The Exchange.

The Exchange.

The heart sticks to the frostbitten floor. A single beam shines down on it through a hole where nature made a skylight, illuminating it's image in a shadow on the slate, the door is open and the wind blows through, whistling through the partially cracked window seal blowing orange leaves around and sticking them to the yellow faded wallpaper. the foot prints that trail out the door are now faded but the little pieces of glass are still stuck in the heart and a broken wine bottle with a shriveled rose hanging out of it remains on the table. Nothing left of the water except a beige stain on the white table cloth. The floor around the heart is stained brown with the life blood that once pumped from it before it sputtered and died. This is where it was left to die, this is where the innocence left and was replaced by determination and persistence. This is the room where an old tender throbbing heart died and the hard, wooden heart was carved, maybe one day someone will find the violent, haunting image but the tender heart can never go back now that it's been killed and left behind.

The Focus of hate

The focus of hate.

An epiphany has come, looking around me at the world and looking at all the things I hate it occurs to me that they aren't things I hate but how I relate to them and how it's a part of myself that I hate because that's all that hate can truly be since it's so external of ourselves it has to be something internal we connect to that generates distaste in ourselves. I have no idea how to stop things like anger or resentment but having a better understanding of their source probably is a good starting point. Guess it's time to climb up and work on internal things to reduce anger and resentment towards external things, fortunately love is an eternal quality and one you can give unconditionally to all of your surroundings so in the same way I need to banish the things I hate from myself I need to love myself unconditionally in order to give that love back to the world in everything I do.

Polytropic bubbles and perception

Polytropic bubbles and perception

Welcome, welcome to the the lining of the fragile bubble as it expands and contracts with the movement of wind and power of the raw energy in it. You and I may look at the same bubble but I'm the one who she's it from the inside and you're the one who sees it from the outside. to me it's protection to you it's an easy thing to destroy. your perception changes nothing of it's structural integrity but rather of it's structural confidence. Keep the bubble afloat, don't let it hit the ground for it's as brittle as you think it is even though I can't see it from in here.

Poison

Poison

Deductive reasoning is the death of you, no understanding for the things you can't make reason or sense of. You lie in the grass dripping poison from your fangs to feed and destroy is your ultimate goal, so go ahead, destroy. Give out your remorseless plastic compassion and sprinkle it with drops of logic. You have no feeling, it is gone from you, the only thing left now is the air at your fingers and the bones beneath your feet. No matter how high you make the pile you'll never reach the star you want, in the end all you'll have is a mountain that once was your life and no way to return.

Myspace...

It's practically dead now so I'll continue my blogging here, if you can call it blogging really, it's more like creative babble that overflows occasionally although I'm sure I will be writing many mundane things in the future so perhaps it's more like a variety show of my life but anyway this will be my new home. I think a lot of good can come from writing down my thoughts and feelings and perhaps others could relate. I look forward to sharing my goals, ambitions, experiences, concepts and feelings with you all.

The first few posts will be blogs that came off my myspace in my past when it was a slightly darker time for me.