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His Majesty's Will

2006-04-19T21:22:00.000-07:00

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...

Indemnify - The Bittered Fate (The Beginning)

2006-04-06T18:23:00.000-07:00

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..."

The Internets

2006-03-30T18:36:00.000-08:00

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.

Rest Follows The Performance Of Life

2006-03-29T18:38:00.000-08:00

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)"

I'm bored out of my mind

2006-03-22T17:35:00.000-08:00

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)

The Drifter

2006-03-20T03:44:00.000-08:00

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...

Quandary Bound

2006-03-12T18:57:00.000-08:00

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...

Why do people smoke cigarettes?

2006-03-09T18:54:00.000-08:00

It's kind of like banging your head into a wall, it's always lose/lose. You're just going to end up hurting your head and putting a giant dent in the wall. When there's no upside, what is the fucking point? Oh, right, it's got the social aspect to it, which makes it perfectly sane and "cool". Maybe I'm missing something, but at what point does a product that decays your lungs, causes you to cough up blood, and makes you smell horrible seem like a good idea to use? When it actually makes more sense to play inside a garbage can filled with vomit every day in comparison to what you're doing, is that not a pretty damn good hint that you're doing something ridiculously stupid?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of these "don't drink, smoke, or do drugs" people, because honestly I couldn't give a shit less if anyone does any of them. However, to me, smoking pretty much means you don't care enough about yourself to not want to slowly and painfully suffocate yourself to death. Ever hear about someone killing themselves with a plastic bag and how painful that must have been? Now imagine prolonging that over the course of years. What a wonderfully great idea.

And while I'm at it, what rocket scientist came up with the idea of swallowing acid? Who looks at something that burns holes in things and thinks "hey, this would probably give me a great buzz"? Yeah, something that eats through metal and has a better than not chance of killing you instantly/making you braindead is really a great thing to be intentionally putting in yourself. It's all just risk/reward right? You're different from all the idiots that it fucked up, right?

Yeah, yeah, we all have our problems, and escapism is perfectly normal. Choosing to escape into something blatantly as bad or worse than your current problems doesn't seem like much of a tradeoff though. It's like losing an ear and deciding to cut off your other one as a solution, now you're just lacking two ears rather than one, and it probably hurts like hell.

...and my cat likes to breathe right in my face for some reason, and his breath smells horrible. What is up with that? I mean, really, stupid cat. *gives him a kitty breath mint*

As The Lost Gain Clarity (Failure Ensues)

2006-03-08T17:44:00.000-08:00

Your eyes burn out my eyes,
Awkward, empty, thoughts contrived,
Careless begins the knife,
To cut the hurting out from inside...

How am I to know that you don't know that,
Everything will just be fine and perfect,
Love will find you before the final ending,
Try to be strong as your life brings nothing,
Do not debase me with your empty reasons,
With your joyous smile of luring treason,
My thoughts can't hold me as I can not hold you,
Yonder comes the pouring rain into...

Feeling...

Despondant as you wanted,
Hollow debasement of words,
Tipsy as liars,
Stagger a wire,
Be as you are, as you heard...

Worth pales over the faceless veil,
Binding of jealous, ominous tales,
Elation, damnation,
Loss of concentration sails,
Over a hovering mass of cells,
Bounding ire of fallen pretenders...

Can not have this,
With,
Heads up in a noose,
Sit,
Down you bastard,
After,
Cannons ring in your,
Inception...

Saturnine becomes a gleeming,
Scene of peddlers get over,
Every single one they offer,
Splitting open empty coffins...

Open concrete violations,
Blast then caress then ingest the vermon,
To a lucid, glassy sea,
Hide your face in front of me,
Say your talentless and cry,
Hold hands with a softened axe,
Indefinitely closed until the coming season,
With calender pages untied...

And just as it leads,
It becomes nowhere...

Ye Entrancemperium

2006-03-08T04:11:00.000-08:00

Yet another of my favorite songs is by Emperor and off of their 1997 release album Anthems To The Welkin At Dusk. Emperor is "black metal" which is a category of music that tends to be flooded with horrible garbage, but Emperor tapped into the potential that the black metal scene had and created their own sound that manages to sound overthetop and raw at the same time. Emperor split up a few years ago, supposedly due to lack of creative direction, but when your discography is full of classic albums, would you want to risk tainting that by ending with a bad album?

