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Who knows what will show up here. One day might be normal and the next strange. I love my imagination, and often spend more time there than I should. I tend to get silly at times also. Just some of the nice comments I have recieved. This entry is going to keep me awake all night. How can you write something so blanking beautiful and just toss it off, a crumb for mere mortals who stare at the empty stage and applaud for an encore. VerySara   Hahahaha! You my friend are such a nerd. Deviously Brazen  I just realized something: Whenever I read one of your blog entries, I tend to hold my breath throughout, releasing it only when you are finished. MaryLou Wish I had more time to go where your mind travels. Excellent POV, worthy of portfolio status. celestial You do have an interesting mind. strider7901 um, why are there cats on the milky way? Solitary Man Beautiful prose! I must argue that "Language is your slave" and not "Master". Your lines tease my own devils and keep me coming back for more. cnoto That was absolutly beautiful. AL Beautifully stated madness. I love it Jaren is Avarielle You can't say you weren't warned. 
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| I gaze upon a stormy night. I fall on a raft and float away. A journey to distant lands. White water and muddy shores my constant companion. The sirens sing a haunting melody of sinister delight. I don't want their ballads of false hope, but feel compelled to jump. I know better. This leap of foolhardy faith is nothing new. I have sank in the murky depths below many times. Still, the voices are beautiful. I am enchanted. I am weak. I abandon the safety of my vessel. The aquatic black consumes my breath and darkness ravages my being. I awaken. Somewhere new. I am someone else. Who are you today? See you on the river. |
| Somewhere between madness and imagination an oasis awaits. I haven't found it, but rumors tell of saddening stories and purple delight. Heavenly visions dance naked around a cold blue fire and violins play in the distance. I have wandered around this desert for so long I no longer know my name. I search for clues and try to be reborn. Is it a waste as time? Who knows? I miss the days of free roaming imagination and well-worded prose. Then again, words were never my strongpoint. Besides, I've lost my map. Which way is up? See you in the puddle. |
| So long have I floated, barely clinging to what I once called life. The whitewater whipped and stung my broken mind. It left me bruised and took my memory. I cannot see into the future and have forgotten the past, so I stand here uncertain and claim myself mortal. A human full of folly and failure. A man once full of words, but now wondering if I can even speak. Everything is already gone, and I only just dragging myself to the shore. I take one step... Where are the worlds? See you under the gnarled branches. |
| Though I am still waiting for a miracle, I have wandered through words and dreamt the impossible. It is not always there, but the fleeting glimpses and shivering skin remind me that existence exists. I am one with nothing and everything all combined. Somewhere a poet breathes. The forsaken truth rose from the ashes and is reborn into a stained page of blackened beauty. Simple, isn't it? No harder than walking to moon and leaping to Mars. Let it be known that the volcano still blasts forth plumes of heated tears, but I haven't quite backed down from its awesome fury. The wind may wrestle with the passing clouds, and the sea attacks the land in an effort to rule the Earth, but in the end it all goes unnoticed as I stare across an empty horizon and paint it with my mind. Where do you want to go today? See you on the krag. |
| A trip fantastic. Meandering through the broken trees and stumbling on a rooted trail. Even the full moon hides behind clouds and leaves the weary traveler blind and confused. A simple gift of fresh water and the savory flavor of long forgotten feelings would be a treat. It's not like we wish for the world. No, just something small that it seems is all around us. An abundant treasure that is nowhere to be found. A maelstrom adds to the already miserable conditions and forces a single leaf to let go and hope to find something more. Instead it falls and lies with the tattered dreams of so many others. I once held tight and now I am broken. Floating downward, I hear the call of singing sparrows and the whispers of screaming banshees. The storm is all around me and faces of strange visitors taunt my spiraling plummet. It seems I cannot land. The wind blows me far from the truth and away from the simplest of pleasures. Lingering phantoms and half dead scars always envision doubt and plague my mind with certain sanity and magnificent madness. The worlds I see are nothing more than a motionless blur and spiral away on two dueling zephyrs. I want to catch them, but I am still drifting, captured, and struggling against the haunted the breeze that escapes from my own mouth. Have you ever wind surfed? See you in the leaf pile. |
