Will I Die?
But I want so much to live
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV-SRTzQzjo
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Silver Lion
Thank you for keeping me alive.
Thank you for keeping me safe.
Providing me a home when all seems lost
Providing me a road in the night
I'm sorry for the scars
That you received in my defense
But now I must leave you
I hope you have a good slumber
My old friend.
I will come back.
And we will journey once again.
Thank you for keeping me safe.
Providing me a home when all seems lost
Providing me a road in the night
I'm sorry for the scars
That you received in my defense
But now I must leave you
I hope you have a good slumber
My old friend.
I will come back.
And we will journey once again.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Pokemmo
The wind howls in the distance.
The dew drops glisten on the delicate blades of grass dancing before my vision.
Through my blurry darkened vision I witness lightning strike the sky asunder.
I stare at the small body lying directly in my field of vision.
Her hair ripples gently in the breeze.
A passerby would see a gentle soul sleeping peacefully.
Minutes pass, and she does not stir.
Tears stream silently down my cheeks as I fall to my knees.
My vision darkens and narrows, till I only see her.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
Bright images blaze through my mind, silencing my breath.
I choke on the burning hot sensation in my throat
Memories dance in the shadows around me
As anguish grips my heart
And I fall into a deep broken reverie
Thunder roars across the sky
Its scream slaps me in the back
Stumbling forward, I look at her lying on the grass
My hand reaches out slowly
Gently I stroke her hair.
I hold her to my heart.
"Good bye, Pikachu"
The dew drops glisten on the delicate blades of grass dancing before my vision.
Through my blurry darkened vision I witness lightning strike the sky asunder.
I stare at the small body lying directly in my field of vision.
Her hair ripples gently in the breeze.
A passerby would see a gentle soul sleeping peacefully.
Minutes pass, and she does not stir.
Tears stream silently down my cheeks as I fall to my knees.
My vision darkens and narrows, till I only see her.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
Bright images blaze through my mind, silencing my breath.
I choke on the burning hot sensation in my throat
Memories dance in the shadows around me
As anguish grips my heart
And I fall into a deep broken reverie
Thunder roars across the sky
Its scream slaps me in the back
Stumbling forward, I look at her lying on the grass
My hand reaches out slowly
Gently I stroke her hair.
I hold her to my heart.
"Good bye, Pikachu"
Monday, September 10, 2012
sword art online
Bunch of ragtag, trash talking, swearing, callous funny gaming nerds on skype.
Dajiggalo
Ecrosh
Floob
Furasshu
Iucid
Iucent
Thank you.
Dajiggalo
Ecrosh
Floob
Furasshu
Iucid
Iucent
Thank you.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Tong Tong
You're the baby, I'll be the mommy!
Come baby, lets go shopping.
Come baby, we're going home.
I don't want to be the baby.
NO! You're the baby!
I'm not a baby, I'm a grown man.
You're a baby!
No! You're a baby!
Noo..You're a baby
No! YOU BABY~
How old are you?
I'm 4!
Do you know how old I am?
No.
I'm 22. See you're the baby.
NO! You're the baby.
Bad baby. Come with mommy!
WE go shopping.
She fell asleep on my stomach.
Come baby, lets go shopping.
Come baby, we're going home.
I don't want to be the baby.
NO! You're the baby!
I'm not a baby, I'm a grown man.
You're a baby!
No! You're a baby!
Noo..You're a baby
No! YOU BABY~
How old are you?
I'm 4!
Do you know how old I am?
No.
I'm 22. See you're the baby.
NO! You're the baby.
Bad baby. Come with mommy!
WE go shopping.
She fell asleep on my stomach.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
New cycle.
One of the most common truths of life is that we all take for granted things that simply are.
Whether a spouse, a friend, a family, or a home, after enough time has passed, that person, place, or situation becomes the accepted norm in our lives.
It is not until we confront the unexpected, not until the normal is no more, that we truly come to appreciate what once we had.
I have said this, I have known this, I have felt it so many times.
Death and Life.
With each cycle, my understanding and appreciation of my loved ones grow.
And so too, does my despair.
The ending and beginning of each cycle is a period of tumultuous confusion.
But each and every time there is a promise, frozen in time.
