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Dec 30, 2010

0 Quote on forever love

What a quandary

I'll love you forever until I don't love you, then I will not love you forever

Dec 29, 2010

0 Quote on ideas

Think about it

Every idea has infinite ways to get to it

Dec 25, 2010

1 Merry Christmas Everyone

And a Happy New Year!

Remember the true meaning of Christmas, that it is not about getting but giving- about the birth of Jesus and working together.

Dec 23, 2010

0 Coffee Ground Heart Poem

What's in a cup

Black coffee grinder
red granules sifting
silver-blade rapidly turning
my heart being slowly ground
to dust to dust

Releasing the sweet smell of flowers mixed into beans
boiling water evaporating
inside a white porcelain cup
darkness to light
a morning sip

Dec 22, 2010

0 Quote on Human Nature

What is human nature, after all?

If human nature doesn't work, you have to change character.

Dec 21, 2010

0 Artisan Slave Bracelet and Collar

Made from Denim
Photos:

Slave bracelet that I made for my slave in the BDSM lifestyle http://writtensouls.deviantart.com/#/d35e2x1
Slave Collar that I made for my slave in the BDSM lifestyle
http://writtensouls.deviantart.com/#/d35e30e

Check it out!

Dec 19, 2010

0 Art quote

Can a form of art be restricted to a gender?

Art is neither masculine nor feminine- it is just art

Dec 17, 2010

0 Weird dream with cat-head

Can you say meow

My cat's head had been chopped off and was in the fish tank. This dream took place in a foreign setting which was a montage of places I may of seen. I was asking my family members to help me take the cat to the vet, to have his head sewn back on, because the cat was still alive. They told me that I couldn't because: I would get in trouble with the police and go to jail over animal abuse. This made me think about how stupid it was to let my cat suffer just because an accident occurred, and that I couldn't get my cat's head back on without ramifications.

That was one segment i remembered from the dream.

Dec 11, 2010

0 Chaos and Beauty poem

captivating sky

Swallowed up by the clouds
the sky stirring me into
a milkshake of chaos and beauty

0 Fairy Turtle T-shirt at Zazzle

Text: Fluttering in your dreams

Fairy Turtle T-shirt Link

Take a look, comment, show a friend, or just buy it for yourself!

Dec 8, 2010

0 Fray Souls poem

souls are like fraying jeans

When I say, I love you
are the words dead, hallow and filled with nothing instead

In a world where the tears have all leaked away
drifted and dropped in the translucency of day

And no one even knew or what to say

Where has my mind run off to
down the dark alleys of night

Into the rented bedrooms filled with dark desires
where all my fantasies has taken flight

disguised in the shape and form of my eyes

Deep inside my patched heart
cracked and tainted and pieced apart

resides, a packed up box of chocolate and lullaby
like a music box that finally cranked away

And these are the moments, enslaved and fray

0 A Dangerous Thought quote

set in stone

Nothing's more dangerous to the mind than a wrong thought that believes with all its fiber and being that it's a right thought

Dec 6, 2010

0 Bottom of the sea poem

Imagery and emotions, mixed into a cocktail

Her puppy dog eyes
resembles a crumbling sunrise
bleeding down unto her feet, through this crashing weather
she's all alone, concealed inside all of this pressure
crushing her up inside, altogether

and inside her puppy dog eyes
colors become tidal waves, flowing to the tune of her heart beats
tainting with salt, what her heart seeks
this small star of love, in this world of lies

and as I stare, I ride upon this ship
a small, creaky ship with sentiment
broken, and patched, and waiting for the ocean to snatch
this little vessel to the bottom of the sea

Dec 3, 2010

0 Imaginative Poetry Blog & Literature

Promotion of my blog

If you are looking for an imaginative, creative, intelligent poetry & literature blog with depth- look no further. Check out all of my wonderful, original quotes and writings throughout the site. Feel the enrichment of words with meaning with heart.

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0 Quote on purpose

the mistakes we make

We mistake progress for meaning

0 Re-watchable Movie List

Time Proven Movies

  • Koizora
  • Bolt
  • Dude Wheres My Car
  • Galaxy Quest
  • Hocus Pocus
  • Howls Moving Castle
  • Memento
  • Sweet Home Alabama
  • The Flintstones in viva rock vegas
  • The Thirteenth Floor
  • The Nightmare Before Christmas
  • Chicago
  • Finding Nemo
  • Kiki's Delivery Service
  • Little Mermaid
  • Mulan
  • spiritedaway
  • Sweeny Todd - Demon Barber of Fleet Street
  • Sugar and Spice
  • Kim Possible
  • 10 Things I Hate About You
  • Barbie And The Diamond Castle
  • Girl, Interrupted
  • Girl With A Pearl Earring
  • Lion King
  • Mona Lisa Smile
  • Never Been Kissed
  • The Breakfast Club
  • The Duchess
  • Tuck Everlasting
  • White Oleander
  • Chicken run
  • A bugs life
  • Beauty and the Beast
  • The Lion King 2: Simba'S Pride

0 Evil Laughter, quote

What's in a laugh

Sometimes an evil laugh is the only laughter you need

0 Lost Memories, Quote

What's more mysterious than the unknown

Lost memories, creates the greatest of mysteries

0 The unspoken, Quote

Something to ponder

Sometimes the unspoken, is usually what needs to be spoken the most

Dec 1, 2010

0 Darkness of emotions poem

The darkness of emotions, within a single drop

Sometimes there is a deep depression, that hits you like a song
a lullaby of feelings, that doesn't die or belong
it sucks all of your soul from you, all of your heart
drowns you in darkness, drowns you in waves of sorrow, leaves you falling apart

and you just don't know why, or where to start

Like a marionette doll, you sit drinking in this chaotic, masquerade ball
sinking further and further in than you have ever been
with your strings and eyes, running deeper and deeper down this amusement park ride
and it has yet to reside, this melody that plays inside

scratching and clawing itself alive

Like the covers upon your bed, you peek deeper inside the unsaid
out from beneath the sheets, through the crack of the door, down the creaking steps into nightmare-lore
following the sound of music, the beating steps, in this land of marionettes
to just understand the whys, to assemble the puzzle blocks, the missing lyrics of your eyes

and you feel the darkness of a storm, bringing interest to your inner world that's been torn and torn

1 Quote & Simile about problems

Just came to my mind

A problem is like a loan, it incurs interest the longer it sits

Nov 30, 2010

1 Why I write, quote

One of the many reasons...

Why do I write? I write because it's the counter-stone of intelligence; and, I wish to improve and polish my counter-stone until it shines brighter than before

0 Oh, how poem

Oh, how our mind wanders

Oh, what thoughts didn't I know today
carried by a penguin gone astray
into my mind, feeding on seed of yesterday

Oh, how these thoughts change away
from one truth to another to stay
and where do I rot, my mind affray

Oh, how these moments build up
one upon another, into a teacup
overflowing with steam, drifting dismally up

Oh, how these moments crumble and fall
cracking as it becomes beautiful and tall
and no more can I beckon to look, upon the house of this doll

Oh, how these experiences dim
tainted by sentiment and sin
like a light-bulb, contrasted against shadow and men

Oh, how time pauses and stops
upon small moments and moments upon rocks
knowing not, where to life knocks

Oh, how...

Nov 29, 2010

1 God taketh Quote

What came to mind when I heard- God giveth and God taketh away

What God taketh, God replaces with experience and knowledge

Nov 28, 2010

0 Basking Turtle Thoughts poem

What do turtles dream of

Turtle basking in the light
soaking up in the muddy puddle, looking up into the sky
into a heaven of ocean blue
like when the sunlight shines through
the translucent tumbling waves of crashing lore
and all his thoughts are contained: beyond the shore

Where do daydreams swim
deeper than he has ever been
a dark foreshadowing blue
where nightmares and dreams wander through
into illusions and disillusions too afraid to tumble to

And all he can feel is milky, white sand
warmer than summer upon land
counting down in an hour-glass filled shore
the thoughts to be thought, until no more
draining away the moments it has tore

His eyes like a pebble caught in a riptide
bobbling to the tune of his heart at his side
music of the soul trapped inside a wave
the hunger of his will, the feel of the rage
to steal his mind away

Nov 27, 2010

2 Diverging Choices poem

sifting our personality

How can you reconcile split loyalties
these diverging choices pushed unto us
caught in eternity's moment
waiting for a decision to be made
whether to change or assimilate
bargain and sift, between actions and our ties

0 Intense Repetitions Poem

think, and think once again

Repetitions bobbling inside my head like a buoy upon rough waters
in and out of of intense emotions
raging, calling out to me with the music of an opera
repeating until the meaning ruptures
and the imagery resides until there is none

0 Lost Soul Quote

feeling of being lost

A soul lost is like death without music

0 Linking principles of thought

How does our thought process work

Thought should have reason, and reason have discourse, and discourse should have creativity and intelligence

1 Palindrome Quote on Creativity

a thought I couldn't help but write down

Creativity should have intelligence and intelligence should have creativity

Nov 25, 2010

0 Quote and Question about Sentiment

exploring the concept of sentiment

When our sentiment is destroyed, does the object of our emotions, inherit the worthlessness of our fall, just as our love.

