War of the Worlds

I am trapped in between two worlds. In one I am a

knight of gallantry and loyalty is my badge if honor.

My code is excellence and credo is valiancy. When I

walk the streets my name is shouted from roof tops and

stories about me true and tall are told. My words

alone can part the clouds and ascend into heaven upon

my very breath.   When the sun shines bright in the

starless sky I am champion…I am Heero. As the earth

starts to consume the sun once again I slip into a trance…

I stumble into an abyss and begin to trance-form… I

reemerge. I don the mask of the ogre once more… Or is

it a mask at all? Or true from?  Darkness is my ally,

pain my companion. I inhale the aura of the shadows

and spew acrimony. Complete solitude feeds my

starvation of affection and I revel in the very

thought of eternal agony and the pain I hope to set forth upon

others. My curse is my legacy and damnation of my soul

is intimately imminent. The glimmer of hope that

pierces through my hollow existence is knowing that

mother earth will soon bear a sun and again I will be

trapped in between two worlds once more...

Thought of the Week-----------> The View

It is an age old conversation that will have no victor. No it is not politics nor religion… It is a wife becoming the interminable confidant, the easer of the mind… the best friend.  Some feel it would ludicrous for a wife, someone that the man has barely known for a fraction of his life; to instantly become his best friend just because of an age old institution called marriage… how absurd right? Or is it? How can one have the sheer audacity to come between a relationship that is sacred and has stood the test of time and with had trials that have strengthened its foundation? How can she expect the dimension of THAT relationship to change thus causing it to be obsolete? Are you really suppose to share your must trusted secrets and darkest deeds and your innermost’s with some woman you just happened to marry? Is she suppose to know you better even than the Almighty himself on judgment day? Here is a thought or maybe an answer…  The mere fact that a man would not even consider or be open to the idea of his wife becoming his best friend over time is absolutely terrifying to women deep down inside. (Also if the woman you about to marry can BE put in the category of some woman, then reconsideration of the step one is about to make may be needed) Is it because of these thoughts that marriages don’t have the same meaning that they use to or carry the same significance like in days past and unfortunately fail? It would be unwise to think that just because man and woman are ONLY joined in holy matrimony and not friendship is the SOLE reason why marriages obliterate…but subconsciously may it? Instead of having a marriage of four (wife-best friend, husband-best friend) why not just the two that professed there undying love for each other on that altar that FAITH-FUL day. The idea may sound simple but with most convoluted thoughts it is anything but.  Some soul searching needs to be done…not because the “idea” is preposterous or illogical; the soul needs to be searched so the soul can command the mind to let… “thinking make it so”

   

Fiend for love

The feeling reverberates through me when you get close. It is anguish and ecstasy in one fell swoop.  Rational thoughts are gone… my sublime is blinded. Your love has taken over again. The music we make is a malevolent joy of yours….the drum pattern beats with me repeatedly even when you are gone. The nights that you depart me are somber and quiet but as I scan my body you are still felt, the love that you have just given me so feverishly dealt; written all over me I cannot forget you. In my veins I feel; so in vain I feel you, habit forming is an understatement because fully addicted to you I am. Once more you visit... once more it begins... the rush of the hush, my body is shaking, the weight of your affection infectedly breaking me down. You leave me blue…blackened by love my eyes completely shut, swelled from your love. No one understands the feeling you give me; but everyone understands the aftermath of when you leave me.  Even though you are gone, I want you to stay… drunken by love I begin to drift away. The programs are useless I’m addicted to you… you say that you love me... How I wish that were true.

The AWAKENING

Who are you? I was birthed in the frigid cold of night, then grown in the harsh heat of man only to be thrust back into the cold as a shell of a man...

Where are you? That depends... I am caught between two worlds of light and dark. My light is over powered by the facade of darkness to shield eyes from my true form. In the light I am free... in the dark I am a prisoner of the mask of the barbarian I don not to protect the light...but to hide it...

How are you? I am all or nothing... All praises sung onto me dwindle in the nothingness void of darkness. In this void I live monetarily rather than eternally... so long I have thought. This comes to pasture now.
  

Why the change? Invalid. Not a change but an uncovering of sorts. I begin to charge the gates and head towards the light... Forward I march steadfast only blinded not by the light..but the endless possibility of me...

Scared? Without fear there can be no progress. No appreciation of sacrifice or challenge of intestinal fortitude. Rather a man be scared and march then he be brave with the world of content he revels in...

Thoughts? Many on to many on to many.... The minuscule complexities I ponder do not scale in comparison to the vast knowledge I have yet to capture...ascertain... and spew into myself mentally so that I can ponder complexities of greater substance.. As the Creator has made it, man is incapable of sight of mind beyond a maximum of 80 inches. This is why I reach anyway.

Once more who are you? Has now become the simplest of questions. In different genre of people, I am known to different persons, by different names..none, for vanity..all for a purpose. with different preconceived notions of each... Now and forever more I am a man REBRON…deshelled and all....

Phantom Love

I sit here any lay in the shadows, not in darkness but of others. I am here, I’ve been, here. I will always be here.  I see them distort the true meaning of what it means to love and hand it to you upon a devilishly emulated platter and so naively you indulge upon its forbidden fruit only for its sweet nectar to turn sour once again. I am here, I’ve been here, I will always be here. I am your savior, your night in shining armor, clouded by what your poorly tuned vision perceives to be the truth. I have loved you from first glance, to first fall, to last triumph, to thee inevitable fall from grace once more. Your many imperfection are my most treasured perfections; as I wishfully lay between the ecstasy of errors your create them with, I can be lost forever…in your pain. Thee eyes of anguish trapped within consume me; for this does not have to be. What I feel is true; no man on earth can fathom how deeply you burn within me. It matters not where you have been but where we can go. I am here, I’ve been here, I will always be here. I will smite those that have wronged you and bring devastation to all those who doubt the sincerity which flows through me.  To much avail I speak and feel in vain for you will pass me by as sure as they sun will rise again…and sink into my soul. I am here I’ve been here I will ALWAYS be here…waiting for you…