On The Wall

Look into the mirror

Tell me what you see

Are you really what

You first appear to be?

Look past the clothes

Look past the hair

Look into the very depths

Look on, if you dare

Your self is down there

Waiting for you

Just imagine the many

Things that you could do

If you look into the mirror

Ringing Bells

Up there, on the very peak of the lowest hill, there lies a bell. Not a very special bell...looks rather dingy from some angles...but it gets the job done. What job you ask? You'll have to ring it.

Of course, surrounding the bell on the very peak of that lowest hill, are a few...guardians, so to speak. No I'm not going to explain them! What nerve...ruins the whole surprise, it does.

Oh yes, life-threatening obstacles are rather morale-lowering, I suppose...but that just makes it more worth it in the end, m'boy! ...Oh I never! I will not stuff it! Youth has no sense of drama these days...or maybe too much?

Just prepare yourself well. At least I warned you, spoiled little...Anyway, another word of advice. There's no rope on the bell, but bringing extra is the very last thing you should do. Why? Eh...well you'll have to do the job to find out.

Judgment

Intelligence.

It has replaced physical prowess as the key determining factor of success in recent decades. Which of course begs the question, what is intelligence? There are many different views on this subject...ironic considering the sheer budget that flows into methods of ranking individuals based on this singular statistic. It could be the ability to look smart even if you're not really sure about yourself or what you're talking about, or the practical application of what you know to real life, or a person taking what they know, no matter how much or how little, and using that to help others, or being able to get as far to the line as possible but knowing when to not cross it, or even simply logic, or IQ, or memorial capacity, or pattern recognition, or (as the dictionary puts it) the capacity to learn.

Do any of those definitions (from different people, I might add) hold merit? Perhaps all, perhaps none. We go around the block on a daily basis constantly judging other people's intelligence, or lack thereof. Do we use the preceding paragraph as the criteria in our judgments? I'm guessing no. Many would use an unconscious comparison to themselves, thinking "Ha, I'd never do that," or something to the effect, or merely cite a disagreement as proof of stupidity. People naturally favor those they agree with, but there is a line, whereupon the crossing crosses into ridiculousness. Think about it. That block is not nearly everything, but skim over it again. Do you match every part?

Now, look at that. A bit of a handful, eh? You'd better have been paying attention, as you only have a handful of opportunities to prove to the world that you are a lower numerical value than everyone else. You judge people, right? They judge you too.

12

Observe


That is the ruler of the world. You cannot escape.


Change its form. It matters not. You can't escape...


...from the rulers of the world.

Shining

Sun shining down on me
Shining for all the world to see
Shining so that we can be free
Shining on.

But then here comes the moonlight
Giving rise to a great deep fright
But always throughout the night
Shining on.

Stars that shine so very bright
Shining so that they can be
symbols of eternal might
Shining on, oh yes you see.

Endless Waltz

We study, to make acceptable grades. We endeavor, to make an acceptable college. We study again, to make acceptable wages.

So we can afford for our children to do the same thing.

Over, and over, and over.

How did this happen? Aren't we worth more than a numerical value? Isn't it worth doing something?

Or is the world really over when you get an 89 in Advanced Aerospace Engineering?

Directions

"Crap..."

"What's wrong?"

"The compass..."

"Yeah...?"

"It's...uh..it broke."

"So?"

"Whaddya mean so!? We're out in the middle of a desert!"

"Oh? Then what's that tree doing there?"

"What tre-what the..?"

"Y'see? We're fine."

"I've still got the map...there's no forest on here..."

"You say something?"

"No...nothing.."

Hide and Seek

Can you find me?

C'mon, hurry up!

Keep looking!

I'd say you're getting warmer..but you aren't...

Don't give up!

Hehe, now you're warming up.

I'm hiding behind the moon.

Philosophies

Some say:

"Early to bed and early to rise makes a man smart, healthy, and wise."

Others say:

"Early to bed and early to rise makes a man weak and blind in the eyes."