0 Quote about ideals

something to ponder

How can we ever expect our love to exactly match the ever changing ideals of our thoughts.

Nov 23, 2010

1 Quote about perfection

The absoluteness of perfection

You must leave your perfection behind if you want to live life

Nov 22, 2010

0 Thanksgiving day or Thankstaking day

Which is it for you

Thanksgiving day is coming up around the corner, and the stores are overflowing with our society buying groceries. Our very takeful society, taking without giving back outside of their families. Rude shoppers and obnoxious shoppers and impatient shoppers running a mock and almost over others with their shopping carts. Is this the new tradition of the modern age or just an extension of how our thanksgiving day was originally founded. What happened to our morality or even politeness?

Perhaps we should be more thankful and less taking, giving to those without food- like the traditions it was supposedly founded on; Instead, of glutenous appetites being fulfilled and enjoyment of making others wait in line for extreme long periods, with a smile and absurd commentaries.

When we look back upon ourselves during these holidays, are we looking back at the best of what mankind has to offer, being united and together- or the worst mankind has to offer... Food for thought,
Take care,

Nov 20, 2010

2 Your own perspective quote

Are you, being you

When you rely on others for influence- than, your work is too catered to them and not your own, unique perspective

0 Who you are question and quote

Did you go down the wrong path

It's always interesting finding out who you are- and is who you find, really who you are

Nov 19, 2010

0 Obfuscate quote

The blurry line of fantasy and reality

Photos obfuscate reality from what life could be

0 Is it a life quote

Question for your mind to boggle upon

Is it a life, just to have a life, of words, that only changes other lives

0 A Monster's Lullaby Poem

The inner voice of a monster

Tired of myself, myself only hurting
tired of my soul turning, turning through all the versions of myself
so fast, that I am burning

flipping fast like a book of pages
passed beneath a breeze that gently rages

and the story goes too fast, too fast to know
who I am, where my heart should go
where the tides in my eyes should flow

in this fairy tale gone demented
my whole life suddenly resended
from beauty to pain caught in a drain

and thus, the nightmare slowly begins
stealing away from this world, all I comprehend
replacing my life with all this sin

a journey down roads, a sickness which corrodes
spreading like an infection, caught up in the congestion
of all these moments caught up in life
suddenly turned to the reflection of strife

and where has it gone, my perfection
inside this mind of confection
obsession with my rejection

in this life gone awry, or life caught up in a monster's lullaby

0 Social Exploratory Poem: Censored

Exploratory social commentary

Our life is censored, passion carefully, mathematically, methodologically calculated
love drained, squeezed of all diversities, adversities, insecurities
robbed of soul- fire, of desire, causing hearts to expire
and we don't recognize the meaning behind the word
in this society, run by social mentality

In this world robbed of expression, replaced with discretion
devoid of obsession, conviction and passionate diction
to ourselves, people walking around in cells
analyzing and sensitizing all of our dreams, actions, writings, hidings
with this cold-hearted logic

This logic that lacks all practicality, reality
frailty, that helps us grow our accountability
and we are as sleeping minions
with our lives on auto-pilot

wondering where the risk, imperfection, direction, lessons went

Nov 18, 2010

0 Alter Ego Poem by Anthony and Ashley

Poem my fiancée and I wrote together

Trapped inside this lonely soul
I look out, through the slatted bars of my prison

Pondering upon cloudy thoughts
that quickly crash into thunderous tides of emotion
unleashing the hidden depths of rage that rose

who slumbers silently, within this pit of hell behind my eyes?

this demon, I call my parasite, my alter ego

This ego of mine
who holds the keys, the secrets of my being
beyond these reflections of false light

imprisoning me
stealing away from me, my heart, my mind, my soul

This monster Clutches unto these secrets
deep inside of my soul
onto the darkness which erodes, to never know

keeping me shut out
from peering in, to this putrid heart
in a sinful garden, where my memories grows
and it's always dark

Hoping that I'll run away
will never know, never learn
of these dark worlds inside

and purify her through my innocence, her aching heart which abides

but she doesn't know, to the tune my heart beats, bleeds
the keys that my pocket keeps, deceives
to her downfall, her broken soul

as I wander through the detours and roads
deep down into the furnace of coals
of my discontentment and nightmares
she's blissfully unaware
that I dare, to know myself

and I ponder when she will realize
who's the culprit of her demise
lurking inside, spilling these secrets, demons to life

and perhaps, all she will ever hear is the sound of my writhering lullaby
screams of anguish and insanity
as I find out the true me that resides
beyond the obscurity of the whys, the forgetful sighs

and her duplicitous personality cries to the rhythm of my eyes

0 My angel to God poem

Love between two souls

She's my love, she's my blood, shes my hug, she's my humanity
she's my pain, she's my joy, she's my toy, she's my insanity
she's my life, she's my wife, she's my everything
everything is her, life without her is just a blur, and she is my everything

She's my death, she's my reaper, she's my only soul's keeper
she's my shaft, she's my rod, she's my angel to God
she's my sin, my lust within, telling me sweet things
darkness at the end, storyteller of grim, my humanity

0 Oh, sweet death poem

A fictional thirst for blood

They sicken me to the pits of my soul
they sicken me to the pits of my soul!
And it echos like the beats of a drum
telling me to kill them, kill them, kill...

No. no, not kill them, torture them, destroy them!
make them relish the sweet taste of death
but no, they will not taste such a sweet thing
they will suffer, and suffer, and suffer agonizingly
until that sweet moment of rain, rain from the skies of their eyes
a flood of emotional demise
and then, then I will hunger for more, and more, and more

And they shall sit in the dim lighted room
hanging in the closet like a worn out broom
sweeping up all the mess of their souls
into a pile of regret and morseling woes

And then I shall come again, and again, and again
until this hatred slows, and slows, and slows

0 Dark Desires, not mature but art

a poem full of dark sensuality

My unkempt desires
littered trash covered floors, decors
stealing away the order
the sensibility
and the weight of practicality
of reality

of cause and effect
burdening thoughts
burrowing... excruciating pain
relieved by the insanity
of primal sexuality
pleasure that drowns out all things

And the only focus is to fulfill that hungering, dark desire
that causes my heart to inspire, expire
be set on fire
these Demonic and Angelic things
hidden beneath my eyes, en-caged, enraged
to be tamed, reigned, played in the dungeons of my games

Her heart stops to my pulsating desire
kisses caught between a lamb and tiger
these contrasting conflictions, enjoyable inflictions
brightens my flame

In the night, in the morning
our souls adorning, forming
puppet strings
tied to our fingers and rings
instinctual rhythms and poise
drowned in silence and noise
these animalistic things
in the backdrop of our names

We're just actors
demonic characters
angels without feathers
wondering the dark alley ways together

Beseeching, Searching
for that yearning
cleansing with grim and grunge
that will steal away
ourselves from ourselves
until another day, another one

0 Dark Pleasure poem

Adventures of thought and heart

Sometimes it only takes, a subtle breeze to turn a thought
from the sunny heavens- to the dark, infested cracks of this world
and I find myself, slipping down the slippery slope of our morality to dark intellect
dark-nature, from the reminisce of our forbidden fruit, lodged inside

Oh, how it replaces my heart, devouring who I am
hanging down as a cursed, Egyptian gem
that beseeches me with glow and shimmer
these worlds, yet unknown, to plunder of splendor

And I’m fascinated with wonder
craving to explore these demon, inhabited worlds
to take part in their rituals and insanity
to loose, myself, part of my humanity
and know this darkness inside, written in pleasure

Nov 17, 2010

0 Seed of darkness poem

What we throw aside

A khaki seed, inside the darkness
devouring upon itself
slowly cracking upon
covered in black veins
growing with it's own brand of hatred

Life has forsaken this emerging monster
tossed it aside into obscurity
without so much as a drop of water
a bed of soil
no, this creature is born outside the womb

outside the womb in the land of the forgotten

0 Small choices quote

What turns people rotten to the core?

