Wednesday, April 19, 2006

His Majesty's Will

A man kneels on the ground,
Cups his hands, looks to the sky,
Asks God to save his son,
From the deadly disease,
A tear drops down the man's face,
He trembles in panic as he waits,
For the answer to reach his ears,
To ease the ever growing fears,
A doctor grabs hold of his shoulder,
The man looks up into her face,
She says his child is gone now,
Up to a better place,
The man screams in blasphemy,
"Why my son? My only one..."
A thunderbolt strikes from the sky,
The man crumbles slowly to the ground and dies...

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Indemnify - The Bittered Fate (The Beginning)

Well over a year ago, I got an idea about making a huge poem, one with contributions from multiple authors, just to see what would come of it. After a few months (!) of work, I eventually lost all drive to complete it; partially because I no longer wanted to deal with it and partially because I couldn't think of a single way to combine everything together in a coherent way. It was very experimental in nature, extremely challenging in terms of editting, yet strangely satisfying when some parts came together better than expected. This portion of the poem is what came to be the beginning of the piece and also the only portion authored completely by myself (it was from the end of this section onward that other peoples contributions came into play). I can't say I'm 'proud' of it, but I can say that there are definitely some great things that came from the project, so in the end it was worth trying.

"Multicolored roses,
Unsung heroes,
Who will make the most of life?

Salvation in the wind,
As forthcoming is the morning sun,
Ushers the moon from center stage,
Making room for a hopefilled day,
Sleepy heads awaken,
Looking forward to light hearted fun,
Soon to come by the night's fade,
Towards a lit garden majesty...

Shadow starts to follow as I walk,
The sun rises to the south of where I run,
But for now I've turned around,
To face whatever is to become...

I feel blinded, dizzied by the light,
It has been a while since I've seen it like this,
Never turned to see the future,
As I've been long dissolved in the past,
Now my water has set me free,
To explore that now in front of me,
I may no longer feel as though I am drowned,
It does not change that I do not know what is to be found...

I am here with the mountains, here with the trees,
All which stand high above, that I must look up to see,
That which means so much just being,
Standing out from a world where the spotlight is denied to so many,
And here I am looking up to them,
The giants of our world,
And here I'll keep my thoughts of friends,
The silence out here gold...

Here I'm going forward,
Backward fall behind me,
Most of all I am trying,
To also leave behind the hating,
Where the fallen rose grows,
No one but me knows,
Where to look to uncover it,
As life turned once more...

With each passing day,
Hope creates,
Comes, goes, phases, changes,
And with each day I pass,
Hope wanders,
Walking, running, falling, forgetting me..."

Thursday, March 30, 2006

The Internets

Originally I planned to do this on aliens...but after quickly running out of witty things that weren't completely cliche, I decided to write about something different. As such, I've chosen to do this on the "internets"...not to be confused with the more commonly known "internet" that so many of you are familiar with. I'm confident that whatever crap I can come up with for this will manage to be more entertaining than the generic alien thing.

1. It's pretty freaking insane in this place, m i rite? Dis guy here is all wit teh thing and the place? WTF? Sup?

I get on the internets. There is a yellowshirted man with a large orange afro in ASCII format decapitated in front of me wearing a pair of shoes for no reason. It doesn't make sense at all yet I laugh at it. A barrage of owls question me with never ending statements, none of which manage to be in any form of recognizable English. Pictures of potential fellow female internets goers are on high demand despite the well known fact that no females exist on the internets: they're all either FBI agents or lonely virgin men over the age of 40 living in their parent's basement. Confusion ensues as drama levels increase and pictures of people who never change facial expressions flash in front of me in rapid succession.

2. The basic Internets comes with the following accessories: keyboard, computer screen, computer; a complete lack of moral standards, taste, and sanity; trolls, people capable of typing a complete sentence without using a single letter, walls of text, jinjo, LUEshi, fanboyism, the intellectualwhores website, atheism, enough questionable subject matter to cause the average person's brain to implode, fads, manditory people to hate (ie. furries, attention whores, people incapable of writing a complete sentence in common English let alone understanding the English language in general, males that think they were meant to be born female but just weren't due to some cruel trick played on them by God, authority figures, emos, narcs, Tom Cruise, ect...), Brian Peppers, South Park, Retarded Animal Babies, Strong Bad, Sean Connery, Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise, William Shatner, KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN, SLC, the unholy trinity, O RLY? owl (RIP Jonathon), YA RLY owl, NO WAI R U SRIOUS!?!? owl, various other owls, anime, truly offensive jokes that know no limits, Habbo Hotel, disturbing stories about various subjects, LlamaGuy, Yellowshirt, invasions, ninjas, pirates, ninja pirates, Vin Diesel, Chuck Norris, Will Smith, LAG, PICS NOW, NWS and NLS warnings, NWS and NLS content, THE DESTRUCTION OF EBAUMSWORLD, YTMND, Bill Cosby, barrell rolls, the summoning of Captain Planet, complaining, poor relationship advice, Leeroy Jenkins, Price Is Right sound of failure, obscure metal bands, CAPS LOCK FRIDAY, boxes, the Cookie bitch, tree.

