We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, yellow submarine...   -The Beatles





A part of me has died. I am swamped by the waves of mediocrity. I struggle to revive myself, but the inertia borne of long-standing conformity prohibits me. There shall be retribution. One day...


If to the fleeting hour I say
'Remain, so fair thou art, remain!'
Then bind me with your fatal chain,
For I will perish in that day.
'Tis I for whom the bell shall toll,
Then you are free, your service done,
For me the clock shall fail, to ruin run,
And timeless night descend upon my soul.
    - Goethe, Faust, the bargain with Mephistopheles


Sift through my mind...

Arrow of Scarlet Ruin
    accompany the wilderness tracker Anuis Drake Scarletarrow, Night Caste Exalted, as he travels through the world of Creation and rediscovers his past

Quiet Times with God
    a page for daily bible reflection

Stages of Rebirth...

Author's note: all the artwork on this page is mine, unless otherwise stated. I don't believe in copyrights so go right ahead and use em. Just tell me about it though, and try to be sparing on linking, snapfish might flag me for exceeding bandwidth.
   

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To blogly go where no one has gone before...

a josephine hopeful wanderer
aileen ... my light...
anatalia ana the pooh
andrea the dog pound
anj purveyor
ayen boulevard avenue
ben stormwrite
carmen chainreaction
cha absolutely not
cyril a beautiful mind
dara strangefire
gen every hour...
gyll xhybrid17
halcyon contradiction
ivy life as i live it
joy backspaced
kalag kalag hell is made of...
lady lazarus poetic art
maybelle i'm bored
myla twisted solitude
moks silent screams...
neng ... alleged narcissist
owen the stew chronicles
ramonster 11am...
romel soulsearching
sam chronicles of sam...
sancho sancho benavides
sancho the mad tea party
shiro journeys
sj lugaw madness club
t. tulala-tulele
toi luna
tony outside looking in...
zane fell out of love...



Call me Ishmael... or rather, call me when there's something I can contribute. I like a good book anytime; over a cup of coffee, while I'm in the shower, while I'm chasing the cat to get its tail between the jaws of a laundry clip. I believe in socialism, I believe in capitalism. I believe in exorcism, I don't believe in demons. I am a walking contradiction of sorts, always looking over my shoulder just to make sure there's no dentist around. You would call me friend, I will call you by your name, and only when I need you. I believe in the rationality of man, but only when it's convenient. There are times when i paint, just before I slice the onions to sauté. I spend my time hanging upside down on the sofa, with a good book in hand. I never stop thinking, except while I'm sleeping, and even then, I still do. I hate sleep. It's Time's ultimate thief. But don't remind me of that when I'm sleepy. I was an atheist, now I'm a Christian. I'm an Objective Realist, but I believe in God. I've met Him and took Him to eat at a gourmet burger shop down the corner. It's gone now. I fed Him fries and a large Coke. He fed me with Life. I don't believe in religion. It's slave morality, the moral code of the looters. I believe in relationship; and reality. I will ask you to walk with me, so that you'd notice my pink Chuck Taylor's, and then I'd leave you if you cannot keep up. I'll give you something to help you on your way though, but only if you ask. You'll call. I won't look back. I never look back; except when there's the threat of a dentist. Call me Ishmael... call me tomorrow.


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Wednesday, July 07, 2004
seasons...

would you hold out your hands to me through darkened mists of winter,
   to suffer the truth and lie steadily fulfilled, tasting the shadow of your passing?
i lived through that winter night, only to waste in summer's grasp,
   for the cold of ice season matched my empty soul,
which cold withered away before the scorching flames.

would you catch the leaves that fall from me in the grey fog of autumn,
   to breath that spark into fires that have faltered to dimness?
i survived through that balmy fall afternoon, only to die the coming spring,
   for the grey clouds sustained me by their weeping,
while the spring skies killed me with false smiles.

you shine as the sun in the heavens,
   and me a planet captive in your gaze,
my existence is spent revolving around you,
   incapable of escape for the pull you exert,
nor capable of drawing near, for fear of getting burned.

the dance of the seasons wear on,
   and i live and die with each step i take around you.

Out of the ashes of bennet at 05:33 am

Shiro
July 8, 2004   10:44 AM PDT
 
we are kindred spirits at this juncture... caught in barbed webs of our own devising... writhing in agony, yet relishing each moment... man are we masochistic, or what?
sancho.
July 7, 2004   04:20 PM PDT
 
you move on, but it lives on. what do you do?

'shtig, pare. taas kamay.
gen
July 7, 2004   10:17 AM PDT
 
nice one :-)

"i live and die with each step i take around you"


emiko
July 7, 2004   05:50 AM PDT
 
hey awesome piece man! though kinda... sad. never knew you for a romantic, man. i was wrong. you ARE. whoever you dedicate this to, he/she is lucky.
 

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