The old, broken down mentality we observed in our youth,
are founded on the foundation of their small choices

0 Beneath our sleeves quote

when are we more truthful?

Darkness of our words, brings out the truths hidden beneath our sleeves

0 Why I write quote

Quote on why I write

I don't write for myself to be known, but for my words to be known

0 Falling through flowers poem

a surreal fantasy poem

I'm falling down an endlessly deep, elevator shaft
lightly packed of flowers
and I don't know if I'll ever get back
to the top floor, where there's my shower

still draining down, draining for the last couple of hours

Where has the time gone, will it ever ripple back
back to the serenity of rain and a porcelain encased ocean
stealing my thoughts away with the music of erosion

these tidal forces of our lives

And all I can do is smell the sweet scent of flowers

1 Hell Bound Man poem

the dark-nature of our minds

Nefarious minds
dwindling signals down their devious spines
the concoctions of nightmares and desires
mixed together with lust and fires
these immoral- bound, demons of man

Why do they hunger so, for the rich spill of blood
the discontentment of man's own destruction
and delight in the knowledge of stealing another's love
dropping them quickly from heaven to hell
and feeling the richness of such disruptions

0 Optimizing my blog

optimizing blog

The site was going sluggish and I had to do something to get it back in shape, so this is all the things I did:

  • I took away the icons from the Blog List widget which made a big difference, surprisingly 
  • I removed the ContactMe button and created a personal page with the form code- instead
  • I made it where the Random Posts code was only displayed on post pages and not the main- as well as the code for it
  • I changed the subscription button to more affordable, affordable prices
  • I also changed the Blog Archives to be initially collapsed 
  • Just added a Subscribe page for the PayPal button- which helped as well. 
By doing all of those things, I reduced my page load enormously, hope you enjoy!

Take care,

Nov 16, 2010

0 Best, Ever tuna with crackers

Must have to taste!

Anthony's Tuna with Crackers Recipe-
Ingredients:

  • 2 cans, Walmart- light tuna in water
  • Light rye crackers
  • 2 or 3 tablespoons dill relish
  • 2 or 3 tablespoons chopped, green olives with pimento
  • 5-7 tablespoons mayo
  • 1 can BumbleBee Lump crab meat (Secret ingredient- far worth the price)
  • Couple dashes of salt


Directions:

  • Combine and mix all ingredients together in a bowl and serve with crackers!

0 Free Thinking in Haiku Ebook at Lulu


Thinking in haiku ebook is another poetry book of mine, you can download it via lulu.com in the link provided.
It has many haiku, varying subject and theme, metaphors- emotions- imagery to convey their meaning. Each haiku is given a separate page- hope you enjoy!

Nov 15, 2010

0 Growing older: Falling apart poem

the ramifications of age

Pain takes away my security
oh, how easy it has drifted away
from these known- sunny shores, I wished to forever stay

And the sun has gone astray
no longer, does it bask in the sky
and I am- oh so cold, so full of wishes without any stars left in the sky
all I can comprehend now, are the clouds

My future has gone into obscurity
waves crashing from the tides
upon this broken down boat of mine
no longer can it hide from the dangers that reside

I am toss with vigor, unsecured without an anchor
wondering and pondering inside
with no answers to the confusion
fate has left me, along with the illusions that formally had reside

My broken down body, aging far after me
so far away, almost left me, this shadow of mine
in the distance, taking with it my stride
and I can just watch as I fall apart inside

0 Expressing my thoughts on being a writer and blogging

my thoughts on why I write

Unsure if I'm a blogger as-so-much a writer. I always loved writing and expressing my intellect and creativity in a world of my own design and soul. I hardly make any money-none at all, actually-, most people probably never come back again, but there is something infinite about words that always beacons, someday they might matter and belong.

0 Grammer Help: Helpful ideas

hope these ideas will help someone

I used to be far worst at grammar and spelling than I am now. I am not the greatest, but I think I've improved, so take a look at these tips.

  • Learn that grammar is about structure and pauses, separating ideas and concepts- this will help you out a great deal. Learn that commas link ideas that depends upon each-other, while semi-colons link ideas that are closely related and separate. Learn how to separate ideas, to have them make sense and convey meaning better. 
  • Learn how to break words up into syllables, this will help you with word formation and how they relate to one another. 
  • Learn what words mean and how to correctly use them. The parts of speech and how they relate to the rest of the sentence. Writing haiku helps a lot in this regard. 
  • Lastly, write in forms you love- poetry, haiku, stories, essays, blogs: to help you improve, and read what you wrote aloud. 
  • Hope these tips help you become a better writer
Take care,

0 Sleeping Beauty: Knight and Damsel poem

adapted from a story idea of mine

Sometimes, I just don't know about love
as I stare at my sleeping beauty at rest
what goes on behind those enclosed eyes
nightmares and fantasy obfuscating our life from the mess

Does my Armour shine as brightly
does my eyes run as color deep
within this heart full of ache, full of keep
pulsating from too much light, hungering to sleep

How many cracks in dragons' scales
must I count upon my quest of love
how many door cracks must I peek through
before I know the color of my own blood

Is the blood a deep black
death calls with a steady tap
upon the footsteps of my stride
and I know there is no turning back
from the accumulated demons at my side
chasing down this damsel of mine

When will my damsel rekindle her heart within
repair with fire, these memories of darkness and sin
for my vision is too blurry, instincts digress
my walk isn't as sturdy, mind's unable to confess
the deterioration of exhilaration's beauty, this calm doubt of mine

Do I doubt, what do I doubt, in this drought of my emotions
has the damn broke, spilling out all I am, filled with intoxicating potions
upon this landscape of our battle, lost in the calmness of now
looking back at all the probabilities and confusions
of our heightened lives, are they just full of delusions, illusions, intrusions into each-es vow

Vow me this, vow of protection
vow me this, vow of devotion
do we resist, resist the notion, that we shall keep through the erosion
of crimson waves of blood, waves of blue sky
waves of bubbling emotions, of inert sighs
overflowing unto both of our lives

Our trails are covered in footsteps and blood
covered in thoughts like music, spiritual notes
covered in stains, and taints, and of love
covered in tears, in fears, in worries, in overspilling furies
in so much, that our hearts isn't enough
to contain and explain, the beauty and degree of sorrow and flame

And when my sleeping beauty is to awake
I'm afraid I would be caught sleeping
off-guard and in-awake, with my heart slowly beating
beating to its own rhythm, its own infusion
to its own fate, illusion, delusions
unable to be shaken, stirred, assured

Just to be watched, as I have watched, just to think, as I have thought
and await for this knight to be awaken

Nov 14, 2010

0 My world mini poem

the organs of the soul

My eyes are where dreams go to die
my heart is where emotions go to lie
and my mind is where I go to leave this world

0 Quote: Languages of Art

the two languages of art

When speaking of art, there are only two languages: one of intellect and one of emotion, combined they give life to the intangible

0 Video Commentary: Space Balloon : Ariel View


Commentary on a Vimeo video, entitled: Homemade Spacecraft by Luke Geissbuhler

Very innovative and creative concept, only wish I had thought of building a makeshift spacecraft with video view. Albeit, a fairly expensive test, this is a great one for the science books.

Basically the test goes as follows:

  • Use weather balloon to carry a package upward into the upper stratosphere
  • Track using a iPhone with GPS (to find later)
  • Film journey with a digital HD camera

Some Facts:

  • Happened in August of 2010
  • Employed parachute upon decent (when the balloon burst from atmospheric pressure)
  • Location was Newburge, New York after 8 months of planning 
  • Climbed 25 feet per second on ascent 
  • After 70 mins and 19 miles high the balloon bursts
  • Camera used was a: Go Pro Hero HD

Click the link and hope you enjoy!