| It's not the end of the world, or is it? I wander somewhere beyond the intergalactic with a click. I am not lost, but mildly confused. Still, it is better than treading through space less space and timeless time. I remain nothing, but now am something, a flightless soul soaring through bruised clouds and rolling along with the wind. I can hear words calling, a yearning for release. A touch of pleasure in a land of imagination that once disappeared. Slowly I awaken from the nightmare of self-induced bliss and empty dreams. Maybe it is nothing, maybe not. I have been called many things, but can only manage to make the worst true. I ride on a stepping stone with a smiling sun and half sleeping moon. The voyage is long and the first step hasn't even left the earth. The mountains cry with despair as the heavy rains beat them down to dust. Somewhere a raven calls and insanity answers. I seek that point. The return to the madness, and a whisper from a forgotten friend. There are many other futures I could wish for, but wishing and hope are both nothing more than vacant hands and labored breaths. I seek more than emptiness, but am still wandering a cold desert behind a fallen star. At least the birds guide my way. It's not the end of the world, or is it? Where are you going? See you in the sands. |
| And I grip the air with solid lungs. I have wandered far and forgotten the simplest things. The many colored nightmares of true fiction and false words. The body moved while the mind slept and a man-made phantasm devoured who I was. It is no dream, but the walking reality of being normal, and not what I was meant to be. The world may have been a better place, but the madness cannot be subdued forever. It is destined to fly among the semi-chaotic clouds with dull eyes and rambling words. Somewhere a vampire wakes on a moonless night and hits the snooze button. Its not like we all don't like to sleep in. Just don't forget to wake up sometime. Are you kidding me? See you at w.c. |
| Dark speckled blue with swollen hands. The thin ice creaks and cracks appear as I wander closer to the center and remain oblivious to the laws of action and reaction. I am not lonely, but wander the vastness of space somewhere between lost stars and invisible galaxies. I am half-numb and comfortably dying in a dream world wonderland of half sunken islands and floating cities. Somewhere... Where am I? The truth is I never left. Then again, was I ever really there? Some people live in their perfect little world. Is that the same place I call home? It's not like I understand, or attempt to live as if nothing is wrong, but it could always be worse. Weariness descends. Are you tired? See you in the dream world. |
| Long ago I walked upon a moonlit night. The whispering ravens sang of despair and called for hope. Lost. A phantom wandering through the dying trees. No longer do the hapless ways of hopeless dreams invade a sedated mind. I wish to return to happiness, or sadness, anything other than this blank stare and empty mind that haunts my every word. I am not forgotten, but I do not remember. I am a fiend hiding behind a hollow case. I am ghost slipping through the cracks and erasing memories. I am priceless, worthless, good and evil. I am everyone, and yet I am only me. The future does not belong, yet I seek it out. I want to return to the past and live in the worlds created by a lunatic's tongue. Is that possible? Even the truest gods cannot know what comes tomorrow, but the false prophets can tell us all. Don't listen to me. I am dumbfounded, or maybe just dumb. I will lay and lie and smile when not happy, and cry for nothing more than the end of life. many sunsets and moonrises lead the way. It is not a golden brick road I follow, but I am still searching for some magical beast to heal my wounds and take me home. I am, however, consumed by false promises and am just avoiding the Gorgon's stare. Though still flesh, I am frozen in time. Does anyone really care? See you 25000 leagues beneath the sea. |