"Drawn towards these lands again.
Seeking death and sacred soil.
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul,
growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond.

Emperium!
Behold my coming.

The fullmoon rise above me,
enlightening my realm in a silvery glow.
Yet the shadows crawl beneath my storming sky,
guarding treasures from forbidden light.

I still remember,
though ages ago it seems,
the first time I entered the gates,
the revelation of ritual death
by which I became divine.
Sacrifice of the life I had
among the flesh of the light.

And now I enter again.
Even stronger, yet amazed by what I see.
In ecstasy I mock the world.

Suddenly I memorize,
asking what I left behind.
Nothing.

Can I ever comprehend?
Will my longing ever end?
Never.

Drawn towards these lands again.
Seeking death and sacred soil.
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
eternally."

Foreign Evil

2006-02-28T19:10:00.000-08:00

Blending of the stars into a single sun,
To connect their conscious streams together,
The blinding of the beauty created endures,
Many a dreamers thoughts to sever,
But perfect the landscape does not last,
Through the rolling of clouds and natural distress,
A wave of dust rises up from the east,
Bringing plans for perfection in exchange for belief...

While before conflicts existed, they did not last,
Children could grow to claim their father's bow,
This new plague upon them never before seen,
The flying of bullets, wide spread of disease,
Their chances were few to survive this conflict,
As they found their land seized and their buffalo sparse,
These modern heroes came with their towers of steam,
To take all land that could hold up their feet...

The ignorance remained the greatest advantage,
As settlers bargained, promised, and ravaged,
Too late were alliances between friends and foes,
The land had become home to the modern heroes,
Shuffled behind boundaries not allowed to be crossed,
Their food source diminshed, few animals to be caught,
With the fall of the peaceful system once known,
The conquerors bring their war and a new world rises up...

The Cat War?

2006-02-28T12:24:00.000-08:00

I'm currently working on a report about the Cold War for Modern U.S. History, but rather than bore the shit out of everyone (including myself) with that, I've decided to write about my parents' cat along with her battles with my own cat:

I've come to suspect that my parents' cat, Lily, once lived a past life as a war general of some sort. Now, before you call me crazy, here is some supporting evidence:

Earlier today, Lily found my bed unoccupied. Slowly maneuvering her way up to the bed, she proceeded to pounce upon it and begin "needing" the entire thing. This is evidence that she has past experience taking over territories, crushing them, then molding the conquered territory to fit her liking. Soon she would have competition for her conquered territory though, as my cat, Taye RAWR, decided he wanted to share a piece of her land.

At first, Lily didn't realize the Taye RAWR's existence, obviously not expecting an enemy to be moving into a previously unoccupied territory soon after she took control of it. The Taye RAWR was slow on the attack however, rising up prepared to attack but pulling back before actually doing it. This led to Lily realizing the Taye RAWR was in her territory prior to any attacks and she didn't like it one bit. She tried to intimidate the Taye RAWR through diplomatic relations such as growling and evil glares, but he refused to leave.

Eventually Lily decided she was too tired to carry out a fight over it, so as long as Taye RAWR kept on his own half of the bed, she would allow him to stay there. The Taye RAWR decided he wasn't happy with just half of the bed and waited for Lily to let her guard down. As she burrowed underneath my blanket, the Taye RAWR took the opprotunity to launch a pounce attack...but, inexplicably, he managed to miss. This allowed Lily to launch a counter attack, involving a lunging strike with claws out. This led to Taye RAWR evacuating Lily's half of the bed and eventually leaving the bed entirely after threats of further attacks.

Just for clarification purposes, it should be noted that while males tend to be larger than females, that isn't the case here. Lily is a solid twelve pounds of muscle while the Taye RAWR is a mere nine pounds, with a pound of that suspected to come from his fur. Taye RAWR has a slight speed advantage and has a few extra toes to slap with, but that often doesn't help him much when Lily throws a viscious power attack at him. While Lily often wins her battles with Taye RAWR, there are a few times when she tries to take over the wrong thing and the Taye RAWR manages to fight it away from her. This proves that even the most strategically adept cat can't overcome certain disadvantages.