Personally, I think the second hits it spot on.

In The Gloomy Darkness

As I lay here in the gloomy darkness, I wonder...

Why is the night sky yellow?

Ensemble

As they sat wearily around the campfire, one noticed the silent monotony, and, feeling mischievous, quietly doused the fire.

Panic surged a couple of the friends, but the laughter accompanying the gasps quickly spread, and accurate guesses were made about the perpetrator. One moved to ignite the tinder again, but another, as if reading the former's thoughts, cut him off.

"Let's leave the fire. We're all done eating, right? Can't we just enjoy the evening?"

"But..."

"Aww, scared of the dark now, are we?"

"Haha, it's not like anything will attack us way out here."

"I guess so..."

"There now...isn't this a lovely night?"

"Hmph.."

...

"Mm....what..do you all see?"

"Nothing! Haha! Can't even see my own feet."

"The graves of my enemies, rotting in the darkness.."

"An ambush.."

"..the moon is lovely tonight."

"Hmm.."

"Well, what about you?"

"Heh..our dreams..seem to be in reach."

"Didn't need you to tell us that!"

"As you wish.."

...

"What was that..!?"

Roughing It Like Diamonds

This world is a beach.

The people, its sand.

Some are just there to hold the others up, some get to the top only to be stepped on, some get washed away into the ocean only to return to the masses. And some, rather unfairly, get scooped, burnt, and transformed into glass. Sometimes beautiful, and sometimes not. Of course, there are the rare few 'diamonds in the rough', but what's the point of that? No one wants a diamond the size of a grain of sand. You can't even always tell the difference.

Then there's the sand that ends up in unfortunate places.



The point of this? Sand puts up with all this garbage. So can you.

Catches

Somewhere in the world, they say, there's a quill pen that never runs dry, and when written with, provides its holder with an endless stream of ideas.


























The catch? Whaddya mean catch? I'm just spreading the word. No one in their right mind would want a piece of crap like that. Where's the fun in that?

Soap Suds

It's funny, yet horrifying, when you realize just how corruptible humans are.

cor-rupt:
To change the original form of

We start at the very lowest level, or rather, that of a baby. The one being that is universally agreed to be pure, at least in some circles. The inconsistency of this has been noted. But small children are the symbol of innocence, correct? And small children, being small children, are very susceptible to corruption, whether it be for better or worse. Can someone be tainted for the better? Of course. That's what the bad guys say.

What are the virtues of virtue, exactly? A ticket through the Pearly Gates, certainly, but not everyone believes in that. What else? The respect of anyone good enough to recognize your inherent good, probably. Maybe a sense of selflessness in yourself, and a warm feeling as accompaniment. More than likely the false sense of superiority that some Chri-...people seem to have. And karmic gratification. Of course, you also get to stay out of prison, you goodie-two-shoes, you.

Good of being bad? Two words: street smart. Plus little to no restrictions on said street, really. A sort of confidence, too. You're bad-a, if video games have a say. Karmic retribution applies, but why sweat the small stuff, right? It just feels good, you baaaaad boy.

Don't drop the soap though...

♪♫

I will always be here,
So you don't need to fear,
Whatever may come both our ways

Whatever happens to you,
I will always be true,
For the rest of each one of our days

Please don't worry,
No, don't worry.
Please don't worry,
'Cause I'll be here for you.

When we're passing the time,
It feels like a crime,
Whenever I have to leave you.

To my heart, you've got the key,
So please never leave me,
Because I don't know what I would do.

Never worry,
No, don't worry.
Never worry,
'Cause I am here with you.

Clock Time

Tick tock
One feels great
Tick tock
Two's kinda late
Tick tock
Three's in a rush
Tick tock
Four's gonna brush
Tick tock
Five's outta time
Tick tock
Six's on the line
Tick tock
Seven's in the lead
Tick tock
Eight's got a bead
Tick tock
Nine's almost there
Tick tock
Ten likes to stare
Tick tock
Eleven wants to stop
Tick tock
Twelve just dropped

Technicalities

What would you if you could do anything?




















