Stud

Stud is an interesting word. it can stand for someone attractive or something completely mundane. The reason why I mention this? because I believe this duality is part of me. I just wish I could be more attractive than mundane.

wishing for sunlight on a new World (Worlds: Interlude)

Sitting and thinking, Fear has crept in and made it's foothold deep within that very small part in the cavity of the traveler. For you see, fear is a hateful thing, welling up and forming sadness and rage. It's a sinister beast that preys on the innocent...but the traveler knows that he has lost that title ages ago.

For he knows that his goods are outweighed by his bads. His Kindness outshown by his petty. His man encompassed by his beast. Yet he still yearns. Yearning for a day in which he could feel

sunlight on a new world.

For he still stings from the cold. Fear has brought along it's confederate lonely to rest in his chest. He feels them rummaging and tearing and finding every weakness that abounds. There are many.

Sitting and wishing (what a light defense against his enemies) has shown him one thing: that fantasy and reality do not convalesce one's soul. Nor do they cohere to one another in any meaningful way. They bounce about in and through one another, alternating their course and making liars of each individual dancer in their collective duet. they are not opposed to one another
Just opposite of one another, different in every way.

Pedal

pedals turning

spinning, burning

caught on blaze with the windows yearning

to be something more than an automobile

it's shade is teal

but it's eyes are green.

Commentary on a life in complete and utter enjoyment

I forgot this feeling
like a rod I'm reeling
i'm feeling something far bigger than I know what to do with
so I just sit
and enjoy it

Crane

the crane stood on a crane, pondering the irony. It had heard that there was another crane for this lonely crane to mingle with, but in turn it was a machine. the machine didn't have much to say, but made a wonderful perch
to see the sunrise
and the cranes flying
off in the distance.
The Crane smiled, and sighed in relief.
"At least the journey wasn't wasted,
just another step in the road."

Worlds (Part 3)

while stuck between worlds
and beautiful notions
of current heart's delight
and past's destruction

a sharp dagger flies,

"what if I'm not enough for this world?"

what if there exists within me something else
something wrong
what if in this middle space, there lies not a pearl
but a void.
It still stings. It smarts. it pains me to think.
to think that just maybe it's fault is
just me

I look to my insides, all I see is a mess of
cogs, and wires, and premade destructive
tendancies.
I have lived for destruction with the will of a
zombie.
Crying to be fed
And never doing any feeding
All I do is whine and moan
and feel such things alone
but in this middle place, between this one and that, I wish that what I wanted most was to want something of
worth.
that mattered.
that meant something more than self-satisfaction
and feign
and falsities
and delusion
and destrucion
without lasting
without meaning

I realize that i love none but myself
and that in doing so, I am alone.
The world that I've entered into, then, is not much more than the one I left,
The pitiful pity of preferential
me.

...waking from the nightmare, he dusts himself off. this traveler of worlds
he's something of a moth.
he fears darkness,
and loathes the empty
he clings to the light
and he's much too much
like me.

Sunshine (Old FB Stuff)

The sun is hanging on the ceiling
It's your Second chance to sing
It's floating, just above our heads
Your Second chance to fly
As I look to the smile
I know
affixed to your face
I realize the power
Second chance to feel
not a cloud in our sky
not a moment left to lose
a chance for us to love
and not a moment too soon