0 Quote: Motif of our love

ambivalence is a part of relationships

The motif of our love always comes back to
emotional ambivalence, mixed with I loves yous
and the re-acceptance of our hearts

0 Creative grotto blog

my fiancée's blog: The Creative Grotto

Check out my fiancée's blog for her personal ramblings, movie commentaries, and poetry.

Hope to see you there!

0 World without: within poem

Questions within about living

What is enough for a life to want to live...
is the answer found in money
is the answer found in a home
having food to eat
is it found in a family

What does each soul need to fulfill its needs
to fulfill its desire...
is it found in passion
is it found in fantasy
found in the dark recesses of our mind and heart

Does the world without need to be the world within
what needs to be meant to stop the suicide of our actions
of our thoughts
of the last of our primeval sins

0 Quote: on generations

Hour-glass sand

Must be hard, to once had lived in a generation which you fitted in, just to have it slip away like sand in an hour-glass

0 Quote: on morality

infinite in dimension

Morality is ambiguous, but it is not objective: it's definite in its principle and absolute in its resolution, but infinite in its dimensions. And adaptable in its perceptions.

Nov 13, 2010

0 Quote: on choices

questions bordering the gray

We grow as people by asking those questions which force us to choose and irreversibly change
and forces us to reconsider and ponder those questions bordering the gray

0 Quote: Question on Ideology

is there a middle ground

Will practically or ideology shape our society
which will rule our reality

0 Quote: Question on Rules and Exceptions

Can a answer answer all questions

Can a finite rule cover infinite permutations
or are there always going to be exceptions to the rule

2 The Pedophile’s Guide to Love and Pleasure ebook Commentary


About: The Pedophile’s Guide to Love and Pleasure ebook (previously on Amazon.com- taken off now due to social pressure.)

Josh Ogle (commenter on TechCruch.com link):
I did what this author and 99.9% of the other people jabbering off about this topic did NOT do: actually read the "book." It took me a grand total of literally fifteen minutes.

What it IS about:
-the difference in terms (pedophile, pederast, child molester, etc.) and how they're used/confused in society
-how, if one is in a sexual relationship with a young person, to be safe and respectful to that other person
-a poorly-written rant about lexicon and usage of terms
-two anecdotal stories that put a positive light on these kinds of relationships
-a brief history of man/boy love in Greek society, and possible evolutionary reasons for such relationships
-***how one should never under any circumstances engage in sexual intercourse, including fellatio, with anyone under 16

What is NOT found in it:
-a literal 'how to rape a child' or anything even similar

Come on folks, if you're gonna have such strong reactions and threaten protesting/boycotting and all sorts of other mess, at least know what in the world you're angry about. This whole outrage reminds me of the Salem witch trials.

Anthony Souls (me):
As one who has a fiancée who was raped as a child, I have to say that the topic of child safety shouldn't be taken lightly. In various states, it is illegal to engage in sexual intercourse with a minor (under 18 years of age), thusly making that statement illegal in certain states.
Techcrunch.com seemed to unintentionally or intentionally fuel the fire for the promotion of this book; Although, people would of found it in the end either way.
Going by the post of Josh Ogle- seeing how I never seen the book- it seems like it isn't as outright as the title suggests. Even-so, where do you draw the line at freedom of speech- I can't yell illegal threats at people without consequences- should you be-able to write illegal how-tos without consequences as well- or would it only matter if there is an escalated crime rate caused from such material.
The question is- is the content immoral (which people say is objective)- should it be allowed to exist, if so- where to draw the line if at all?
Should rapist and child molesters be allowed to show pornographic material online, should serial killers be allowed to stream their killings, should anything be censored. The internet stance on visual aids is clear- they are treated as criminal but the textual versions seem to be treated as a grey area since it doesn't outright show a crime taking place. If you detailed a crime, textually, would that be as criminal as photos?
In my own view, it is hard for me to believe that this isn't a pedophile how-to book because of the title. Isn't he trying to encourage sexual relations with a young person indirectly or directly as it were, is his disclaimer about age just a legal tactic? Isn't the book inciting criminal behavior which is a crime?
Censorship of speech is very dangerous- but there are always exceptions to the rule. And I think a commentary about ones views and how-tos which encourages criminal conduct are two separate things.
Well, those are my opinions- take care everyone.

0 Quote: What is faith

philosophical question about faith and possibilities

Is faith believing what was, will be what is
or is faith believing what will be, will be, what will be

0 Quote/poem: on love is as water

the many forms of love

Love is as water, we need it to live and it has many dimensions

icy like protection
steamy as passion
liquid like insuppressible
reflective as human

0 Christian poem: false gods

our worlds inside

Inside of ourselves
we are as false gods
to these worlds of fantasy and make believe
that holds our intangible souls
and we try to impress our reign
on this world of Gods

0 Open our minds poem

grow beyond our errors and truths

The errors of our past
should humble the growth of our future

For we all believe we are right
when we are right
and that we are wrong
when we are wrong

That we should open up our minds
to the possibilities
of being wrong when we are right
and being right when we are wrong
and growing spiritually inside of ourselves

0 I'm thinking about adding novel chapters in the future

additions to my blog

Hello readers,

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0 Quote: on safety and danger

things to keep in mind

People are so concerned with what's safe, that they forget the freedom of danger

0 Interesting verses on revenge

enjoy artful word combinations

Resentment and revenge brews inside you
like potions from a fine age of liqueur

Nov 12, 2010

0 Beauty in the heavens poem

dreaming your way to hell

I’m falling through the earth
going further from heaven
and closer to hell
unable to grasp onto the air
and all I can do is just stare
into the beauty that is blue and white
the serenity that is open and there

0 Quote and advice for teenagers

keep this in mind

All teenagers in society should learn one simple rule: Just because life shelters you, doesn't give you the right to behave like bullies

0 Quote: intellectual thoughts

don't let them slip away

When you stumble across intelligent ideas -philosophies- you need to take hold and integrate them into who you are -not let them drift away into obscurity

0 Quote: on reality

reality is what you make it

What you learn from fantasy is that reality could be so much more

0 Quote: on dreams

dreams clashing with reality

Don’t let your dreams slip away, too far to reach for

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0 Exhausted from thought poem

drifting into serenity

Exhausted from thought
therefore, don't think or ponder
let my mind wander
down the abyss of undreamt worlds
into the sea of oblivion 
rolling in a row boat that rows on forever 
into the horizon-less sky of my mind

0 Best Egg Sandwich Ever: Recipe

Messy, but oh so delicious...

Ingredients
  • Hamburger buns
  • Nature's Harmony extra large eggs
  • Mayo
  • Louisiana hot sauce 
  • Oil 
Info
  • I use the hamburger buns without milk -since I have a milk allergy- and they taste good. I don't think you should have that much milk anyways. 
  • Nature's Harmony extra large eggs is the secret ingredient - has 25% less fat than ordinary eggs with more vitamins- also, no hormones added or antibiotics, and fed nutritious food. I recommend paying the extra money- healthier and makes a big difference in taste.
  • Mayo- I use the regular, but you can use low-fat.
  • Louisiana hot sauce is fantastic on it- I don't use ketchup cause I am allergic- enough foods already have tomatoes if you ask me.  
Directions
  • Heat up non-stick skillet with a dab of oil - or cooking spray- and cook on high with nothing on it, let it heat for a couple of minutes, or until hot. I used a grill skillet to give the eggs a slashed look. Also, when it has grooves on the skillet- eggs don't wander as much when on an uneven oven-top. 
  • Carefully crack egg and directly -carefully- drop onto skillet. The egg will be cooked over-easy -both sides will be cooked with the liquid yolk in the middle- which is what makes it messy!
  • After 30 seconds to a minute- turn down skillet to medium-high or medium. This is to cook the eggs without ruining them- burning them or getting them stuck to the skillet. Also, helps preserve the flavor. 
  • When the egg white starts to get solid and firm -don't flip the eggs too soon, they will be fine; I have a problem flipping the eggs too soon-  and the bottoms are sturdy enough to flip...flip with spatula onto other side.
  • Put egg onto hamburger bun- put a dab of mayo and a lesser dab of Louisiana hot sauce on top.
  • When you first bite into it, it is very messy, so make sure you have a plate underneath it! 
I hope you enjoyed this quick recipe tip for making the perfect egg sandwich. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think of my blog- as well as any suggestions! 