Oh, wait. *laughs out loud* You already can.

Twisted Stars

Every so often, I get the insatiable urge to walk outside in the night, sit there, and stare at the stars.

A slight monkeywrench being the fact that I live in a suburban area, well equipped with all manner of lights to better ensure the safety of its inhabitants. Thank God the moon is bright enough to overpower our fear-warders, but that's another story.

I live in an area armed to the teeth with darkness slayers, light bringers, and safety protocols because what we can't see must be bad. So we must see it. See what? There's nothing to see in the light.

There's nothing to see in the dark? The sky begs to differ. Your imagination too. Big kids grow out of fearing that which bumps in the night, right? So why all the light for the sake of our sight? Bloody blight.

If light is order and darkness is chaos, I think the scale may be a bit unbalanced.

Car accidents? Foo.

Simply

Don't let the music stop! Keep it live! Keep it free! You can feel it; I know you can!

Never say bye! Never let the music die! Feed it with your love! Feel it, with your soul!

The music is in the air! Wreathing and breathing! Ever relieving!

Simply because it is there.

A Dream

Everyone dreams whilst they slumber. While most lHook at dreams as a wonderful escape from reality, there is one place you never want to escape to.

It will never be the first. It will only appear in the middle of dreams, interrupting your bliss with a shock, but never enouEgh to wake you up...no matter how much you may wish it.

It does not matter what you were previously dreamSing of, or who you were, or even what color it was. You will find yourself as a child, with naught but the clothes on your back and a tricycle. A creaky little red tricycle. The creaking will be the first thing you notice about the dream, because it is the only sound you wCill ever, ever hear. You will be in a large field, strewn with tall hedge columns, each exactly the same distance apart, in perfect rows. Everyone wanders through this field. Even the ones who would stand are iOnexplicably...drawn in.

And then you will see him.

He will do notMhing. Nothing, but stare. An old man, dressed in a crisp black suit, derby hat, and a red bow tie, holding a silver-topped cane with both hands. He will stare. Not a single human emotion will cross his fIace. He will simply stare. Straight into your heart. With eyes of living flame. And you will be but as ice before his eternal gaze.

You will wish to run, run away from his eyes. TNhis is where the struggle begins. The man will never budge from his stance, but nor shall you.

But you must.

You musGt.



Will the man ever move? I can't say. I got out of there. But whenever I hear of missing person cases, I remember.

I remember the silver-topped cane underneath my pillow when I woke from that one dream

.

Rhythm

He said

"Don't...ignore me." She said

"Don't...forget me." He said

"Try not to hurt me." She said

"I guarantee nothing." He said

"Please don't confuse me." She said

"It isn't my fault." They said

"Don't throw it away." We said

"All together."

Mum

To see what cannot be seen, one must be unable to see what can.

Little Rhia understands this, do you? Do I?

Can't say.

Another Comparison From Twit

Life is like a roller coaster.

There's ups and downs and loop-the-loops and spirals and slows and fasts and sometimes, you just feel like you're upside down.

And you know that the worst parts always feel the longest, but they don't actually last that long, and before you know it, you're up again.

The throwing up part? You're probably just drunk.

Navigational Procedures

Take out your map.

See that big ol' X right there?

Yep.

That's where you're not going.

Wind

The wind's at your back, mate. That's all ye need, in'nit?

All ye need t' take yer life back from the depths, and sail yer own ship, off into the horizon. Ye've got yer crew, ye've got yer supplies, ye've got yer bloody ship, bless 'er heart, and ye've even got the rum. Now, have ye the guts? Have ye the fire in yer belly? The gall to go where yer fear will never guide ye?

The helm is yer's, boy. Ye've sat in the cabin long enough. 's time to take command o' yer own vessel.

Ye shan't follow the wind. The wind's followin' you, Captain.

Roses

They're waiting.

Why aren't you smelling them?