| It is unnoticed. The random words seem meaningless, but call for beauty. The oft forgotten language lingers somewhere and rests its weary head. I search for the simple and find the impossible. It is not as easy as it looks, but who's looking anyway? Maybe I am the only sandman in a world of watery waves. I can't seem to escape the fact that once the grand kingdom ruled the world. It seems now that all those ruins and decaying temples are nothing more that scattered dust. The great, snarling tiger licks his lips and pounces on my prey. I am unconcerned and don't even notice the end is beginning. I could be wrong, maybe the beginning is ending and everything is on course. It's never easy to tell these confusing tales to the masses of unbelievers. Most are deaf and blind and everything beyond their own dreams goes unnoticed. Even if my history was a blank book there would still be something to say. It is a shame that the phantoms and pharaohs look through dirty glass. The past is forgotten and the future is clouded with the whirling dirt of missed opportunity. I guess we will step blindly into what we don't know, or perhaps perish without ever understanding what could be. Was that deep? See you at the bottom of the ocean. |
| No. The simplicity of minor thoughts and deep conversations pale before the smiling dog. Somewhere there is a light. Low and ominous, creeping across a phantom trail with a haunted grin. It is a memory, or maybe I just made it up. There is no telling. My toes dip in a hot spring of Asian delight, while my mind steps across an icy planet. I am no where near my future, and I can hear the Norn’s laughing. It is like thunder on hot night. The breeze echoes with sinister delight as the maelstrom beckons, and the snickering grows louder. I am deafened by the roar and blinded by the thought of half forgotten rage. It's like a pseudo howl on a new moon night. Something is there, it's just not real. I have tried to escape this magical madness and wander along with singing beasts, but the tune is babbled and I have forgotten language. Once something loved, but all emotion fails and slips into the horrid grip of lip-licking devils. I remember that all lies are based on truth and fight with confusion. I am entwined and beaten, and yet I stand. In a world of a billion eyes, I am invisible. Can you wander all night? See you in the frog garden. |
| The angels whispered, and then laughed. The deafening roar of whimpering wind left me neglected and uncertain. I walked along a well known trail and wept as the trees died around me. The mist clung to my legs and salty fog danced about my head. My wrists bled and I could hear the moans of secluded banshees. This isn't the end of the world. Not even close. It is just some dark, dying forest that I am lost in. I no longer see in front of me, and avoid looking back. There is no chance of return. The long awaited days are somewhere far away, though the runes tell another story, or maybe it's the ruins. The small reminders of past civilizations still showing that nothing has changed and everything is different. Time does not heal, but instead destroys. Even the grandest features bow before the passing days. Packs of wild dogs roam somewhere between fallen oaks and a waning moon. I can feel their hot breath on my neck and shiver as a cold bolt taps my spine. I often wonder if you can outrun that which nips at your heels. How fast can you run? See you in the blog ring. |
| Twilight in the world of mystical midnight. I wandered along a sea and looked for nothing, but still found that which I did not seek. A treasure before my eyes. The rare gift twinkled and left a notion in a four-dimensional mind. It sat on an island, so close I could jump to it, so far I would drown if I tried to reach it. I pined and wallowed. I called myself a fool. I walked away and returned. The tide rose and soon only my head remained above the water. I swam back to the shore and scrawled laughable nonsense in perfect text. I envisioned black hats and red silk, but the undefined certainty and stuttered speech still floats somewhere far from tangible thought. It is ever different, and always alike. The unkempt fear and random memories cling like vines and draw me down beneath the dirt. It is dark. I hear something in the distance, like glass shattering. Some things shouldn't be. Isn't this fun? See you on the edge of the galaxy. |
| Uncertainty abounds and yet the casket is raised. The past is reborn and tomorrow laughs with disgrace. The wallfllower stares with a gothic sneer and the written word wonders why. It is born in my mind, and yet limited imaginations call me wrong in my own world. The mix of life and talking beasts can happen anywhere. The hallowed halls are home to ancient incantations. The fledgling dreamer forgets that visions have no limit. It is the beginning of the end when everything has its place. Nice and neat, no room for improvement, and no need for change. The shackles are tight and the once strong magic has been drained by countless rules. It seems many have forgotten the true value of art and are only concerned with the politics of would be gods. Do you remember joy? See you on the bookshelf. |