Case and point, a few nights ago a paper bag found it's way onto the floor. This immediately caught the attention of Taye RAWR who began investigating the empty bag. In another room, the noise being made by Taye RAWR playing in the paper bag caught the interest of Lily who decided to check things out. Seeing Lily coming, Taye RAWR popped out of the bag to meet her halfway, but Lily circled around to completely avoid him and took over the paperbag without a fight. This obviously shows her knowledge of evasive maneuvering with her smooth execution of this difficult task.

Inside the bag, Lily begins pounding away, going so far as to flop the bag over with herself inside of it. After the flop, Lily found that she was having trouble accessing part of the bag since she was now laying on top of it. As Lily tried to formulate a plan, the Taye RAWR saw his opprotunity to attack and began smacking away at Lily inside the bag. Lily attempted to launch a defensive through the tiny opening in the bag but Taye RAWR avoided it and positioned himself next to the bag. Taye RAWR then pounced on the bag, causing Lily to go into a frenzy but still refuse to leave the bag. Taye RAWR repositioned himself as Lily attempted to peer out the crack in the bag to see him. Suddenly, Taye RAWR unleashed multiple flurries of paws to the face, which Lily tried to absorb but was eventually unable to take. After Lily's retreat, Taye RAWR proceeded to celebrate the rare victory by playing in the bag for a few moments before becoming bored and acting like it didn't even exist. I swear my cat has ADHD.

So, as you've just seen, while Lily's occupation efforts may not be foolproof, her methods are more often than not very effective, which wins her many battles with neighborhood cats. Her defensive positioning is nearly impossible to break through when in full effect and her offense is very calculated. If this isn't evidence for a cat that was once a war general, I don't know what is.

Expanding The Empire

2006-02-26T17:16:00.000-08:00

Top of the earth you stand,
Raising the tattered flag up in your hand,
Battle to the death through the scars and pain,
Leave no enemy unbloodied,
Spear to the temple just to survive,
The cause will be lost if all of us die,
Fight for your life if you have any pride,
Or be remembered as a coward inside...

Pull your swords and raise some hell,
Leave none alive, we have no cells,
The ruthlessness within their eyes tell,
There will be no safety until they've fell...

Thousands of roots torn up from the ground,
As the footsteps shuffle, stumble, and pound,
Thousands of dead men covered in dirt,
Yet more battles to come, this was only the first...

Do not trust these unknown dwellers,
We must take the breath from them,
They claim to be peaceful but are just deceitful,
To stab us once we call them friends,
So grab hold of your swords again,
Fight with all that you have left,
Do not let the enemies rest,
Not until they are all dead...

Money Maker

2006-02-19T15:14:00.000-08:00

Crushing comes the confined center that swells,
Engourged in the plastic lover it fills,
Screams of a false sensation that sells,
The middle aged hooker as a sexual bell...

Reposition, repetition, monotony,
Backwards, forwards, lighter, harder consistently,
Double mounting to a mouthing, insanity,
On the face or down the throat, choice of degrading...

Follow up, another one, preparing to insert,
Stern of face and blank of mind, trying not to burst,
Pulling out, not ready yet, but wasn't really sure,
Rubs a bit until it comes and trickles down her skirt...

Shake and turn and go on down,
A desperate move that isn't sound,
The money makes it worth it now,
But once it's done there's no way out...

Cold Eternal

2006-02-18T18:36:00.000-08:00

No one has ever claimed that Danzig is a lyrical genius, and this isn't any exception, but the impact that Danzig has made on the world is undeniable. His ability to blend words and music into one absorbing mass is second to none, with most artists wishing they had even half that ability. Unfortunately, while Danzig has proven himself to be a deserving icon in the music industry, his accomplishments have been overshadowed by the harsh criticism from religious groups about his choice of content. This is simply further proof that freedom of expression is just fine so long as you don't stray too far from the norm. Even such fierce criticism can't stop the powerful vocals and brilliant composition of Danzig from reaching the ears of all that love great music, however, and Danzig will inevitably stand the test of time to "corrupt" millions more.