Nov 11, 2010

0 Here I Remain Invisible poem

within my world...

I'm invisable
cloaked in inaction
observing my own internal world

and I avoid other lives
all of their collisions
on their journey through this world onto the next
to remove the conflicts and disarray, the subtext

To steal away my world, by removing the disruptive
the poisoning souls living in decay
that don't belong inside this man
so I clock my world behind my words
and let the flood of spiritual traffic pass me by

Here I remain invisible

0 This Generic World poem

a slow march to hell

This generic world
like weeds in a garden of souls
corrupting and infesting and overpopulating
tainting and infecting over all of the other auras and energies
draining the soil of emotions, of nutrients, of substance
robbing everyone else of growth

Roots entangling through every life
like thieves, robbing from us: who we are
ensnaring our dreams, our thoughts, our minds
in this experimental hell
until all of us are turned into snails
drones slowly marching to hell

0 New Gulliver's Travels 2010 Commentary

upgrade -2.0

After watching the trailer for a brief moment, I must say: Gulliver Travel's, without the intelligence for the new generation. They, basically, replace intelligence with comedy and special effects. And also, lower complexity in language.

Details:
Travel writer Lemuel Gulliver takes an assignment in Bermuda, but ends up on the island of Liliput, where he towers over its tiny citizens.

Director: Rob Letterman
Writers: Joe Stillman (screenplay), Nicholas Stoller (screenplay), and 1 more credit »
Stars: Jack Black, Emily Blunt and Jason Segel
Release Date: 22 December 2010 (USA)

Gulliver's Travels 2010

0 Quote on creativity

redesign our mind

Creativity isn't just about inventing the new, but redesigning the old

0 Broken Eyes poem

jump inside and see what awaits

When I look into those broken eyes
reflections and exileration
a world in demise
raining deep beyond the sensation
I get this hunger to jump inside

Nov 10, 2010

0 Dream Acrostic Poem

Master of nothing

Disembodied soul
Resting upon
Eternity
And
Master of nothing

Nov 9, 2010

1 Instinctual Love Poem

will it ever end...

Our love is an instinctual love
without thought or reason
just pure concentrated emotion
coarsing through our hearts
and we wonder if, it will ever end

0 Food for thought: Visual movie age

the new generations

The newer generation is borne into a movie age of astonishing visual effects and animations. However, is it taking away from them, the essence of a story, the plot behind the visuals. Seems like movies are becoming more eye candy than depth, and lacking heart and soul. This beacons the question, can immersion in visual effects be it'
s own genre?

What will happen in the future of storytelling...

This was my: Food for thought.

2 Shadow Box of Hers poem

light up the darkness

She's my window frame
my window pane
which I lay upon
all the oranments of my soul

My glass heart
fractuals reflecting in the dark
all of my joy and pain

My eyes are like gems
resembling the milky way
solar systems apart
clarify to a universe of disarray

A puzzle box holds my emotions
next to a pen shaped like a sword
made of my words, along with devotion
displayed in this shadowbox of hers

0 This is the Human Soul poem

these moral codes of ours

Within us our grand cities
built of moral code

these aliens structures and cilivizations
over which we rule

this is a human soul

0 This World poem

This world, this world beneath my feet
slowly devouring with insational hunger
itself, to the underground within

and we live in this dark and grimson world
full of a Gothic and grungy fill
that drains away the supstance and light
to be forever sealed

0 Inherited Paper poem

Write all that you can
and let the papers when you die
inherit your heart and soul
and let the dream that is you
inhabit and grow, falling upward into the sky

Nov 8, 2010

1 Quote: Despair

When despair is the only emotion you can feel, transform it into art.

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Nov 7, 2010

1 Duplicitous Black Pupils Poem

Eyes, brown like an ocean of mud
looking up into the sky, like blue cotton
deep into her blue cotton eyes
where all I see are her duplicitous black pupils 
staring back at me with hidden emotions

Like the contrast between night and day
both of us, each apart of the others world

0 Quote: About Faith

When faith is all you have, you learn to keep dreaming.

Nov 6, 2010

0 Quote: What Makes Us, us

Is what makes us, us, just a single breath

0 A Single Breath Poem

When does a heart sing more beautifully
than when drowning in dark dreams

within this inner world of fantasy
an ocean of treasure and fiends

Where does a heart beat more beautifully
than caught between fear and aspiration
the only musical cords from our exasperation

outside this inner world of flesh
tangible only as a single breath

0 Quote: About Time

It's not how long you known someone, it's how much time you spent with them.

Nov 5, 2010

0 In this World of Fireflies

I sit upon wherever and wonder
what type of man I am and exponentially ponder
down the back alleyways of my mind
where my life has gone asunder and trash is piled high

what type of man is this, is I
am I only decent in thought, in theory, in whatever
without any substance, any action, like the rolling thunder
and I can't come up with an answer

Whys flutter like fireflies to the only flame
walking around going insane
excuses to why I don't do anything, anything at all
and the only word that enters my mind is cowardice

Self-explanations, intellectual observations, to satisfy
satisfy the darkness within resembling light, to believe the lie
that all these truths are fiction, and I am caught in a rendition
an audition for a character with a past deeper than the sky

if the sky was a grave, a million deaths of a single me
with spirits, daydreams, figments of my imagination portraying all the what-ifs and could-bes
and my world is drowned in this Gothic texture overlaying my heart
in this world of fireflies

0 Drunken Tavern Poem

All the dreams are gone
inside this tavern inside my chest
the air now, is only filled with song
and inside my soul is only liqueur

this now holds all of my splendor

There are no more dreams to be dreampt
no more sleep to be slumbered
I now, solely exist in a waken blizzard
within this dark and dreary tavern

a port of call to all of the givers of up and down

The whiskey is strong, my senses are dim
the monster calls, from deep within, all of the trash and sin
and I ignore all that I am, inside this world
replacing truth and facts and reality with more contentious lies

and soon my other world is drowned away with unremembered sighs

My memories I let decay, let wonder
leave the door, piggy-backing upon another
that comes and go, to and fro, out and in
through beyond the main door, whereat, I don't know where it ends

and I steal more suitable souls from these fictitious men

0 Depths of my soul by Ashley and Anthony Souls (me)

Why does everyone
want to pick the locks that holds the depth of my soul

everything I do is wrong in their
soft angelic eyes

telling me the wrongs
the disillusions of my own world
are all lies

that I made my world a hell
and I made a deal with the devil

but who knows the depths of my soul?
Who knows the inner workings of my brain
heart and soul

Not those who think these things about me
who always wants to point out my fatal flaws
scars that I made in this world

Thinking that isolating me
will make me vulnerable/naked
so I will follow every little word they say

But what they don't know
is this....

I follow God and my heart
and it tells me to be my own person
and not rely on peoples words

where they all spout lies and deception
twist and turn the truth
for their own personal gain

and in the dark, dank, and dreary corner of my eyes
misery lurks around every corner
trying to bury doubt deep into the cracks of my brain

To sip every drop of my soul
till the only things left inside me are
empty and broken like a wasted rag-doll

Nov 4, 2010

0 Quote: Heaven is

Heaven is difference thriving in in-deference  

0 Quote: Love Yourself

Love yourself,
don't try to fulfill it through another's love.

0 Poem: Emotionally Inept, Know it Alls

Some people are emotionally inept
unable to feel, unable to know
what a heart's intelligence bestows

Unable to look past the structure and frame
to truly explore, every cranny and lane
they just don't know, yet they know everything

Everything down nothing lane
without streets covered and stained
in misery and pain and sunlight appearing from not a thing

They drive past windows and doors
they overlook the cracks in the bricks and floors
not noticing the details along the walls
they are just your everyday know it alls

They miss out on the substance and awe
the epiphanies inside the porcelain dolls
the locks and keys hidden beneath trash and flaws
never to second guess it all

Nov 3, 2010

0 Quote: Books of Epiphany

Epiphany is the messenger of truth,
it opens books that our eyes doesn't see

0 Quote: Writer Hearts

Writers must lower themselves down,
to the depths of their hearts

0 Quote: Infinite Change

Christianity isn't about instantaneous perfection, but the infinite change and grow unto perfection

0 Quote: Sometimes

Sometimes its not worth not letting people into your life

0 Quote: Indefinite Universe

When you take in: an indefinite universe which is infinite, you can't predict what will happen. So there is no point placing limitations until it becomes needed. Else, you will only limit your possibilities.  

