it starts with a phrase, then the rest of it would just keep coming.
some ten, fifteen, minutes later, i have this bunch of words on my paper.
something beautiful, insane, sometimes just plain stupid.
here's a few of them...
words drift through my mind -
broken phrases, fragments.
ideas spurred by the moment;
a moment that quickly passes by.
my pen is my sword
it has become dull.
my well is dry
no more tears in my eye.
feelings are nothing more than what they are
love, anguish, sorrow, bliss -
they don't go very far.
given time, given enough,
the heart becomes numb;
to the point when the moment is gone,
when you're back to the thing that you are.
back to the empty shells called men...
- 01/12/2001
i started out empty -
filling up myself with knowledge and dirt;
until i no longer was empty.
i started out crawling -
but i got myself up,
bloody legs of flesh turning to stone,
and eventually was running.
i started out numb -
then felt love, felt pain;
and the tears flowed like rain.
i started out as nothing -
but now i am something.
i am someone.
i am a man...
and i'm wishing that i'm not...
- 01/26/2001
march on into the morning;
march on you brave soldiers of time.
perch yourself upon this throne;
and listen to the people praise you in song.
go and claim these gold and jewels;
all the prize that are yours alone.
through the darkness, the cold, and the wolves;
your light has shined in anonymity.
a light that is a beacon of truth;
a light that in silence did linger on;
and spawns of stars from which were born.
a life of demons you have lived;
hell lurking a few steps across the hall.
flames of damnation burning souls;
calling, bidding you: "fall!"
but strongly did you clutch
the blade of honor on the wall.
that though bleed did you,
still you stood on undaunted and tall.
and mephisto in his fiery might
went a running with your every call.
march on into the glory;
march on all you bamboos in the wind.
all who in the chaos of the storm stood strong;
and through eternity shall live on...
- 02/02/2001