This song is off of the 1999 release album 6:66 Satans Child and is one of my favorite Danzig songs. For those interested: Let It Be Captured, Her Black Wings, and Sistinas are also among my favorites.

"I can see you staring at me
But you're not there
I can hear your voice still calling
I miss you still
You are the saddest one
That lingers on
Yours are the grayest eyes
To bring me love

Poor little thing you do
Eternal and so cold
And you know this heart is cold
Eternal, always cold

I can feel you wandering
Among my thoughts
Many things still whisper to me
You're never gone
You were the saddest one
It lingers on
Yours were the grayest eyes
They bring me love

Poor little thing you do
Eternal and so cold
And you know this heart is cold
Eternal, always cold"

XD XD XD XD XD

2006-02-18T09:06:00.000-08:00

Verisimilitude

2006-02-17T21:52:00.000-08:00

Sat silently wondering,
With blindness to a light,
Intent to catch the stunning vision,
That my dreams will hold tonight,
Locking my gaze upon her,
Take in what I can hold,
Bending eyes for an instant,
A moment, a second in all...

The body tries but cannot disguise,
The dying heart within,
Entrance the earth for a sample of life,
To cast off upon a whim,
A token attempt to fleeting depths,
That one fails through harrow attrition,
The underlying destination steps,
To an eve painting destruction...

An Unsaid Distress

2006-02-14T11:21:00.000-08:00

Risks are what make life worthwhile,
Or so the others will say,
Yet when they stare risk in the face,
They, too, have feelings to flea,
It can take a sudden confidence,
To create a lasting bond,
Yet a move in sudden ignorance,
Can see emotions go all wrong...

A decision waits in front of me,
Expecting to be made,
Willing for my voice to ask,
But I have nothing to say,
My mind still remains unsettled,
As my spirit seems set to remain,
And when I find a single answer,
It suddenly leaves me again...

Chance occurs,
Beckons a word,
I speak nothing still,
Eyes look down,
A saddened frown,
I try to find my will,
But nothing comes,
It never has,
I blink and hold my breath,
Still blank of mind,
Wishing the time,
Would stop for a minute,
Feelings of hurt,
Lost sense of worth,
Apparent and abrupt,
Without a thought,
The time has gone,
It simply was not long enough...

What can I do to attain,
A meaningful life through my days?
All I can do is delay,
And watch as my youth fades away...
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Doing nothing leads to nothing,
Doing nothing leads to suffering...

Jellybelly

2006-02-13T18:33:00.000-08:00

Still looking to spark my interest in writing, and to prove I listen to some bands that other people have actually heard of, here's a song from the Smashing Pumpkins off their 1995 release album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. This is one of the few albums in existance that will live on forever. It's a great album from the first song to the very last, which is quite the feat considering it spans over two discs. This just happens to be one of my favorites.

"Welcome to nowhere fast,
Nothing here ever lasts,
Nothing but memories,
Of what never was...

We're nowhere, we're nowhere, we're nowhere to be,
Nowhere, we're nowhere, we're nowhere to see...

Living makes me sick,
So sick I wish I'd die,
Down in the belly of the beast,
I can't lie...

You're nowhere, you're nowhere, you're nowhere to be,
Nowhere, you're nowhere, you're nowhere to see...

There's nothing left to do,
There's nothing left to feel,
Doesn't matter what you want, so...

To make yourself feel better,
You make it so you'll never,
Give in to your forevers,
And live for always,
And forever, forever, you're forever to be,
Forever, forever, you're forever to me..."

Goliaths Disarm Their Davids

2006-02-13T18:05:00.000-08:00

Currently at a lack of inspiration, I'm adding another song. Why? Because I can. This is from the band In Flames and is off of their 1997 release EP Black-Ash Inheritance. In Flames is easily one of the best bands ever to make music, even though their recent albums looking to break into the "mainstream" don't do their older work justice.

