Inhale, exhale, slow steady breaths to keep sinking ships a-sail.
As the ramble of reality is revealed from behind the veil.
Discernment diminishes before the dawn of society's derail.
Fraudulently forged from the flames of fertility to fail.
Freedom found pale and frail, fighting tooth and nail
Growing heavy beneath heaps of hardy hail
Inhale, exhale.
Inhale, exhale.
Freedom of expression from the first amendment is curtailed.
Alcoholics are anonymously addicted to ale.
Legions living in the land of the free, but locked up in jail.
No more contiguous contact, this is the age of email.
The majority turn the other cheek to Fox News' tall tales.
Whatever our actions are, we seldom know what each entails.
Masses taking medication for mental disorders, to no avail.
Impulse buying shit we don't need, because it's marked "on sale".
Brand names are held in higher esteem than the Holy Grail.
Destroying DNA to keep your delicate dazzle in detail.
Surely, self worth is measured on a scale.
Why would one want to travel this tumultuous trail?
Inhale, exhale.
If this is the world in which we live, then please put back the veil
We'd be better off breathing steady and slow, forever reading braille.
Exhale.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The Dead Truly Walk...
This is not some sort of zombie literature without a metaphor behind it. If you don't understand the metaphor behind this, then you're already one of them. Keep that in mind before judging my work. This is merely a collection of band names set in place where I saw fit at 4 in the morning. Insomnia is a writer's best friend. There are seldom any rhymes as well, close this page if you were looking for any.
A society told what to Do, Make, Say, Think,
Forever worshiping a Machinemade God.
Esoteric knowledge is frowned upon and shackled by time,
therefore our Wisdom In Chains lies dormant Within the Ruins.
Since the Flood, human nature is a Shipwreck at the floor of The Ocean.
As the Sun Sets, we are slowly Awaiting the End.
After the Burial, there is nothing left Between the Buried and Me but soft soil.
Bring on The Faceless Winds of Plague, for there will soon be an End to Flesh.
With Dead Hands Rising, those alive fight to survive
Bodies will Unearth themselves, Becoming the Archetype.
A Cannibal Corpse at every doorstep, staring at you Through the Eyes of the Dead.
Left with nothing but the sound of their own Suicide Silence.
It Dies Today friends, have no Fear Before the March of Flames
Heaven Shall Burn as the First Blood is spilled. Terror. Full Blown Chaos.
In the Darkest Hour we will send up Misery Signals, to no avail. God Forbid.
Waking the Cadaver is easy when everyone is already living their days deceased.
Beneath the Sky lay A Fragile Line between Hell and Earth
Those who are left, remain Versus the Mirror.
I hope the Arsis of my voice will Bring Me the Horizon of a Brand New day.
Until then, we shall hold A Black Rose Burial for society's end.
The dead truly walk.
Misericordiam.
A society told what to Do, Make, Say, Think,
Forever worshiping a Machinemade God.
Esoteric knowledge is frowned upon and shackled by time,
therefore our Wisdom In Chains lies dormant Within the Ruins.
Since the Flood, human nature is a Shipwreck at the floor of The Ocean.
As the Sun Sets, we are slowly Awaiting the End.
After the Burial, there is nothing left Between the Buried and Me but soft soil.
Bring on The Faceless Winds of Plague, for there will soon be an End to Flesh.
With Dead Hands Rising, those alive fight to survive
Bodies will Unearth themselves, Becoming the Archetype.
A Cannibal Corpse at every doorstep, staring at you Through the Eyes of the Dead.
Left with nothing but the sound of their own Suicide Silence.
It Dies Today friends, have no Fear Before the March of Flames
Heaven Shall Burn as the First Blood is spilled. Terror. Full Blown Chaos.
In the Darkest Hour we will send up Misery Signals, to no avail. God Forbid.
Waking the Cadaver is easy when everyone is already living their days deceased.
Beneath the Sky lay A Fragile Line between Hell and Earth
Those who are left, remain Versus the Mirror.
I hope the Arsis of my voice will Bring Me the Horizon of a Brand New day.
Until then, we shall hold A Black Rose Burial for society's end.
The dead truly walk.
Misericordiam.
Stubborn
Yeah, I'm clearly skunk drunk, because I write unfiltered, No Brita here, simply a man off kilter
In a two galaxy radius, we two are the most stubborn.
