Personal Writing and thoughts of randomness...
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  1. It's been sometime since I plugged my inner being into this side of the world. A small opening leaking some information, for those that choose to read it. It's once again like always, just another random thought script that landed in the "trash" while the lines are being executed. Something like the 'lives' we live, lives..? Wondering about it actually constructs some meaningful understanding that opens up the fact that we do live lives, and not just a life. The nobodies, although they seem meaningless they still remain connected to the main source that constructed them in the first place. If you take each thought-out thought you have, yes I mean the whole thing. It's like a movie that you live for a few seconds before you change your mind to pick, want it or not. Although it seems simple most people don't even realize the choices they make or made. Only after a long period they realize that it's either a wrong choice or a good choice.

    That brings back the old questions... The same old crap, I'm actually writing these words, on this blog, on this website, on this host, on this region, on this world, that is my world. For all that I know I'm writing this and later after posting it, I'll be reading it.? Makes no sense, right!... Okay so let go this way, I am alone in my world, and everything around me is populated by my Consciousness, or a thought in mind. So back to me reading this piece would start from one thought about "someone" reading it. That someone would be the illusion of other beings around me, and around the "world". So by the time I had the thought, about someone reading it, that thought triggered the illusion to read it, and maybe even leave a comment on it. "Beside the comment and someone reading it the piece is utterly pointless in sense..."

    Ever had that weird moment when you look at someone or notice someone, and you think within something about them or in your mind you say something to them or about them. Then in that moment of time, they look your way or even start speaking to you... "It's pretty mental..."
    To think that life is just a dream, with in a dream? Ever tried putting your hand through a wall? tired to continue...
  2. One lone nights wish, to stand light years away.
    lines and faces I see, I make points in space
    dwelling around, unknown in darkness it seems...
    "I still know I'm here safe and sound"

    I can feel the textures creeping up, my strain of thought
    with hungering divine, it may seem unreal
    but all so true.
    I believe...

    The feeling so pure the sound so clear,
    I see the place, the home I stay
    flying down the river vine, I meet myself
    inside the hay; sleeping in peace.

    State of mind, seems to change.
    Standing here a bush appear,
    inside the bush I see a snake
    constantly changing his fate
    "it's out to get me..."
    A serpents strike, I shook i fled...

    As I watch the walls start to change
    here it comes again, again and again
    the same mistake the same thought
    leads me to run, to hate; myself

    I need to go, I need too leave
    this hunger inside me seems to be; more
    than just this, these ideas I see, this voice inside me
    it clogs the master the person I am, the one I want to be.

    I wish I could leave and be, light years away
    something unknown, a star perhaps, just watching and shinning
    like the rest to be. For those who see may never know
    when I'm free, for the space between is far undone.

    As I wake, laying in blood, waters of tears
    I see my self... in a lone nights wish...
  3. Consistent dwelling inside, out...
    Fearless peace wondering hunger,
    picking souls like picking money, a greedy beast.

    Wanting all and all in inside, out. Feeds on minds,
    all and all in vein. Master of trades, master of none the lies although dwell like fun,
    for this we see a coin taken, run, chased to death, chased to run...
    No where near the end since circles tend to begin,
    a void-less run in darkness where pain is nothing but fun.

    Don't see, but note, don't think, but say or they would hear the fear...
    You lost you won, choices undone, for he controls a play,
    another constant realm of puppet hunger,
    the master of strings, connected to all.
    Snip your string and see or die and be.
  4. Constant conjunction of inner realms seeking a meaning in questions I lay before them, in means life, me, past, future basically the questions each and everyone go through everyday. It's always the same thing constantly, the only difference is the moment you realise it and what 'changed' in between that time. honestly... I think we are getting worst

    Ask yourself this ' What does the world mean to you? ' then after you read about it and thought about a few things that may have an effect on the end result, you read it again and ask yourself What does the world mean to me? Listen to this if you may, don't just listen to it hear it let it in and think and feel it, people tend to miss the actual song or message in most things. No wonder we are so messed up, in means that we are brain washed constantly by this 'Dark Cloud' that we don't even notice what's really going on around us. By 'Dark Cloud' I point to the 'People' sitting behind the media, lucky every now and then something 'Hopefully' close to truth pops-up. It's close.

    If I look back I see a lot of good memories, but worst more bad ones... Which ends up, asking myself 'Did I really have a good time here?' Is there one thought that I could look back on and say, You know if I die now I lived a happy life?. In most cases I have to say some people actually have those, these days most don't. Lucky and un-lucky for those that's growing up in this age. Mankind changed ever since, it's hard out there and it will never change no matter what people say, thus ending up all I said above means nothing, but maybe something triggers something inside someone. I have no point in this 'piece' I just wrote down what's inside my head, so please don't think I'm judging or whatever you can come up with, I'm just writing me...

    Other than that I guess, I'd say this: Rather enjoy life even if there's nothing to enjoy, I know it sounds stupid but I bet if you think about it for long enough you'll see it.

    ps. I didn't even read the whole thing twice, before I posted it... I will probly edit it later... But for now, I just had to get some stuff out keep in mind it's just personal writing.
  5. seven pieces of grain swooping throughout my tips;

    a piece of mind for each, as stories wipe a grin;
    I see a post to each, a hook
    and within, another demon to commit a pin;
    a nail into suffering ain't none, while seven pieces fall undone.


    falling seven pieces apart, another pin arise
    bind in hate, suffering smiles to seek reign
    in constant fear I start to run.


    I end up near a pit
    with darkness on the way, I pray
    what you seek to say, will make your way
    what you think to say, will make you stay

    so seven pieces of grain past
    too another seven to start again
    with hope to spare seven more.

    I thought I'd write something in such a way that it locks so much inside, I don't know if I could call it similar to a riddle, but surly try...