"Bible arm on social hell spins its downward spiral,
With each year of unprogression a fine of failure is added,
Closer than ever to the edge, a faith in resident martyrs,
Strong object track my body, my body down,
Eyes, disappearing, rebirth of light,
Between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era
Digging through the graves of giants, words fly to me,
A lonely road, like a promise, failing miserably,
Running through like an alphabet of hate,
To shake the entire organism closer than ever, ever to the edge

Eyes, disappearing, rebirth of light,
Between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era

I kill for the code to disarm this mess,
Of psychotic chaos that once I mixed up myself

Disarm"

Stranger By The Minute

2006-02-12T17:12:00.000-08:00

I planned to avoid putting two songs by the same band, but this just fits so well, I can't help myself. It's not like anyone actually bothers reading this garbage anyways, so no one will care that I have. This is another song by Porcupine Tree off of their 1999 release album Stupid Dream. I recommend "finding" this song somewhere and listening to it.

"Ghosts in the park,
Appear just after dark,
Killers, children...
But no-one has a harp,
They look like tourists,
It makes me want to laugh...

Under floorboards,
It's hard to fly a kite,
Underwater,
My cigarette won't light,
Standing in the shade,
I'm getting frostbite...

Strange as I seem,
I'm getting stranger by the minute,
Look in my dreams,
They're getting stranger by the minute...

When I'm drowning,
You drag me up to you,
Rings in the water,
My only residue,
But you're just fiction,
And I'm a twisted boy..."

Familiar Asinine Ventures

2006-02-10T15:10:00.000-08:00

A Building Catastrophy

Bellowed softly across the pond,
The harsh words that weren't soon forgot,
More painful than they at first seemed,
Building for years and collapsing on top,
I could not imagine,
The thoughtless tearing ground,
Until I experienced first hand,
The cutting of boundless hurt...

Still I stood as strong as I could,
As I knew few others would,
No reason to live but even less to die,
Lacking the soul to be able to cry,
A mounting tension blew apart,
The rising child and his heart,
Dropped him to the place where seen,
Yet inside completely empty...

The Caw For Sanity

I feel faceless among the gulls,
Singing horrid tunes that pierce the skull,
Trying to abide by their ways,
To avoid the labels they will make,
Merely for I do not understand,
How I could mean so little to them,
The laughter still does not stop my heart,
Though I reel and seem to fall apart...

Bleeding sarcasm flows through the streams,
The words all taken for their true meaning,
As many drink to my defeat,
They can not see that my heart still beats,
Awkward moments come about,
As I finally start crawling my way out,
They all watch and squint their eyes,
Having not killed but enflamed the pyre...

Entering A Common State

Where am I now finding myself?
No one will tell where I've come out,
Many a person finds me intrusive,
Attempting to force on unstable ground...

Finding myself unable to hold,
Onto a past I never resolved,
So with it gone, now I have found,
I am nothing, not even myself...

Little to lose, less here to gain,
I can not latch onto the strange ways,
Looking around, the one thing I see,
A single vision taunting at me:

"I am original,
A splendid vision of,
A human being,
What one is meant to be,
See me waiting,
Never wavering,
The living exceptional,
An unburdened perfection."

How am I,
To even try,
Successfully being,
The impossible taunting me?

Torn Banner

...

Clouded Demonstration

Down is the place I've found myself,
The direction I now define,
Up is a way I can't seem to make,
Although I try most of the time,
Still I refuse to be the same,
As I had been when I became,
An utter disgrace to all that I faced,
Never to have unless I did take...

As the black clouds came soaring down,
To entrap me within a haze,
I looked around at the natural hell,
And watched as it took my life away...day by day...

...wandered for hours just to reach the same standstill again,
Trying to attain some normal feelings after so long without,
The impossible task of rising against an emotionless beast,
A boundless disaster that went on unanswered until I found...

Venturing Apart

A bridge,
Unsturdy yet safe,
Leading me on the way,
To a future with better sights,
Yet still unsure,
Been so long lost,
This all seems untrue,
That is because,
It is...

Wandering Into New Damnation

A banshee came to say,
They had a better way,
Unsure exactly what to think,
But finding I was at my brink,
I followed the image to a new ground,
Where I finally felt stable somehow,
But soon a burning torture came,
Full of agony and shame,
I had been led from my dark hell,
To accompany another in their cell,
Though it seemed at first to be,
Exactly what would fill my needs,
The true intentions came to light,
To claw at me daily and well throughout the night...

