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There's so many things in the last two days alone that have occurred. As if the very world is reaching some cumulative grand event in which everything happens at one moment, achieving some ultimate purpose. But that's probably not the case. Things are likely only happening because for once, something gave.
Echos of Waves
Nov. 1st, 2018 07:01 amIn time we'll hear the song again. The song the ocean sings when you stand alone at the end of a pier, deafened to the noise of people behind you.
I stood upon the bow of a ship, tiny and frail, once. Behind me screaming in terror students and teachers. Young and old. Both alike.
But the ocean did not embrace me in evils.
It only gave me the gentle tug and a light hug of love.
It amazed them that the ocean was so kind, to someone so small.
When it would gladly rip the strong from their feet and split them into pieces.
I do miss when it felt that nature loved me.
Perhaps that's what has gone missing in this world.
I stood upon the bow of a ship, tiny and frail, once. Behind me screaming in terror students and teachers. Young and old. Both alike.
But the ocean did not embrace me in evils.
It only gave me the gentle tug and a light hug of love.
It amazed them that the ocean was so kind, to someone so small.
When it would gladly rip the strong from their feet and split them into pieces.
I do miss when it felt that nature loved me.
Perhaps that's what has gone missing in this world.
Gracious Sea
Oct. 24th, 2018 09:58 pmIt's gracious, you know. The ocean waves. An ever-eternal sea of the mind. But it's bad that it is never calm. The coast dwindles. The constant beating waves tear down the land.
We too, shall sink, beneath the brine.
But we will lay forgotten more than Atlantis.
And its grave shall be more seeked before ours. Forever.
We too, shall sink, beneath the brine.
But we will lay forgotten more than Atlantis.
And its grave shall be more seeked before ours. Forever.
In a Cave, Cake
Oct. 11th, 2018 10:17 pmIn the darkness I saw it.
A slithering mass of shadow.
Its tendrils reaching out to me, slimy to the touch.
But I was not afraid.
The abyss has always been there.
Longer than the friends of human flesh.
A slithering mass of shadow.
Its tendrils reaching out to me, slimy to the touch.
But I was not afraid.
The abyss has always been there.
Longer than the friends of human flesh.
In Words we Speak Unto Gods
Sep. 11th, 2018 12:09 amCrying out into the depths of a starless sky. People blinded by false hopes and idol. Our yearning for words beyond will never end. But we come to think we need not the sounds of stars to guide us.
It is in this, that the stars begin to die.
Were you to seek the stars, not for words or lies, they would gladly live to guide you.
But are you ready to stand before the eyes of millenia, unafraid? Possibly, alone?
It is in this, that the stars begin to die.
Were you to seek the stars, not for words or lies, they would gladly live to guide you.
But are you ready to stand before the eyes of millenia, unafraid? Possibly, alone?
Also, more on the past
Sep. 10th, 2018 01:19 amIt is admittedly nights like these that I wonder what happened to my dreams. I used to have big ones. I used to dream of creating a community, a society, so grand and orderly. But orderly in a natural way. I drew up schematics for what would be normal. Created entire 'classes' to assign to peoples. Theorised on ways to make it so a class was more like a job than actual division. Then figured out how we could make it to where a job was more artistic/open/free, as opposed to some kind of slavery to a mighty dollar.
What happened to those dreams?
I don't really believe I've given up on them. Perhaps, it is that I wait for a moment when I can make them real.
Perhaps, instead of that, I will begin to post about these ideals.
Preferrably when I am of enough senses to write properly.
Maybe I will begin to share also the concepts of the more mechanical portions of it. Although, when I did that in the past, often people would stomp me for it. And I imagine everyone wanting to be 'right' will continue to oppose.
What happened to those dreams?
I don't really believe I've given up on them. Perhaps, it is that I wait for a moment when I can make them real.
Perhaps, instead of that, I will begin to post about these ideals.
Preferrably when I am of enough senses to write properly.
Maybe I will begin to share also the concepts of the more mechanical portions of it. Although, when I did that in the past, often people would stomp me for it. And I imagine everyone wanting to be 'right' will continue to oppose.
Oars be Damned
Sep. 9th, 2018 09:11 pmPaddingling in an ocean, alone. I've had that dream before. An endless blue, stretching for miles in the land and the sky. No clouds, no ships, no planes. No sun nor moon visible in the sky.
Simply and endless sea of blue.
A single lonely me.
And a raft, with oar.
Simply and endless sea of blue.
A single lonely me.
And a raft, with oar.
Distraught in a Sea of Swords
Aug. 29th, 2018 10:02 pmRigid is the boat we ride, though it's of wood and rope.
It acts as if it were dashed against rocks, but nay.
Not rocks, but swords.
The sea is made of steel.
Cold, unwavering, mindless, steel.
The decks below riddled with holes.
Filling with the blood of sailors not wise enough to climb.
But the masts even wont escape it for long.
The ship is being torn asunder.
All will sink.
In a sea of swords.
It acts as if it were dashed against rocks, but nay.
Not rocks, but swords.
The sea is made of steel.
Cold, unwavering, mindless, steel.
The decks below riddled with holes.
Filling with the blood of sailors not wise enough to climb.
But the masts even wont escape it for long.
The ship is being torn asunder.
All will sink.
In a sea of swords.
In a Memory Far Away
Aug. 12th, 2018 12:32 amI'm not sure how many others experience this.
But some nights, when I try hard to fall asleep.
I close my eyes and it feels like I'm finally dreaming.
But it's so vivid, the images in my mind.
I travel, flying(?) along a coastline far from home.
Cliffs and small protected beaches between the rocky outcroppings.
The sun casting its light across the waves, like glitter along the sea.
The tops of the coast covered in a brilliant shade of green, shifting in the winds, light playing off the blades of tall grass.
Somehow I remember the feeling of the wind, across whatever body I am within. It's alien, but familiar.
The smell of it fills my mind, even.
I long for this unknown place, far from where I am.
And I open my eyes, feeling as if I had been out for hours.
To find it's only been but a minute.
I wonder if any others experience this.
But some nights, when I try hard to fall asleep.
I close my eyes and it feels like I'm finally dreaming.
But it's so vivid, the images in my mind.
I travel, flying(?) along a coastline far from home.
Cliffs and small protected beaches between the rocky outcroppings.
The sun casting its light across the waves, like glitter along the sea.
The tops of the coast covered in a brilliant shade of green, shifting in the winds, light playing off the blades of tall grass.
Somehow I remember the feeling of the wind, across whatever body I am within. It's alien, but familiar.
The smell of it fills my mind, even.
I long for this unknown place, far from where I am.
And I open my eyes, feeling as if I had been out for hours.
To find it's only been but a minute.
I wonder if any others experience this.