0 New blog look, faster loading, and subscribe supporting options!

I decided to add a paypal subscribe button to this blog to support it and still provide content to those that don't subscribe.
Hosting the blog elsewhere and making it membership only wasn't working and didn't really suite me.
Enjoy and hope to see you around,

Oct 29, 2010

0 Working on subscription based blog

Working on a subscription based blog, coming along nicely, if anyone is interested in knowing more- Comment here :)

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Oct 28, 2010

0 Quote on perceptions. A palindrome.

There are many perceptions to one truth, and one truth to many perceptions.

0 Quote: Things to keep in mind

Relationships are hindered by assumptions.

Oct 27, 2010

0 Would you pay for blog content?

I started thinking about ways to make money online while doing what I love, and stumbled upon the idea of blog subscriptions/RSS. So my question to you is, would you pay a monthly subscription to a literature blog?

What I would like to include in the literature blog are short stories, novel chapters, epic or longer poetry, and perhaps essays. Perhaps a couple posts each week.

If you would pay for such content, how much would you pay a month? I have a lot of novel ideas I been wanting to work on, I would like readers, also would like to make some money off of them. Well, any feedback will be most welcomed :)

Sincerely, me

0 Life is a fairy tale poem

Life is a fairy tale
soaked in misery infused ale
deprived of all its splendor
as winter without snow

Its a dream
robbed of all its magic
real to its very seam
without all but so tragic

Life is a drunken man
stumbling and without measure
soaked to the brim
without any treasure

Its a man without emotion
deprived of all his fire
wandering about without devotion
trying to reignite his fire

0 Tiger's lil kids poem

My nose is particularly cold today
my ears are particularly hot
My eyes are particularly clear today
my tongue is particularly not

My paws are perpetual
this quandary is quite complex
in the quantum scheme of things
my thinking is a mess

My tail is a singularity
I contribute it all my prosperity
and it ominously snared me
so bare with me this fair you see

Oct 26, 2010

0 Toiling hearts quote

When two hearts beat as one,
they toil the most

0 Move the moment quote

When a moment doesn't move me,
I move the moment

Oct 25, 2010

0 Scent of my love poem

She smells like the soft scent of flowers carried on the evening breeze
taken from a far, far, far world, beyond the stars

A salty scent carried off from a white sand beach
the smell of air waves mixed on-top with ocean

A musky fire fueled by flowers and leaves
that paints the image of a tribal aloha around me

This is the scent of my love

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Hope to hear from you,

0 Holy Ghost is crying inside: Christian poem

The holy ghost is crying inside
dark fantasies flashing by like car lights
thoughts detouring down the wrong path
I am losing myself fast

Speeding down a flood of tears
a world without rainbows and calmness to my fears
full of monsters made of mirrors
and I am just losing myself in it all

0 Withhold myself poem

Can I hold, love a single flower forever
without variety or other substance
to withhold a part of myself
for my dark soul to play

yet I constantly withhold the night from the day
create variety within my world, my way
losing myself in the giving of myself
wondering how much of myself is here to stay

Oct 24, 2010

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Oct 23, 2010

0 Yet to be poem

A moment's worry
a futures obscurity
thoughts casscading into eternity
the what ifs and possibilities yet to be

0 I shouldn't feel poem

Sometimes you just want to hurt someone
shouting words that are half-true, half-lies, or completely one way
just to make them suffer, feel as you do

amplified by a million hearts
amplified by a million tears
anger hotter than a demon my stature

and this makes me feel as if I shouldn't feel, anyways

Oct 22, 2010

0 Can't be the dream, mini poem

Before you were just a dream, I dreamt of you
now that you are real, I turn blue
that I can't be the dream for you

0 Dark Love Poem

You have destroyed my love
smudged it against the window of my eyes
chopped away at it with your words
until all I could feel was the cold numbness of ice
that sweet exhale of winter

And now my tears are frozen inside
icicles hanging from the cuts along my heart
the gashes that should be spilling blood
wondering how we got here

Didn't even realize it was this dark...

Oct 20, 2010

0 Becoming a Monster: Poem

Who are you when you can't stop becoming a monster
changing from that sudden surge of emotion
that wipes away all reason and rhyme
and you can't even hear yourself knocking to wake up
because you are dormant and still
Lost in the moment, in the transformation

0 Intellect and composition: Mini poem

What came so easily with inspiration
is fleeting without, into the quaint obscurity
and all that is left is the intellect and composition
trying to, with it's artistry, to assemble something tangible, real

Oct 19, 2010

0 Another life ago, poem

I met my fiancee another life ago
in another world, from another place that has long departed
and just as a dream, the memories seem both fictional and not
my past has become buried under all the new moments that came afterwords
and I begin to wonder what's next, and who I was

Oct 18, 2010

0 Caught between here and there poem

In my heart
spews a bewitching spell
cast about my eyes
truth and lies ready to spill
out onto the canvas of the world

And as they spill
I can hear the amplified noise
crashing waves upon a world that's still
made up of yesterday

and I watch
caught between here and there

1 Forgotten Memories of Yesterday Poem

Do we loose ourselves
in the forgotten memories of yesterday
or are they integrated into our every day

As half-remembered dreams,
faded emotions-
mixed into every changing potions
descendents of our ancestry chain

Of every piece that died
every innocence lost as we cried
buried under an ocean of tears
taken deep into our darkest fears

Forever wondering within ourselves

Oct 17, 2010

1 Observations Quote on greatness

t is odd that I can spot greatness in others, get into stuff that everyone gets into, and yet, can't spot the same greatness in myself.

Oct 7, 2010

1 Short Poem: Standing Still

I can't comprehend innocence anymore
my soul has drifted too far away
from those sunny days of standing still

Oct 4, 2010

0 Quote on Hard Times

Hard times, nothing but hard times and an even harder future. What are you to do but hope, that one moment will change your life forever. Reverse all of the damage that has been done. Take away the misery that has followed you like its been there forever.

Sep 16, 2010

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Sep 14, 2010

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Sep 13, 2010

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0 Quotes for today

I know I haven't been posting written art lately, so here are some quotes for you to ponder while they are still on my mind.

  1. When you are far older than you are young, then you are wise
  2.  When you have absolutely nothing, you feed on what's inside. 
Thanks and hope you enjoy!

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Sep 10, 2010

0 Pet-cons - new digital designer of pets business

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Sep 6, 2010

0 Quote for today.

Art is creativity turned into intelligence.

Sep 5, 2010

0 Sweet recognition of yesterday poem

In the moonlight I tremble
in the dim sweet breeze of tomorrow

tainted by the sweet recognition of yesterday

Sep 1, 2010

0 Just starting a Logo Design Business - Need one?

If you need a logo, I'm your man. Tweet me up at @AnthonySouls and find out more.
Pay if you want it - No Fuss - Hope to hear from you soon!

Aug 29, 2010

0 Soliloquy for Another : Poem

In the backdrop of stage, as characters freeze and time stops, I breathe and want.
Breathe and want to express what my love refuses, out of stubbornness or pride, or singularity of her life.
There she's caught, in poise and form, wondering not whats next or present or what just past her by.
Therefore, in-between heaven and hell of time, I speak to this audience, I now can comprehend with my ears and eyes.
To speak this soliloquy for another.

She wears white, just as white wears black, caught up in her own ambiguity, between here and there.
What does she know of despair or beauty, with pupils always in shadow, and shadow always beauty.
She knows not my angst, my love, my ever glancing eye, what power my heart beats- beat, to live such a lie.
That, I, would certainly die to protect such a flower from a withering world.

The world withers around her, each soul an alleyway, grimy and full of- ever such decay.
There are no delusions within her, shes grown accustomed to life being this way, and there lies in the beauty.
Beauty in the darkness, the abstract shadows, the ambiguity of it all- crossing over to day.
But her world is about to crumble and fall away, from the parchment eyes of an observer.
Her world toss into disarray.