Though I knew I could escape,
As I held onto my key,
The person that had brought me here,
Was unable to leave,
Not wanting to see them tormented,
For any further time,
I fought against this new force,
And left my own problems behind,
However they were not gone long,
And soon they would return,
To combine with this new struggle,
Where victory could not be earned...

Stunned and unable to stand,
On my own two feet any longer,
I fell to my knees,
And begged to be stronger,
But I was not answered,
And was left to flee,
Back into my own problems,
Leaving the other still tortured behind me...

Irrational Stumble

...

Prosperity Nears

Gazing up to the stars,
As I could find myself no further down,
I pick myself out of the dirt,
With the remaining hope I found,
Throwing a caution to the wind,
Finding a place to climb,
All starts over once again,
As I fight to regain my life,
The battle wages onward,
With victory the only chance,
Unlikely yet ever closer now,
Than it has been in the past,
But that doesn't keep the pain from rising,
As I try to keep it down,
And through it all I remain so tired,
That my voice still has no sound...

In-Class One Line Written Thing (with bonus analysis)

2006-02-06T18:56:00.000-08:00

It's buried at a distance, (this is a lie, it was actually buried rather close by)
On my insistence, (I can only assume this person actually buried whatever the hell it was)
Monday is a crazy day, (Yeah, more like long and boring...or "bonging" for short...wait...)
Sort of like other crazy things, (This line is pure genius)
With the angel headed hipsters searching for a fix, (Obviously has to do with pork rinds)
They fly around like crazy, (Apparently they're flying pork rinds)
My dog is fat & lazy, (And this dog managed to eat them somehow)
And so am I, (With the help of this person)
About to die, (I have no idea where this came from)
From the ship, (I think this was a clever "shit" in disguise)
I saw a dolphin, (Yeah, there's nothing much to add to this one)
Jumping and swimming through the water, (How do you jump through water?)
Getting my leg caught in the seaweed, (Let us all take a moment to mock this person)
Tasting salt water in my mouth, (It would seem death is imminent)
The fiddler crabs nibbling on my toes, (Wait...what?)
The orange fish is ugly, (This is libel...I'm going to get sued for this, aren't I?)
The snaked scared her, (How did an orange fish get scared by a snake...I mean...)
Then jumped back in his hole, (A jumping snake?)
After see the angry man, (This is too easy)
Passed out like a little girl, (Err...)
On the floor because he drank too much, (So, this is an alcoholic girly man?)
In a pool of vomit, (He was in a pool of vomit while he drank? Wow)
Was the druk girl, (I think Druk = Drunk Duck)
She was stupid, (I agree)
But her body told me something else, (Is that so?)
She was fat, (Hah)
The End (Yeah, thankfully)

So, after careful evaluation, I have come up with the meaning of this story.

Someone buries a bag of pork rinds next to their house, then a bong comes into play. Things start to get crazy from that point forward as the pork rinds begin flying about until a fat person and their fat dog eat them. The guy feels like he's about to die when he zones out, waking up on a ship. There are dolphins doing impossible things in the water and some idiot has gotten caught in some seaweed. The person caught in the seaweed is drowning until their crabs attract an ugly orange fish that is startled by a magical swimming snake. The magical snake proves it's magicalness by jumping into a hole.

Coming back to reality, the guy finds a drunken old girly man passed out on the floor in a pool of his own vomit. Suddenly a stupid female drunken duck walks by and the guy finds it oddly attractive. That is until the guy notices that the drunken duck is actually a hidden fatty and dies from the shock.

Yes, that's exactly what went on there.

Swallower Of Flame And Torment

2006-02-06T17:48:00.000-08:00

Blood flows through a freezing body,
Wrapped in blankets to keep warm,
After hardships few imagine,
An ending nears ever closer,
Alcohol poured on the windows,
Gasoline soaking the doors,
A match in hand with children screaming,
Locked tightly within their rooms,
A fit of mania quite deceiving,
Clearer mind than ever before,
Her husband lay on the floor gasping,
A bullet hole for years of sores,
Sirens sounding in the distance,
Soon it may all be too late,
Sipping the wine one final time,
Before the fire engulfs her face...

