My Mother is a Toaster

I've made it my current life goal to see Iron Man 2, especially with this trailer out.

5 Long Years

Since you asked me for that,
The small treasure I'd hoarded after the 11th celebration of my birth.
Since you stole from me
The ocean of compassion I held for you.
5 Long Years ago. Baba.


The forest is dark, cold, unforgiving, and bitter.
I am a child, walking with my Guardian, tasked to keep me safe,
To protect me from the evils lurking in this mist.
Beasts with a thousand eyes and a thousand fangs,
Tear at the ground, rabid, eager to claw at my back.

But whilst you are there, they cannot touch me.
With your bright light, broad as a coast line, deep as its waters, safe as an island.

A smile.

In your long Grey Armor,

Second-Hand Jacket.

In your Red Chariot,

Peugeot 406.

Crashed so many times, never a graze on your steel skin. Untouchable.
Unforgiveable.

You held my hand, as I trod the ground in this new world and
Grasped at the moss around my feet.
You stepped further away, yet never too far,
Always stood by my side, your hug, a shield,
Always a flame turned to the evils of this forest.

11 years walking with you, I run back, after venturing further,
A Siren, bearing hooks for eyes, and a knife to it's own stomach,
Has caught my Saint, the one who lost the need for protection long ago.
I run to the life-line, screaming for you.
But you are no-where to be found now.

All I owned, all I knew to be true, you had taken,
And vanished from this world, taking all you ever were.
I sat, slumped, on a tree-root, cold, alone, with only the Siren for company.
The Saint would have helped me, yet he was ensnared by It's deceitful gaze.
I called out for you, a thousand times, in vain.

Now, I stand tall, carry my own sword,

These words.

Stood not alone, as you did

With friends and loves.

With more light than you could ever bear.

With the knowledge I begged for from you.

The scars you left, deeper than any beast of this forest could tear. Healed.
Yet in my sleep, as I drifted in the moonlight,
They split asunder.

Despite yourself, Father, I miss you.

You Are What You Believe

Belief: "The psychological state in which an individual holds a proposition or premise to be true."

'I believe in the word of Jesus Christ our Lord, that all men should suffer for their crimes.

'I believe in Barack Obama for President! YES WE CAN!'

'I believe that everything is what I perceive it to be.'

'I believe in humanity.'

'I believe that weed is the answer bro, the grass gave me back my eyesight!'

'I believe that Bigfoot is my estranged auntie.'

'I believe in the flying spaghetti monster.'

'I believe in God.'

I believe in none of these things.

I believe:
I believe in the individual person, but not in the people.
I believe that Pandora's probably real, somewhere. (No)
I believe in UFOs. (Yes)
I believe that there is more to this reality than we can comprehend.
I believe that certain emotions are obsolete.
I believe that everything can be written as equations.
I believe that I will one day venture beyond the Earth's atmosphere.
I believe that the right sentence can change the course of history.
I believe that all I can be sure of is My own consciousness.
I believe that we can all be Gods of our own visions on the world.
I believe in Me.
I believe in You.

To know your beliefs - is to know yourself - is to know the mind of God. What do you believe?

When I'm Tired

2 Lines long? We 2 Lines intertwine.
2 Line's psychic connection. 2 Lines explore. Every dimension of each line.

Blinding Light; Closes one eye; Opens the other

Go. But stay before you do. I lose my senses, slowly but surely.

"In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is King".
But his Queen sees and feels, suffers the envy of the people.

I sit within this palace of Glistening Silver and the Godless; I will have this eye. I will see you,
when you are not there.

This is a dream, you and I are all that is real, our Subjects are not.

With my hands, I feel the world, grasp this immaterial realm
in which we dwell.

With this voice, I empower the blind.

I hear the sound of your voice, when you are not speaking.

I smell the scent of your embrace, when you hold not myself.

I taste the heat of your body, when it is cold and alone.

With this sword, slashing ink into their closed hearts,
I defend my kingdom, protect my Queen.

I know the pain that I will feel when your scent fades. At the end.

I will not awaken - if I wake from this dream, my sight will fade.
Back into the dark. Back into silent Hell. Not again.

The others, sit in the dark, blind to the truths
that bind
Us.

Angry at the sight we have shared.

At this sight you have given me, that blinds me to the dream which I am bound to,
And which makes all of our kingdom a reality.

This Tunnel - Sonnet 1

Swimming this river, into the tunnel,
to grasp the light at the end of it.
The sights and sounds, scents and silence
of the waters, becoming ever deeper.
Drift past the cracks in the walls,
slivers of gold and silver,
your words to me from afar.
Swim faster and harder,
light streams from these eyes to meet the end,
to meet the pools of your's,
Head and mind underwater, drifting deeper down into them.
Striving for the light in your endless smile.
Reach the end, feel it's heat for a second
Now back into the dark again, swim again.

I feel sad.

I feel sad.
I feel sad because i cannot be with the one who will make me happy.
I feel sad because being with the one who will make me happy would fulfill my needs, and by extension, would give me happiness.
I feel sad because i cannot fulfill my needs, and i cannot have happiness because of that.
I feel sad because i am selfish, and i want only to fulfill my needs, only for myself to be happy.
I feel sad because i am human.