I can remember what her heart spoke moments back, lost in her own thoughts, wondering to and fro, fro and to.
When she glanced, lingering for a second- stared, into my ever knowing eyes, my every knowing heart.
Caught in the twinkle, in the fluctuating pupils, that leaked out for but a moment, that-that...

Aug 28, 2010

1 The Puppet: poem

I'm a branch that denies the tree,
apart yet can never be, can never be.

I grow in loneliness, that I bear,
old and withered, the heaven is all I can share.

I look up, I look down,
swallowed up by the shadows upon the ground, upon the ground.

Oh, how I wish, I could wonder away,
be hacked down and turned into a man with legs

A man assembled from the wooden blocks, from a carpenters hand,
into a puppet that can love and dance, from my strings, from my strings.

Then, to be accepted into a new tree, become a new branch,
have a new family that would accept me, for me.

One, I could talk to with all my heart, be apart of,
rely on as my world destroys around me, around me.

Those sleepy nights upon my bed, next-store to the ones I love,
no longer who I was, with words and legs, ready to dance.

Aug 24, 2010

1 Recovering from abuse : My personal views essay

*Disclaimer- This information is my own personal beliefs: I am not a medical professional; This information is not a substitute nor replacement for medical attention. Essay is “As is”.

New self verses old self? What is your old self?
Your old self is made up of: memories, patterns, reactions to incidents and how you process and handle the aftermath of those instances.

We are shaped by patterns: how we expect and accustomed ourselves to react to stimuli. I believe that what patterns we let into us, shapes us greatly. If we allow ourselves to be shaped by negative patterns, then we integrate that into who we are; in order to heal, we must break those patterns with positive ones. Examples are: If you allow people to beat you, don't let them beat you; if you allowed yourself to cuss, retrain yourself from cussing, if someone forced something upon you, don't let it have power, and so on. I believe that once a pattern develops, once you let it occupy time in your life and have power, it will take just as much time to recover from it: don't let it consume you for so long, or at all.

The only way I can see you overcoming it sooner is, register within yourself that you are a completely different person, take the steps that will convince you that your different and tell yourself: you will react differently to the toxic choices you've been making. Then do it. If you can register inside yourself that you are, indeed, a new person; see yourself reacting differently, then I think you can heal faster and not relapse as much.

Relapsing is normal, we all do it, don't let it cause you to forget that you can change. Sometimes we feel hopeless and like our lives are stuck down an irreversible path, we aren't though. When one relapses, think of all the different choices you've made, concentrate on the positive side of yourself, do something completely different then you would have before.

How we react to situations is very important, they define and show proof of who we are: when we fall, we fall hard; when we succeed, we have memories to solidify who we have become. Next time you are tested, show yourself who you are by not falling back into your patterns: it's hard and new choices have new consequences. The whole idea of changing your choices is to break the pattern you've developed.

How you react to the choices you've made is very important: don't let a fall, a negativity, semi-truths and semi-lies shape who you are. How you deal and handle your choices, what you learn from it, is quintessential to your personalities makeup. Decide what you want to incorporate and disregard. We are, what we are. We are, what we believe ourselves to be.

In order to become someone new, you've got to improve yourself where you can rely on your own. You have to be-able to be yourself regardless of whose in your life. You got to be self-sufficient. It's very wonderful to have people lift you up, but you got to stay up on your own two feet. You have to acknowledge that you've changed with substantial proof: proof that will prove to you, you are not completely the same anymore. You have to spend time fighting yourself, until you are victorious. When the effort put into solving the problem exceeds the effort that made it, I believe you will be better. My final words are: it's imperative to remove yourself or take away the destructive lifestyle to recover.

Ideas you can do to help yourself:
Learn and do something new, outside and inside of your element: define new patterns for yourself.
Make a new friend to let you explore your new side more easily.
Try a different appearance out: one that matches who the new you is.
Write a story involving the new you in a fantasy: explore the instances that defined your old self.
Express your emotions in a dairy or poetry: describe how you wish you handled the situation.
Make a list of goals to work on, then work on them.

0 Tracking Chips in School Ids : Personal View

While watching the news on television, I head a concept of adding tracking chips to student id's at a school. A security company wants to use federal money to fund it. Let me start by saying: This is a horrible idea of security for schools. It violates their rights and have numerous unforeseen side affects.

The first thing that comes to mind is, privacy invasion: why should our students be put under policies that we wouldn't subject our adult world to? Also, the idea has the potential of tracking students at home or being hacked for ominous purposes. Futhermore, if we let a system of tracking to be implemented in our schools and it takes, what's next? Even if you aren't a christian, seems like a stepping step to the mark of the beast.

Next, how is this going to work, other then implanting the chips directly into the students flesh? What if you forget your id card? Don't want to be tracked and leave the id somewhere? Want to ditch and have another friend to hold it? The possibilities of unintended side-effects boggle the mind. In order to successfully implement such a system, students will have to be monitored every second of every moment of every day. Students would have to not be allowed to school without an Id. Students would have to replace an id if lost, re-implement them into the system, and of course: probably would cost more money to the poor unfortunate soul.

After all is said, these are just the first thoughts that comes to mind, what didn't I think of yet? Terrifying... What will people think of next? We already, mandatory, require adopted pets to have implanted chips or be killed. Companies already implement hand scanners for hour logging; Cars are low-jacked with anti-theft mechanisms; Now kids are being subjected to possible monitoring cards? How is that really going to stop anything? How would the system handle duplicated chips?

Oh wells, I felt like writing about an actual topic for once..... Sigh, Now I hear that a school in Los Angele's is about to build a luxury high school and New York has luxury school already, while all these other schools are falling apart- Sigh. One word: Demented.

Aug 21, 2010

0 Fantasy poem ; Pandora land.

My Pandora's box, it ticktocks-ticktock-ticktock
telepathy is knocking into my mind
and I can't look away, look from night into day

I'm trapped inside this black room
night dark as the suit of a groom
why can't I put this box down, what within me has it found

Insanity latched onto me, in a way I cannot see
the smooth, cold texture of this metallic demon, serenades to me
a siren locked inside without a key, and I can hear her so perfectly

Beside my bed, upon a stand, I set this cube from my hand
upon my pillow, I depart into a foreign land
to weeping nightmares, psychically linked to Pandora land

P.s.: Originally was trying to write a Gothic opera song (lol).

Aug 20, 2010

0 Draw a Blank Poem

My heart is too occupied, my mind is too blank
I sit here at a canvas: without any words to weep
all I have is- a heart without words and a mind without a brush
therefore, I sit staring beyond myself, into the distance and around the bend
down the dark alley ways, into a world of sin
where Gothic shadows taint- oh, so beautifully
and the world can't keep up or contain it's heart beat

My heart lives in a void, that nothing can fill
it craves to empty itself and splatter itself all over the world
out of my chest, bleeding into the gutters, away from my dreams, away from the whispers and mutters
until I'm in a place, where I no longer need to feel
as if, I need to be running while standing still
that I need to paint, in order to be real

0 My Absence poem

Am I but a dream, tainted by life
destroyed by the knowledge, that I'm just- but a dream
that I can never exist, become what my heart aches to be
is this- the real me

I see this world from beyond themselves
beyond what is, out of sync and incomplete
and there is no similarity between my heart and this
life hides, avoiding me

Under covers upon my bed is where I belong
my head beneath a worn out pillow; my eyes closed out to the light peering in
and my mind occupied with thoughts, too busy to comprehend
my departure, my absence as a man

Aug 17, 2010

0 Cherry Blossoms and Gray Poem

My soul is the wind, blowing her cherry blossom heart
petals whirlpool around me, her kissing lips, I can see nothing else
I stand beneath her in awe, contentment
bound by the force that, there could be no one else

Birds chirp upon the branches
summoning angels down from heaven
down, underneath the foliage, within the soft light of gray
upon the green overgrowth of grass, overlooking a world of dismay

Aug 16, 2010

0 My Broken Heart Poem

My broken eyes
gaping holes
rocks ascended, never to come back home
shards like claws, like tree branches outside, reaching across my life
peering into my- ever so private abode

The cold ice numbs, it glazes blue
that blue tint, the color of a sad melody, musical notes upon my balcony
frozen angel wings, smoke colored breathes puffs like a train
and I'm so accustomed, I don't even seem to care about the pain

Inside the cloak of velvet black air
where mirrors aren't mirrors, showcasing my despair
where shadows aren't shadows, walking between here and there
do I exist, where there is no light to see

Still, oh still, I quiet my thoughts
I try to erase them from my mind, erase them from my mind, erase them from my mind
I try to tell my heart to stop beating, stop beating, oh ever stop beating
but I can't seem to get them to listen, can't seem to get them to care

Therefore sleep calls, sleep softly calls to me
softly steals from me- who I am
steals away the curtains of whats real from whats not
buries me under sheet after sheet of existence until...
until nothing is left of the real world or the real me

Aug 7, 2010

0 My Boo Poem

I say this without dismay
boo oh boo to you on this very day
boo like a ghost in a haunted house
boo like the wind creeping up on a mouse.