Promise that things will stay the same between us, that the shared experiences, emotions and memories will always remain unchanged, always ours.
The passage of time deludes us all. The perception of time deludes us all.
Perception is biased, and differs from one person to the next.What you value most about a memory, may be completely forgotten by the others.
I find myself off balance again, as another cycle of my life begins.
The threads of fate slip between my fingers.
I cannot catch them, cannot sort through their intertwined bodies.
As the old cycle ends, and the new one begins, time diminishes.
Every moment crystallizes into one of importance.
The colors become more vivid, the sounds more acute and meaningful and pleasurable, the friendships more endearing.
The shattering of the normal routine, brings life back, so paradoxically, considering the catalyst is after all,
the imminence of death.
But though I have experienced this, have become seasoned, I cannot prepare.
For who can prepare for death?
Like a drowning man I cling to the past.
I long for times past, for the status quo.
To brace myself in the past, in long lost memories, for the comfort of the familiar.
But the passage of time moves ever onward, and I am but a child in its currents.
As the memories fade away, new ones come to take their place.
Before it all disappears, I say good bye, and make another promise.
Like I have before.
This time it will be better, this time I will love and cherish those dear to me, to write a new chapter better than the ones I have lived before.
And because it has gotten slightly better with each cycle
I will believe.
To live life, is to have hope.
Whether a spouse, a friend, a family, or a home, after enough time has passed, that person, place, or situation becomes the accepted norm in our lives.
It is not until we confront the unexpected, not until the normal is no more, that we truly come to appreciate what once we had.
I have said this, I have known this, I have felt it so many times.
Death and Life.
With each cycle, my understanding and appreciation of my loved ones grow.
And so too, does my despair.
The ending and beginning of each cycle is a period of tumultuous confusion.
But each and every time there is a promise, frozen in time.
Promise that things will stay the same between us, that the shared experiences, emotions and memories will always remain unchanged, always ours.
The passage of time deludes us all. The perception of time deludes us all.
Perception is biased, and differs from one person to the next.What you value most about a memory, may be completely forgotten by the others.
I find myself off balance again, as another cycle of my life begins.
The threads of fate slip between my fingers.
I cannot catch them, cannot sort through their intertwined bodies.
As the old cycle ends, and the new one begins, time diminishes.
Every moment crystallizes into one of importance.
The colors become more vivid, the sounds more acute and meaningful and pleasurable, the friendships more endearing.
The shattering of the normal routine, brings life back, so paradoxically, considering the catalyst is after all,
the imminence of death.
But though I have experienced this, have become seasoned, I cannot prepare.
For who can prepare for death?
Like a drowning man I cling to the past.
I long for times past, for the status quo.
To brace myself in the past, in long lost memories, for the comfort of the familiar.
But the passage of time moves ever onward, and I am but a child in its currents.
As the memories fade away, new ones come to take their place.
Before it all disappears, I say good bye, and make another promise.
Like I have before.
This time it will be better, this time I will love and cherish those dear to me, to write a new chapter better than the ones I have lived before.
And because it has gotten slightly better with each cycle
I will believe.
To live life, is to have hope.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
The New Start.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyPFVJdlxh0
Keep your own counsel.
But it is so lonely.
The board is clean.
All the mistakes in the past.
All the pain and the misery.
It will not happen again.
To the next chapter.
The road may be long and twisted.
The woods may be dark and haunted.
But I will find my way
I will find the light at the end of the path
And in hoisting it, proclaim my victory.
For the children is the king
Their laughter the queen
I am but a lonely pawn
Who asks to be forgiven
I will charge into the trenches
Emboldened with my countrymen
Like maggots we will die
In defense of the eternal flame
Of hope, and courage
Of love and laughter.
Keep your own counsel.
But it is so lonely.
The board is clean.
All the mistakes in the past.
All the pain and the misery.
It will not happen again.
To the next chapter.
The road may be long and twisted.
The woods may be dark and haunted.
But I will find my way
I will find the light at the end of the path
And in hoisting it, proclaim my victory.
For the children is the king
Their laughter the queen
I am but a lonely pawn
Who asks to be forgiven
I will charge into the trenches
Emboldened with my countrymen
Like maggots we will die
In defense of the eternal flame
Of hope, and courage
Of love and laughter.
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