| Beneath the rainbow, but somewhere above reality, I stare at the girl with sad eyes. It is close to midnight and the shadows sing across a moonless horizon. I hold my out my hand and taste despair, like honey and lemon dripping from a rusty pail. There are no tears. Some broken things cannot be repaired, and many forget the presence of another. Still, the journey continues, even for cowards who hide in plain sight. The bold, the strong, the empty... We are everything and nothing. Even if we touch the heavens, we still fall from grace and shatter our hopes on jagged rocks. Twelve hundred days of cloudy skies and only a moment to smile. It is the reality that overpowers the imagination. Beneath the rainbow, but somewhere above reality, I stare at the girl with sad eyes. Am I hard to understand? See you through hazel eyes. |
| It's not like the world will fall off the edge of the universe. Lost in a galaxy of passing days and empty planets I toss countless stars onto endless nights. The blackened clouds cry and the salty wind wails in anticipation. We all await the day when we awaken from our dreams and never notice. It is the word hope that is often false, but all words are made for lying, just some of them hide behind the truth. Look beyond the sentences and decipher the present, past, and the long-lasting purple sunrise. If you take a walk on alien moons, you will see nothing new, and nothing ever seen before. It's not utter confusion, more like twinkling madness and twisting fate. Why not jump to distant worlds? No matter where you go, you will always laugh and cry. Is this a science lesson? See you inside. |
| The ramblings of inane desire walking through another’s mind. It is not always the truth that prevails, but often something close to it. Your world exists in a state of understanding and leaves my half eaten moon falling from orbit. Blood red mixed with quicksilver and yet the stone fails. Immortality is still within my reach, but why have it? Eternity walking through mud and slipping on lies is not for me. Of course, I could gather the clouds and speak poetic to the masses of deaf beasts. Understanding is not often understood and the wailing of lost children is ignored. I await the three wings and the total dissipation of never-ending light. Though certain facts remain far away, I know where the blind see and the wind screams. It is closer than you think, yet a journey everlasting. Did you see that coming? See you in Saturn's Rings. |
| Resurrection. Something forgotten and then found, like a lost treasure that was never sought. It is an ending and a beginning tied in knots with no starting point. I twist and turn through the unsure trail and still feel lost somewhere in the middle of a bruised cloud. I slap at the thick fog and call for angels, but I am still alone and the dense mist reforms quickly. It doesn't really matter. Thunder strikes in the distance and the moon smiles with a wicked grin. A rabbit appears and wanders with a cat. Maybe that's not true, but then again the desperate need for strange thoughts is on everyone's mind. Some deny the chance calling of random imagination, and others get lost in wormholes and step into strange worlds of black and white. Everything is not meant to be the same for everyone. I will wander the technicolor thoughts on the lunatic fringe and dangle my toes over the edge. It's better to be considered strange than be the same. How normal are you? See you in the padded room. |
| Universes and distant stars. Walking in the eye of the man on the moon. I have stepped through time and forgotten my name, or maybe forsaken... The angels weep and snakes slither through the belly. Its really nothing new, similar to meandering through redwoods and dining on honeydew. Sweet and dangerous, hidden beasts on the prowl, innocent eyes hiding false truth. All seeing gods who look the other way and pay attention to some juggling clown instead of the fire burning the world and destroying what could be. Of course, juggling is cool. What's the time? See you in the comments. |
| Foggy vision and the serpent’s kiss, like a dry lake on a frozen day. I wandered along falling winds and shivered beneath a hot sun. Somewhere, something happened and I remained oblivious, like my many days I do not remember. The curved blackness creeps beneath sorrowful eyes as slashed hazel fights for air. Deep hues of reddened madness offset the sparkling mirage of well hidden pearls. I wish I could call on an ending, though I know I need a beginning first. I am unable to find that glorious smile and once again meander away from redemption. Half of me shudders in the darkness, and the other half has disappeared. The calling of an owl, and a cat's smile... Just another night. Who writes these things? See you in the ink blots |
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