Jul 21, 2010

0 The Life-line of rain poem

The thunder pounds like a god's heartbeat
shattering all other noise
wrenching the rain from the clouds
and taking away the world's poise

And the streets become shallow rivers
full of reflections and shimmers
displaying a darkly broken world
falling off the edge of life

Into the gutter
deep down the oil covered walls
beats the patter of toxic waterfalls
and lies the dark catacombs of pipes

Jul 13, 2010

1 Her heart spilling over, poem

Forever one second til,
one heartbeat from, stuck in time,
an eternity of moments undone.

In lyrical footsteps or shattered glass,
slithered pieces of a blue moon reflecting fractured paths,
falling off of moments gone by.

His heart tipping over,
upon glass, teeter-tottering choices,
one soul traveling one path, one page half mast.

How many angles in the ocean,
angels numbered on the sand, seashells crushed,
until a dream makes it unto land.

0 Like a painting, poem

She's lying inside her own world,
on the floor of an earthy ocean,
hidden in the antique wheat fields,
dazing into the storm brewing overhead.

Waves of wind gallops through the golden rows.
Loco-motions of fury and rage grows and grows,
screaming songs to the daydreaming maiden.

Her reality drifting away,
slipping away from her like the string tied to a balloon,
traveling upward like a moth to a flame,
carrying away with it her soul.

She wears a Victorian-style dress,
thinking of how she would look from the angle of a treetop;
Perhaps like a painting, drying on an easel,
In the blurry distance, on an impressionistic hill,
no longer interested in what happens next.

Oh! how she's like a painting, waiting for the rain to fall...

May 18, 2010

0 A bird's shadow

A bird's shadow
fly's across the panting, white cement
an oriental painting in motion: swallowed by passing clouds

May 12, 2010

0 Nostalgia of what to be

Nostalgia of tomorrow instead of yesterday
a reverse metamorphosis cascading from beauty to cocoon
my graveyard of possibilities never to bloom
I remain nestled in these choices of today

0 Outside of my world

Sitting outside on the lip of my home's porch
perched like a homeless man with no where else to go
gazing out into suburbia towards the street lights

My mind like a moth drawn to the alien, angelic lights
stretching out and dispersing from fantasy into reality
like the cut of a diamond, spreading their wings out into the gritty city

Outside my world and left untamed, the underworld of my dreams
where sight, touch, smell are all amplified and too real
for where without my world do I belong?

Mar 24, 2010

0 Kneading my Brain poem

It's evening
I'm inside the bathroom
looking into the mirror
opening up my head
taking out my brain like a washrag

The light flows in from down the hallway
bending into the mirror's depths
displaying my melancholy face
the faded surroundings that all seem gray

Wringing out my brain over the sink
draining all of my emotions and thoughts
swirling down the white ceramic sink
all my monstrous desires

I apply strawberry-colored soap to my brain
kneading it deep into my brain
trying to wash out the blood, the filth, the dull textures
the voices that repeat inside of my head
the torment of my present

0 Princess: Stepping back into your painting poem

Princess
oh princess, surrounded by mother nature
in your formal attire
outside of your element of social etiquette

Away from your castle
from your entourage
the props and elaborately constructed stage
artificial scripts and rules

Holding up your dress: you dance
trot through the trees, flowers, grass
going back to your carriage
stepping back into your panting

Mar 23, 2010

0 Inverted Eyes Poem

What defines my eyes
my deep brown puddles
images sinking into me like quicksand
burring me in this world of mine

Shadows and reflections
tearing thoughts into two mirrors
a mirror to my darkness, a mirror to my love
a whirlpool of ambivalent emotions

Why do they sink into me like the sun
betraying my internal dialogue
instilling into my slumbered self
all that I swept under the rug

wishing if I close my eyes, I could slip away
no longer know of this world
where my senses are inverted
exploring my reality of truths and lies

0 Difficulty quote

Difficulty brings out a person's bad character: Repeated hardships instills that character into you

0 Human Reflections Poem

There is a vent inside my prison
beside the right side of my bed
and through it I discuss my mind's reflections

It's a furnace for my emotions of coal
fueling the fire and rage bottled inside
whisking off my steam to some unknown land

It's a cup and string through space and dimension
connecting me to an ear that may care to listen
listen to the internal ramblings of a human soul

I talk to myself, to this imaginary friend that steals my problems away
carries them off to some alien world, where they will never find it's way back
And tell of my daily life just before bed

0 Sewer Soliloquy poem

Where has my mind gone...
dragged through the gutter
rotting in stagnated dreams

thinking into the storm drains
soliloquy of my voice echoing down the sewers
seeping into the underbelly of life

Hope seems another world away
where angels replaces flies
and thoughts didn't fit into how the world tick-talks by

Mar 21, 2010

0 Star dust in Obsidian

I'm just made of words
star dust in obsidian
looking from a far in each direction
in the direction of my heart
in the direction of the world
wondering if my life will just drip
one droplet at a time
down the abyss of time

0 Just Made of Words

I'm just made of words
living in a card board box
a comfortable, decorated, box of dreams

Inside I lay upon my bed
pondering, thinking, wondering inside of my head
dreaming, hoping, wishing for something more

Each night I go to sleep
each morning I awake from a world of depth
a world which I belong to more than this existence

I'm just made of words
without actions, verb, a life to call my own
and my life is just stored in my head, my heart, words on a piece of electronic paper

0 Quote on moral ambiguity

The world is full of moral grays and is more condensed on the darker spectrum.

0 Quote on defining poetry

What is poetry but the structure of the soul that constructs the human heart.

0 Quote on Inheritance

God gave us the world so everything good or bad in the world is made from our own doings.

0 Quote on Complicated

We complicate what's simple and simply what's complicated.

0 Quote on Individuality

A group of people want to be the same as an individual wants to be different. The irony and paradox of it all.

0 Quote on mistakes

The first major mistake of your life changes who you are

Mar 20, 2010

0 World in a Mirror

I stand before a world in a mirror
all of the people in my life are but reflections
reflecting back my emotions, my words, a darker version of myself

Their tears become my tears
their depression seeps into my earth
their words become words I don't want to hear
just as I try to block out my own inner voice
for the peace and quiet of silence

and when I stand before this mirror all alone
looking back at a darker version of myself
I try not to inhale the same breaths as him

0 Who is God

Who is God?
Is he anything like the version of Him that I created inside my chest
Will he love me the same as I wanted to be loved
Would he tell me the same words I wished to hear
Will we keep the same relationship that I hold inside
Or won't he know me at all: won't he be there for me

Will God cast me into the fires of hell
Will I live in this well of torment for eternity
Pondering to a demented self my lunacy
How hot will the fires be that engulfs me
What will remain of me: will there be anything left of me at all

Mar 17, 2010

0 I recall who I was, who I am...

As I look back upon my segmented past
viewing the profile line of all the versions of myself
I contemplate who I am

All of the versions that had died
to produce the man you see before you
was it worth so much lost?

I have lost so many parts of myself
trying to hold on to as many fragments as I can
to save the degradation of my soul

Trying to preserve my child-like heart inside
growing with wisdom and imagination
to not rot away into nothing

'Tho I perceive an ocean of lost dreams
bringing me into the undertow of life
I recall who I was, who I am...