Spirituality

2006-02-04T09:47:00.000-08:00

This is another piece I didn't write, but the lyrics mixed in with the song make for an intense experience. This is from a band known as "Strapping Young Lad" which has helped to pave the way for more experimental forms of the Metal genre. Their lead vocalist, Devin Townsend, much like Porcupine Tree's lead vocalist Steven Wilson, has an amazing talent for writing lyrics that enhance the music they accompany to give it new meaning. This song is off of their 1997 release album City which I highly recommend looking into if you like heavy metal.

I should also add that Townsend is an inspiration to me in many ways. His ability to compose brutal, heavy music as well as softer, more heart wrenching pieces is a truly rare gift. He's also someone that doesn't fit into any real societal norms and still manages to continue on every day doing what it is he loves. Mainly I see Townsend as an inspiration because he's succeeded in his chosen profession while keeping his sense of humor in tact, which is a rarity these days. I see Townsend as the type of person we should all be a little more like, someone who dares to see humor in things that everyone else takes far too seriously.

"I'm right here where you left me,
Experimenting,
- Bored out of my fucking mind...

Please give me a sign,
Please show me that you're alive...

There has got to be a better way,
...Another place for me,
Please, help me, please...

You'll never be,
What you try to be,
If you want to be it,
God help the king of nothing...

It's getting late,
I'm getting old,
And every night I just sleep,
We never talk...

And every night, I look in the sky,
And I pray to God they'll hear me...

And if this is all there is,
...if this is it,
Won't...won't someone tell me?

Because I'm so fucking sick of all you,
Stupid people,
All you sick,
Stupid people..."

Dreaming Falsities

2006-02-03T18:31:00.000-08:00

Flickering,
Trying so hard to lure,
Eventually skewer,
In their blindness,
A fool,
To justify,
What never had worth,
In the first place...

After the first taste,
The flavor was lost,
A hope to rekindle,
What never was,
Just out of spite,
To sleep at night,
Leading astray,
To feel it's okay...

The fact unchanged still,
The shot in the well,
Was as empty then,
As the chance to be friends,
The heat never lasted,
If ever was there,
Wasting of time,
The flicker won't flare...

I Present To You...

2006-02-03T18:11:00.000-08:00

Not unsure of you,
Just unsure of me,
So impossible,
The self can not believe,
The wanting taunts,
A blatant haunt,
Neither can be sure,
Trying to be,
So one may see,
There could be a future...

The Undoing Of The Undone

2006-02-03T17:58:00.000-08:00

My spirit has lost it's way,
Wandering over endless plains,
Freezing into the snow,
Lacking in self control,
Treating an awful sight,
To a long lasting night,
Jaded by it's fortune,
Final but unlasting...

I lost and betrayed myself that day...

Turning away,
Nothing to say,
Watching it drown,
Under a wave,
Coming so far,
To become inane,
Standing so still,
Stunned and amazed...

Candle is lit,
A short delay,
Pausing to speak,
Naked and ashamed,
Scared to let go,
Yet want it this way,
Unheard whispers,
As it's taken away...

The redness runs down,
A cry in the same,
A singular tear,
It was lost in this way,
Not a number,
Not even a name,
No pleasure existed,
Fixed trapped in the pain...

Stop Swimming

2006-02-02T16:33:00.000-08:00

This isn't something I have written, but is a song by a band known as "Porcupine Tree". They are an awesome band, with a rather unique sound, that; admittedly; takes some getting used to before it can be truly appreciated. This is a song off of their 1999 release album Stupid Dream, which is one of their better albums, and I'm posting it mainly because I'm currently listening to it.

"This song leaks out onto the pavement,
It could be a joke, it could be a statement,
The more that I fake it, and pretend I don't care,
The more you can read in to what isn't there...

Maybe it's time to stop swimming,
Maybe it's time to find out where I'm at,
What I should do and where I should be,
But no-one will give me a map...