I'm just tryin' to let this dub burn before I see
this club turn into a brawl. All vs. all, and you're invited.
No fightin' it, the fuse has been ignited. From a soldier
un-knighted and unrecognized amongst warlords.
A life forlorn, torn from the internal wars of what I've seen before
Infernal desires of flat tires on a crashed car, an abashed czar
An over-flashed star burning out at the bazaar of quasars
Seen from afar, remainders left like a scar upon the face
of those retainers of eternal sadness, resulting in such madness as
those canned in a cell, those damned to hell.
But we can work through this, like those believing in Judas.
The truth will forever be in front of us, letting sin fool us.
The Booth's still more clever than your preconceived notions
of life rafts floating on make-believe oceans of consciousness
and convenient monstrous-ness... redonculous.
A modern monstrosity modeling crop follies of artificial hollies
set to decorate a life of an adorned meal the director ate..
Truman show on a global scale, I'm a mobile Chernobyl ale.
Intoxicating your mind with the poor lines of a noble man's chivalrous veil.
I can't tell which is a lie, our niche is to die, when you find your place in the world, your ideas get hurled and new ideas are unfurled. Searching new dimensions, offering few redemptions for the past lives we've lived and what remains under cleaved ribs.
In a two galaxy radius, we two are the most stubborn.
I'm just tryin' to let this dub burn before I see
this club turn into a brawl. All vs. all, and you're invited.
No fightin' it, the fuse has been ignited. From a soldier
un-knighted and unrecognized amongst warlords.
A life forlorn, torn from the internal wars of what I've seen before
Infernal desires of flat tires on a crashed car, an abashed czar
An over-flashed star burning out at the bazaar of quasars
Seen from afar, remainders left like a scar upon the face
of those retainers of eternal sadness, resulting in such madness as
those canned in a cell, those damned to hell.
But we can work through this, like those believing in Judas.
The truth will forever be in front of us, letting sin fool us.
The Booth's still more clever than your preconceived notions
of life rafts floating on make-believe oceans of consciousness
and convenient monstrous-ness... redonculous.
A modern monstrosity modeling crop follies of artificial hollies
set to decorate a life of an adorned meal the director ate..
Truman show on a global scale, I'm a mobile Chernobyl ale.
Intoxicating your mind with the poor lines of a noble man's chivalrous veil.
I can't tell which is a lie, our niche is to die, when you find your place in the world, your ideas get hurled and new ideas are unfurled. Searching new dimensions, offering few redemptions for the past lives we've lived and what remains under cleaved ribs.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Gaming is Dead
The gaming world is a fucking flaming piece of shit. I'm honestly considering trading in my 360.
When I started playing PC FPS games in 1997 it was all about community, respect, friends and fun. I could hop on a server knowing that I was going to have fun, say "good game", "nice nade", "great shot" and in return have the same done back to me.
Now with the release of console games with access to the internet the fanbase of gaming has been spread throughout a wide community of thickheaded kids. Every time I get into a game of Modern Warfare 2 I am greeted in the lobby by hoards of latin-accented shit talkers screaming and not letting anyone get a word in edgewise. There's no longer any room for logic left in the game. Kids attracted to games like Halo 3 and Cod: World at War have completely overrun us. The immaturity level is astounding. I was 7 when I started playing online and I still had more maturity than these fucking assholes.
Honestly, if you're going to talk shit and act like you're better than me, then prove it. Stop being a pub scrub and get your ass into a private game and scrim or 1v1 me. The gaming world is obsolescent.
When I started playing PC FPS games in 1997 it was all about community, respect, friends and fun. I could hop on a server knowing that I was going to have fun, say "good game", "nice nade", "great shot" and in return have the same done back to me.
Now with the release of console games with access to the internet the fanbase of gaming has been spread throughout a wide community of thickheaded kids. Every time I get into a game of Modern Warfare 2 I am greeted in the lobby by hoards of latin-accented shit talkers screaming and not letting anyone get a word in edgewise. There's no longer any room for logic left in the game. Kids attracted to games like Halo 3 and Cod: World at War have completely overrun us. The immaturity level is astounding. I was 7 when I started playing online and I still had more maturity than these fucking assholes.
