separation of the filth, the cataclysm, and fall of the un-guided angel, the deception and betrayal. And last but not least he foresaw the devil's coming and how to keep calling his bluff. For the servants of the vile one are many, and his tricks and even more so. I must stay strong and await the becoming. Stay vigilant and not straying from the path, for peace will come. I can merely dream and let the very image wash over me like a cool breeze. Now I lay my head down to sleep, and pray the lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, pray the lord my soul to take. And if no soul to be found, search and search for your lost sheep, for he is wanting nothing more than to be once again in your sight, take him from the wolves and keep him safe. He has had his fill of the wolves and thorns, whether they be in sheep's clothing or not. Silent nights for the rest of my life, holy water in my hands can never wash away my sins. I paid for them in blood and flesh, like the lord almighty, I suffered but for what? Only one knows of those words, and it is him that has turned a blind eye shut his ears to my strife, I only wish to be there back again when it is over. Which may be soon, I can't hold out forever, the wolves are ever growing, ever watching....

Sigh...

Alas, this twilit world is too full of pain and contradiction, too full of broken dreams. Perhaps I was lifted of sanity so only to be able to flee the terror of mundanity...

The White Rabbit

The White Rabbit beckons you to follow him, down the rabbit hole, into his world. He's a deceiver, a trickster. You won't know what is truth and what is a lie. He aims to best you. Beat you. And when he does...you tell me...

A street joke...

Thanks to training day for this gem. Gotta love this one...

This man gets up one morning to go to work. He is on his way out the door when he sees this snail crawling up his porch steps. A little annoyed the man picks of the snail and hurls him over the roof of his house. The snail lands in the back yard and cracks his shell (the only hard thing on a snail I think...) and is seemingly beaten. About a month goes by and the man again gets up to go to work, he is out his door when he again sees this snail AGAIN (the cracked shell gave it away). So instead of stomping it and getting his shoe dirty the man looks down and says in a booming voice to the snail "What the fuck is your problem!!?"...

Figure that out and you have life pretty much solved. I haven't yet but sometimes you have to look under the cover to see what's going on...