3. The Internets is made of totally awesonomical metallic subterranian walrus blubber carefully coated with a gigantic lemon tart made in England; because American lemon tarts are simply inferior since England was the first to do everything including speak a language, wipe their asses with trees, and have belligerent retards that wear "hip" clothing; surrounded by a plentiful layer of disaster and doom with a side of JELLO pudding snacks.

4. He said, hey guyz wats goin on in dis topik?

She said, if I, like, ever, like, see you, like, on this, like, internets, like, place again, I'm going to, like, totally, like, never speak to you, like, again, like, ok?

He said, LOL NO U!

She said, I'm, like, so totally, like, sick of this. I'm, like, leaving.

She then fell over her own ego, died, and faced the judgement of the all-mighty LUEshi. A single tear was shed as LUEshi looked down at the humbled female that had forsaken his name in the most horrible of ways. LUEshi wondered whether she was prepared to repent for her misdeeds or if she were to be forever damned to the mailbox down the street where Brian Peppers lives. The girl looks up at LUEshi and is blinded by his utter magnificance. Her eyes only begin to focus when she is ordered to bow back down before LUEshi to be judged. LUEshi squints at the feeble woman, lifts her in the air, and begins to devour her body. He chews her slowly to savor every part of her patheticness before spitting her back out. "Down the road to the mailbox for you it is" commands LUEshi in words so loud that the girl explodes.

He said, I'm not reading all of that shit.

5. The Internets has many uses. None of them can be told.

6. George W. Bush once said that "there are rumors on the internets", it is believed that this was a sign of the Apocolypse. Being as the world still exists, apparently the end of the world is still yet to come, but I'm certain that as of Januray 22, 2037 the world will end. I did a whole lot of deep thinking and math to come to that conclusion so it must be true.

7. Each Internets contains a giant number of morons. Annoying. Entertaining. Generally in great supply. Disposable.

Each of these morons are unaware that there is a world outside of their own mind. Differing opinions do not exist in their world, neither does logic. Often times common sense is abandoned for a radical stance on an issue only important to themselves. These morons are typically known as trolls. Feeding the trolls by encouraging them to continue through the art of argument is not recommended.

The internet is almost completely different from the previously described internets. Females run rampant on myspace, people constantly praise God for every random thing that occurs in their life, and a general sense of canned bliss reigns. However, the English language is still butchered beyond recognition through the use of the popular and trendy AIM. AIM, the only known piece of shit messenger to have an ad for ITSELF on it.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Rest Follows The Performance Of Life

This piece is the result of myself and Joe Traverso writing what I like to call a "combined poem". Basically I wrote a few lines, he wrote a few lines, then we repeatedly did that until we came to a point where we decided it could go on no longer. It may not be the "best" way to do it, but it's one of the most enjoyable considering we both likely had completely different ideas for the direction of the piece, so we had to tie what the other person's lines said into our own thought process, before passing it back so they could do the same thing, and so on. This is definitely something that puts your mind into overdrive if you plan on creating a piece that actually makes any sort of sense.

For those interested, we started with a few vague lines that I just thought up off the top of my head, continuously bounced lines off each other for a while, and eventually turned that into what you see now. I should note that the only editing to this was for minor punctuation/spelling fixes as well as the spacing of the lines. Beyond that, this is exactly how it ended up coming out, whether that be a good thing or a bad thing is completely subjective. The initials of who wrote what is after each line just to avoid any possible issues.

"Pacing from corner to corner, (CB)
Unrealizing of possible outcomes, (CB)
The lack of understanding, (JT)
Can cause all to be undone, (JT)
Time wasted, a squandered potential, (JT)
The days blend and never end, (JT)
Leaning against the wall for a moment, (CB)
Becoming drenched with sweat... (CB)

Patience is fading to nothing, (CB)
Thought process losing it's grip, (CB)
The perception of what truly was, isn't, (JT)
Reality has yet to return from its trip... (JT)

Becoming the worrier sworn to never be, (CB)
No longer as strong as once hoped to become, (CB)
The weak minded accept defeat as failure, (JT)
Confidence becomes undone... (JT)

The trap is set, (CB)
The rat runs through it's maze, (CB)
The routines are replayed, (JT)
It's existance is it's cage, (JT)
Potential for failure looms overhead, (CB)
Breathing grows heavy with the racing logic, (CB)
Still unable to accept its fate, (JT)
The rat races about frantic, (JT)
Wasting it's energy without gaining anything, (CB)
The images slow as focus begins to resume... (CB)

