Metal BeastsEverything felt right, as if it was all coming together. I was content maybe even happy but I cant shake the feeling that something is going to happen something immense, something grave.Metal Beasts
I feel as though I'm standing on the edge, the view is vast and beautiful and I am waiting. Waiting for that push that sends me sprawling over. Once I asked for something to move, for anything to move and it was a mistake I should have taken the stillness for what it was worth but I have not learned I am still waiting in the stillness, no I am anticipating in the stillness, anticipating something to move. I do not kn
Algorithms For LifeSo here I sit, yet again, at 3 A.M. Only this time instead of preparing for another round of tedious testing I'm packing my life(or at least part of it) away into boxes. As I catch a break in the never ending cycle of finding and placing I begin to think about all I'm leaving, not in a dispiriting way, no, quite the contrary. I'm looking back on the past years and mulling them over, thinking about each one as if it was an unsolved riddle. I'm doing this because I can't seem to figure how everything in ones life is so random in yet so monumental in the making of oneself. I think of all the people one meets in their life and the significant impAlgorithms For Life
Musings and MirthI feel as though I'm caught in limbo, a perpetual state of non-being. I can't seem to find anything solid in which to place myself. The days are gone so fast in yet the moments that make them up linger on infinitely. Despite this the days are not insufferable, in fact the worst that could be said is that they are unassumingly adequate, each one indistinguishable from another. This is not irksome, however, merely another part of the route by which we all live.Musings and Mirth
Of course it would be a gross overstatement to say each day is precisely like the other. The differences, though minuscule, exist. In hindsight though, they are passively ov
The Card GameThe card game is continuous,The Card Game
the man deals the cards in a circle that never ends. The players go on never quiting, never betting. I've watched them for years, not quite sleeping not quite awake, they play on in a perpetual state. I write in circles as they play in spheres.
Neither of us ever win but we keep on
with the game until its gone. The cards take shape and their numbers reveal secret names and places.
They spell a future, they spell a past. The game cannot last
CityThe lost city upon the hill, made by the aging man's one will,City
Never a city found so perfect by a person ev'r before,
From the darkness it shines brightly, from the chaos it came rightly,
From afar it looks just slightly as if it springs from hill top's core,
Below the city sightly roars a crashing, thrashing, sandy shore,
Sits the city ever more.
People there are standing lifeless, frozen now forever lifeless,
All standing near each other staring at the city's door,
In the darkness this light impeeded, and in sin were these people n
lil Lord Brez
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"And like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe..."
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'Imagination is the body of God'
- William Blake
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who really looks underneath?
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~Hallie
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