Honestly, if you're going to talk shit and act like you're better than me, then prove it. Stop being a pub scrub and get your ass into a private game and scrim or 1v1 me. The gaming world is obsolescent.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
On Immortality
Have you ever wondered what is your purpose, beyond "what god has in store for you" or whatever your religion says. Some people would say to make better in the world, but others really don't believe they have much of a purpose. My thought is that its genetically ingrained into us to drive on to do whatever is in our power to keep the race alive.
In essence we're clinging to life like some sort of single-celled life form, such as a disease. All that disease does is travel from host to host until it dies. Our "hosts" are what drives us to strive onward, for example: money, drugs, sex, the people we love, whatever you want.
With that comes Darwin's theory of evolution. If we just keep reproducing, theoretically after maybe millions of years we'd evolve to adapt to what would be essential for survival.
That leaves the question... is there a 'perfect specimen? Could we attain a level of never needing anything to survive and if so, would that mean immortality? It's an interesting question, something to ponder upon.
Once immortality is achieved, the primal need to survive will have been fulfilled. And we are still left to wonder, what is our purpose?
In essence we're clinging to life like some sort of single-celled life form, such as a disease. All that disease does is travel from host to host until it dies. Our "hosts" are what drives us to strive onward, for example: money, drugs, sex, the people we love, whatever you want.
With that comes Darwin's theory of evolution. If we just keep reproducing, theoretically after maybe millions of years we'd evolve to adapt to what would be essential for survival.
That leaves the question... is there a 'perfect specimen? Could we attain a level of never needing anything to survive and if so, would that mean immortality? It's an interesting question, something to ponder upon.
Once immortality is achieved, the primal need to survive will have been fulfilled. And we are still left to wonder, what is our purpose?
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Falling awake
Falling awake between the vastness of time and space
Burning alive surrounded by boiling skin
Perpetual nosebleeds pouring blood out the rim
Mentally wiped out from the world's rat race.
Lingering in limbo between insomnia and hibernation
From this place I need liberation
For sleep is where I begin thought cultivation
Germination of motivation for my imagination.
Without sleep our minds are more open to be manufactured
The elite lulling you into the facade of the rapture
The brain stuck inside a cell, captured
While our ability to learn the truth has been fractured.
But I digress from this stress before creating a mess. If I could I would regress to words previously at my access. But as for now I'll express myself to excess. The living game of chess to which we obsess will diminish your finesse and halt life's progress. Yes I transgress, to which I confess with true success. Nevertheless, the human race is a damsel in distress held steady by the "freedom" of the press. Once this is posted, I'm sure they'll already have my address.
Burning alive surrounded by boiling skin
Perpetual nosebleeds pouring blood out the rim
Mentally wiped out from the world's rat race.
Lingering in limbo between insomnia and hibernation
From this place I need liberation
For sleep is where I begin thought cultivation
Germination of motivation for my imagination.
Without sleep our minds are more open to be manufactured
The elite lulling you into the facade of the rapture
The brain stuck inside a cell, captured
While our ability to learn the truth has been fractured.
But I digress from this stress before creating a mess. If I could I would regress to words previously at my access. But as for now I'll express myself to excess. The living game of chess to which we obsess will diminish your finesse and halt life's progress. Yes I transgress, to which I confess with true success. Nevertheless, the human race is a damsel in distress held steady by the "freedom" of the press. Once this is posted, I'm sure they'll already have my address.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Bennett College
A few friends and I went urban exploring at Bennett College for women in Millbrook, NY. The building has been abandoned since the late 70's when a fire burned down a wing of the building and the school went bankrupt after rebuilding it. Supposedly it's haunted, but we ran into nothing paranormal out of the 3 trips we took there(2 at night, 1 during the day). I love urban exploring, it's quite amazing what one may find while walking around long abandoned buildings. If you have any other places in the Hudson River Valley in New York, I'd love to hear about them and eventually check them out for myself.
Be forewarned: Urban exploring is dangerous and also, if you're trespassing, punishable by law. Once while exploring Mid Hudson Valley Psychiatric Center, in Poughkeepsie, NY, cops came and searched the grounds, but luckily we escaped and had nothing happen to us.
Click here for a larger view of the pictures.
Be forewarned: Urban exploring is dangerous and also, if you're trespassing, punishable by law. Once while exploring Mid Hudson Valley Psychiatric Center, in Poughkeepsie, NY, cops came and searched the grounds, but luckily we escaped and had nothing happen to us.
Click here for a larger view of the pictures.
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