Dance

Dance

under the stars in the sky

with the full moon at your back

feeling the fire in your soul

on through the night.

Just dance.

Falling Down A Black Hole

"Oh, dearie me but I seem to be falling...can't tell where or from whence but at this rate I suppose I shall be quite dead by the time I hit the bottom.

Can't see a blasted thing, not even myself. Just dark and dark...falling and falling...haha it's a wonder I haven't fallen asleep in this dreariness. Suppose it would be less painful that way, hm?

Phoo, maybe if there was something to do, I'd do more than simply talk to myself. Nope, nope...nothing to do but fall. Wish I would. At least a dream would be something to do.

Do do do....I could sing! Sing a song...la la...sing a song about falling! Falling in a black hole! Blacker than the black of coal! In the earth just like a mole! Falling down an endless hole~!

That got old rather fast...Hm, I wonder if it's possible to swim in the air...? Hmph I shan't try. Hitting a wall is more pain than I like. I could always dive though...down into my grave! Ha!

...Ooh this is no fun. My heart isn't even racing anymore. It feels like I've been here for hours...days...Death would relieve the tedium of thi-Oomph!

Ooooh...the bottom? How in God's name am I still alive? Hm...maybe I already am dead, and a hole is my personal hell...? A hole...blast it I'll just feel around for the wall at least...something to do..do...oh!

A ladder? How remarkable...guess I'd better start climbing then."

Galactic Doors Slamming - Can You Hear Them?

"Oh, hey there. Nice of you to drop in...*chuckle*..."

*you look up at the trap door you just fell through*

"Ah...you're one of those. Bother, I do hate to explain things...but I suppose that's what I'm here for, eh? Come now, look sharp man. You see these two doors? Yes...'course you do."

*more looking, more looking...the room feels smaller somehow...*

"...No, not the ceiling, idiot. You can only go forward from here. So, which will it be? Door Number One or Door Number Two? Door Number B or Door Number A? Door Number Heads or Door Number Tails? Door Number This or Door Number That? Door Number Minie or Door Number Eenie? Door Number Right or Door Number Left? Door Number Death or Door Number Life? Heh...Door Number...what are you sitting there staring at me for, dummy? That wall isn't going to slow down just because you're in the way. Don't worry about me, I've always been able to manage when the traffic decides to be slow."

*you rise, still making your decision, but becoming understandably hastened in the undertaking*

"Oh yeah. Leave your sword here."

Love, Actually...

Love.

I have stated two times that I have been in it. The first time I realized I was wrong soon after, and the second time I was told I was wrong immediately after saying it. After reflecting upon both incidents, I have to conclude that I was a fool both times, though the second time is much more bittersweet and the first is just a bad memory.

So, obviously, I don't want to make that mistake again. But what is love? A feeling, obviously...

Feeling like you'd do anything for someone no matter what, feeling like you'd rush to their side at a moment's notice no matter what, feeling like you'd only take the bullet if there was no other option since death would hurt them too no matter what, feeling completely at ease and able to trust them with anything no matter what, feeling like nothing matters except that someone no matter what, and thinking about them all night and day..even when you don't want to....

Love's actually not that complicated...right?

Joke's On Us

It's funny.

What is order? What is chaos? Why is it that order has such a...nicer ring to it? What else is order..besides itself? Rigidity, stability, steadfastness, predictability, stubbornness, construction, conservatism, restriction? Order...always in the light of our minds, right? Being proper and all that nonsense...being polite at the very least too, I suppose.

Chaos...we humans of the world feel squeamish at the mere mention, don't we? Pardon, the orderly peoples at any rate. Others thrive on chaos, and are consequently admonished for it. Wild, destruction, liberalism, interpretation, imagination, randomosity, distractions, freedom? Could not this all be what chaos is? Such a dark connotation...but what is darkness? Not something to be feared...or hated...right?

Of course, the real joke is that they define each other. Without one, the other isn't even itself anymore. Go ahead, dance a chaotic dance under the order of the stars...and remember nothing is futile.