I'll leave now, this can't continue,
But I forget which door I came through,
And I know that the lift can be painfully slow,
So I think I'll leave through the window..."

Certain Things Do Not Belong In A Blender

2006-02-01T19:48:00.000-08:00

From the inspired randomness that is my blog title comes a touching tale about a chicken who happens upon a pastry, that is in the general vicinity of an omlete, and a burger that just happens to be there. I call it: Certain Things Do Not Belong In A Blender

Chickens, much like other similar animals (such as horses and packs of gum), enjoy eating cheese. But there was one chicken that dared to be different, he was not your average cheese eating chicken, oh no! He was a NOT SO AVERAGE cheese eating chicken! And from this not so average cheese eating chicken came some of the most remarkable eggs ever to be hatched. I dare not go into detail about the astonishing things that this chicken laid, as I would be describing them for...a really long period of time, so just take my word for it that they were pretty sensational.

Now, this chicken had a plan for world domination unlike any other, mainly because he didn't have a plan for world domination at all, but rather a plan to move his coop ever so slightly to the left just to mess with everyone's heads. As I'm sure you've realized by now, this chicken has some gender issues as well, as chickens tend to be female, yet this chicken manages to be male. This is either a very rare finding or the author is simply too lazy to change the word chicken to rooster. I'll let you decide that for yourself.

Be that as it may, this chicken has a very determined plan, a plan so determined that other determined chickens often look at this chicken and say "that guys pretty damn determined". Yes, he is ever so determined, that one day his determination eventually leads him into a place. It is a very dirty place, kind of like a pit of dirt except not quite as pit-like. As a matter of fact it's more like...like...oh, like the outside of a chicken coop.

Finally finding his way outside of the chicken coop, the determined, not so average chicken decides to hatch a plan. Please forgive the horrible chicken/egg pun, I couldn't help myself.

There's a big world out there for this chicken to explore, experience, and defecate upon, but he first has to figure out how in the hell he's going to get over that particularly high gate that encircles him. After pondering over the situation for some time, the chicken decides that the best course of action would be to peck at a piece of corn he just found on the ground. No one ever said he was a particularly focused chicken, just ever so determined to do...whatever it is he's going to do.

As luck would have it, a random barn yard animal happens to crash through the gate surrounding the chicken just as the chicken finishes his piece of corn. "What great luck" thinks the chicken, as he begins to strut his way out of his enclosure. Realizing he may never be able to figure out his way back to the coop after leaving it, the chicken executes a very questionable plan that involves him urinating until he reaches the farmer's house. Strangely the plan works, and the chicken creates himself a very well drawn line for which to follow should he care to return to the coop.

The chicken's luck suddenly takes a turn for the worse at this point, as a pack of dogs begin to roll around on his urine trail, ruining any chance of him ever finding his way back home. The chicken swears to himself a bit before flying up to an open window. This may bring up the question of why he didn't just fly over the fence, but as everyone knows chickens can't fly very high, and this happened to be a particularly low window.

Focusing again, the chicken sees something that chickens rarely ever see, mainly because chickens don't tend to really care. A pastry is sitting on a counter quite near him, as a matter of fact, it's directly below him. Under this low window seems to be a conveniently lower counter top and the chicken decides to jump down onto it due to the lack of any other meaningful options.

Now on the countertop, the chicken investigates the pastry, trying to get at the fruit goodness in the middle but having some obvious difficulties since he's, well, a freaking chicken. Suddenly, the chicken notices a recently cooked omlete. Due to the ever so delightful look of the omlete, the chicken can only assume that it has absolutely nothing to do with him and he stops paying any sort of attention to it.

Next thing the chicken knows, there's a hamburger...oh, and an extremely angry woman ready to attack him with a broom, but mainly, there's a hamburger. Completely entranced by the hamburger, the chicken doesn't even realize the woman's existence before he finds himself being launched back out of the window in the most humiliating of fashions. Smacking off the soft, yet not very good feeling ground, the chicken is astonished to find his sexuality challenged self right back at the chicken coop where he started. How about that?

Oh, and there was a blender somewhere...and it exploded.

THE END

Up and Running

2006-01-30T12:41:00.000-08:00

Or is it?