Mortars, martyrs and the people underneath
Flares, tracers and streaks across the sky
And isn’t it beautiful?
O God how pretty it is
Absent the homicides
All the cold-blooded murder
Without one genocide
Your reign is benevolent
But we are wrought with sin
And our pride has been damaged
So any good we do
Reminds us this of you
And down here in the filth
In our introspection, selfishness
There’s no room for anyone else
Where’s the justice in loneliness?
Justice is blind
There’s something in the way we never talk
She’s up early, I take the dogs for a walk
I’d rather have a pick me up than be sleepin in
So I’ll be missin her until she’s back again
When I’m laying there and you awake
You see me there in a fragile state
But I come home, sometimes you’re around
Those are the best days I have found
I head to the store on your day in
Come back and you’re just chillin
So amped up, ready to go
She tells me what I already know
She said “Do anything but I’ll be around”
My feet hit the ground, I hit the town
She’ll be in bed by the early AM
But you can’t hide a bad habit in a soda can
An Orphan
What once manifests itself as judgment and desires,
Placates the mind in its ever search for congruency.
When reality is gained, retribution befalls it,
And displacement is the coveted acceptance.
If the mind is a prison, then who else to rely better on?
An obsession with survival clouds the ability to trust.
Inheritance does not fall short of a name, or a past,
But looking for answers yields only flat conclusions.
The aging face hardens when reflecting on its image,
The ponder is no longer of who made it.
In actuality it never crossed the mind-
Nothing is what made me this way.
The nothing is a beautiful emptiness, though,
A small spark can become an uninterrupted explosion.
The freedom to create anew, design with a concrete plan,
To start a legacy bold enough to outlive the lost.
I am thankful that I was told to be polite,
When I am served hardship, I finish my plate.
But I’m not a damned fool to ask for seconds,
… I just have to pretend I’m not that hungry…
It Lies Within
I feel myself rotting
My emotions buried within mold
And decomposing into physical hurt
My reluctance to tell
And reveal my thoughts to the world
Result in this agony
I writhe with my lack of outlet
And constant force of more in the bottle
And suffer eternally until I explode
And release my thoughts into the world
The void we call home
Where no one is honest
Everyone is hiding something
Nothing changes out minds
Everything controls us, but we
Nobody really thinks outside the box
Because we are all trapped inside
By intangibles: morals, love, and others
The forces that make life flow
Around us in a case, not easily broken
If and when we break this cage
By violating a thread: morals, loves, or life itself
Is when we escape into the void
Where spirits roam, and devils and angels sing
Dandy
When it comes time to dream, or even relax so deeply that the image in your mind defines your existence instead of vice-versa, I often think of big fields with waist-high weeds. Continue reading
Known in Japan as Estpolis Denki II
Lufia 2
Released to America in Summer of 96 (Japan early 95, almost immediately before Chrono Trigger by Squaresoft).
This Neverland epic probably lost thousands of gamer hours because Chrono Trigger is on so many “Top (X)” lists around the globe. The Lufia prequel (see Mother vs. Earthbound) is somewhere between 25-90 hours on a play through. There are many elements to the game, sidequests essentially, which can be completed without too much detouring or retracing (with one huge, deliberate exception). Let’s break down this RPG and get the word out for why it is so awesome. Classic games still stack up with releases a decade later because they pushed their limits and reached the boundaries within their simplicity. Modern developers are constantly restricted by deadlines, technical requirements, and supporting the flash-media genre where every second of the game is interactive. Continue reading
Love & Light
When what you want
Is to be truly happy
And how you feel
Is like you’re wandering
It Is utterly dependent
On your own self
To make the best for you
How can two
Totally different bodies
Come together as one
In a world so torn
Without united desires
To make together what can be
Achieved Independently
<3
One thing I find amusement in is that we make up things to explain complicated things in fewer words, which are almost entirely lies. This event becomes a bit humorous when the invented things seem to replace the actual things represented in more and more circumstances, like some sort of intellectual plague. For example, the “Level Up” exists to indicate growth in a game. After repeating the same action over and over, why not? You should be getting better, stronger, wiser, and perhaps older too.
Level Up!
#3 Level Up!
Basic – A level is a number representing the overall experience and abilities of a character, usually from 1 to 99. The character’s attributes ether go up randomly or the user can choose which strengths are enhanced.
Masculinity – You might want to consider leveling up before asking her out.
Accidental – I would have a better shot from one level up. LEVEL UP!
Confidence – Grind all you want, not even a level 99 can fuck with me.
Irony – In FFVII it becomes harder to Morph a high HP unit without first accidentally killing it.
Age old – If at first you don’t succeed, level up and try again.
Applied – Ten tough battles yields more than one hundred easy battles.
Wisdom – The greater struggle prepares you faster for the task at hand.
Unconventional Wisdom – The over-prepared misses all the trials of life.
Thou shall not erase
What I mean to say is that no matter how many Cs you bubble in in a row, the testmaker could just be simply messing with your mind. It’s not that love is unpredictable or even multiple choice… it just sometimes seems to be an easier explanation. The truth is always whatever you want it to be. Life is giving meaning by the decisions we make. The same advice can be worded a million different ways, but the meaning is still sound:
It is easier to make a decision now than it is to change your mind in the past.
If I could go back to before you died and tell you I love you, and I really mean it, would it make it easier to sleep tonight? Chances are no. Call me a mystic, but I believe that somehow you know I love you even when I don’t say it. Maybe you don’t know exactly how much, but I think it’s precisely as much as you guess I do. The trouble is why is it so damn hard to say these things?
I just want to remind you how beautiful you are, and how much I love you, before we forget.
The physical presence of emotion is what brings an idea to the foreground. Whether it be our heart skipping a beat, our jaw dropping, tears welling in our eyes, makes anyone realize something is different. Emotion is the physical response to our mind’s resistance to change. When an uncomfortable truth is discovered, it may be upsetting, but is it not because we just became happy and comfortable with the state of existence at the exact moment prior?
To accommodate the optimist, as well as prove myself with the inverse, our level of joy may increase when something changes for the better. The truth here is that there is no bearing on the good or bad of life, simply the transformation. Changes can be good or bad… but change is bad (at least immediately).
I consider it to be similar to an allergic reaction. When an allergen is discovered by our body, it sends out the best defense it has, a confused entity that attacks the body itself. We sneeze, break out, throw up… anything. Allergies are aggressive because they convince the body to attack itself. When we confront changes, the subconscious picks up on it first and sends the message out. There might even be a good delay from the tears to the moment in the mirror when you ask yourself “Why am I crying?” And it is not because you disagree… it’s because you don’t know. You figure it out, and until you make an evaluation of the change, the emotion may persist.
This thought backs up the idea that we shoot Denial from the hip. That one is tricky because it is possible to lie to yourself, and to others, because it is your truth. Acceptance / Hope is the final stage of this confrontation, but no one explained to me what Hope was. It seems like an afterthought some hippie threw in to give everyone warm fuzzies. However, they were in denial, so we should clear it up. Just because you accept reality, it does not mean it is any better (or any worse). What you do need to do is take your acknowledgment and see what changes you can instigate and benefit from. Changes have butterfly effects. We are in the middle of them constantly, and starting new ones at the same time.
When we evaluate decisions, it is not some chain reaction that forces our answer. We may, however, decide the best course of action by recognizing events in the past. Until we make a series of good decisions, we cannot benefit the world. While we cannot recognize a new change in our life as good or bad, we do know that there are good and bad decisions. It is my hope that you consider non-immediate impacts of your decisions before you take the easy road out. With a little hard work, reward will follow.
Wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em! 