Such a sick existance, (JT)
Suffering for the amusement of others, (JT)
The cameras watch on, (CB)
As the panic remains strong, (CB)
As questions start to stir, (JT)
This can go on for how long? (JT)
The question finds it's answer, (CB)
When the subject can no longer stand, (CB)
When its usefulness done, (JT)
It's being be damned, (JT)
The heartless continue to watch, (CB)
As the desperate one mourns at the loss... (CB)

Never truly appreciated, (JT)
Even after it's time is done, (JT)
One final stagger, (CB)
The last heavy breath endured, (CB)
For our performer it is over, (JT)
Yet the show goes on, (JT)
What is next to feed the craving, (CB)
Perhaps one more marathon? (CB)"

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

I'm bored out of my mind

As such, here is a list of songs no one is likely to listen to but really should since they're awesome. As a precautionary measure, should anyone actually look for any of these, I'll put an (M) for METAL after anything that most people are likely to hate. Along the same lines, ***** will be placed after bands where EXTREME CAUTION is recommended before actually listening to them. Some bands are very good at what they do while flying in the face of all that is sane and pure, you'll have no one to blame but yourself if you choose to venture further into these.

Porcupine Tree:
Feel So Low
Glass Arm Shattering
Heartattack In A Layby
Stars Die
Stop Swimming

Katatonia:
Brave (M)
Complicity
Don't Tell A Soul
Fractured
Gateways of Bereavement (M)
Palace Of Frost (M)
Relention
Wait Outside

Devin Townsend:
Mental Tan
Tiny Tears
Unity

Opeth:
A Fair Judgement
Atonement
Black Rose Immortal (M)
Ending Credits
Face Of Melinda
Forest Of October (M)
Patterns In The Ivy II
When (M)

Danzig*****:
777
Cold Eternal
End Of Time
Let It Be Captured
Sistinas
Skull Forest

Lacuna Coil:
Comalies
Distant Sun
Falling Again

In Flames:
Bottled (M)
Bullet Ride (M)
Embody The Invisible (M)
Graveland (M)
Hårgalåten
Metaphor

Mastodon:
Aqua Dementia (M)
Crusher Destroyer (M)

Therion:
Emerald Crown
Melek Taus
Secret Of The Runes

Tiamat:
A Caress Of Stars (M)
For Her Pleasure
Visionaire

The Gathering:
The May Song
Frail (You Might As Well Be Me)

The Crown*****:
In Memoriam
Total Satan (M)
Under The Whip (M)

Vader*****:
Choices (M)
Privilege of the Gods (M)

Vehemence*****:
Alone In Your Presence
Fantasy From Pain (M)

Strapping Young Lad*****:
Drizzlehell (M)
Oh My Fucking God (M)
Relentless (M)
Zen (M)

Emperor:
He Who Sought The Fire (M)
Into The Infinity Of Thoughts (M)
Of Blindness & Subsequent Seers (M)
The Wanderer

EyeHateGod*****:
Blank (M)
Broken Down But Not Locked Up (M)
Self Medication Blues (M)

Nothingface:
Bleeder
Incarnadine (M)

Deicide****************************:
Bastard Of Christ (M)
Behind The Light Thou Shall Rise (M)
Dead By Dawn (M)
Repent To Die (M)
When Heaven Burns (M)
Worry In The House Of Thieves (M)
Worst Enemy (M)

Monday, March 20, 2006

The Drifter

The noble stars,
All bearing scars,
Of present days,
That went the same,
Watching water,
Cover the earth,
As man walks by,
Looks to the sky,
And cries...

Why do I have to bring,
These ordinary things,
To light for you?
How much more can it be,
Any plainer to see,
I feel the same way too?

Destiny lies barren,
Under a wave of thoughts,
Each with it's own decisions on,
What is and what will come,
Holding back the dreamer,
From a conscious choice,
Every desire left to drown under,
The constant stream of noise...

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Quandary Bound

Behind the ever closer people in my life,
Remains the fearful question,
That leads me to deny,
Anyone will ever truly relate,
To the bitterness they'll find,
Waiting for them inside of my scattered mind...

Help is not the option but leads to the test,
That I'm on my own here to figure out what's best,
Is this the route to travel or is this the way to stray?
Go in both directions, head straight into the plain...

This is not where I expected,
Among the many thoughts I saw,
If I had not been so distracted,
Perhaps I would not have come here at all...

Many nonsensical words,
Put themselves together,
To find their meaning,
But is it really worth,
The chance it will hurt,
Should it all just be fleeting...

Floating into the mouth of the ponderer,
Blowing out with mindless blunders,
Dry and typical phases that will come,
Peeling through every one of us...

Strong relations,
Break down and ruin your life,
Rebuild again,
Creating a new floor to fracture,
Never ending,
Strange events that repeat over,
Standing beside,
What feels, breathes, and smiles...

By the way I have to say,
It's been a rather enjoyable day,
I tried my best to entertain,
Just sad you don't feel the same way...