Post by Revvie® on Nov 29, 2007 8:55:27 GMT -5
“O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell,
and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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The dreams, nightmares, the mirage of my life that is said to be and yet never spoke of in tongues not my own. Truly ending not my life but ending of my purity of existence and my fantasy of lies that tangle deep in my heart. My circulation is cut and the favored cells of red are but no more. The image upon the molding, melted into the seams of existence and drawn upon the pad of paper, a scribble of infinite shadows. Savory is the tongue that spears the minds of many of men but also of worth is truer of these minds.
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The dreams, nightmares, the mirage of my life that is said to be and yet never spoke of in tongues not my own. Truly ending not my life but ending of my purity of existence and my fantasy of lies that tangle deep in my heart. My circulation is cut and the favored cells of red are but no more. The image upon the molding, melted into the seams of existence and drawn upon the pad of paper, a scribble of infinite shadows. Savory is the tongue that spears the minds of many of men but also of worth is truer of these minds.
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“The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.”
To assume a pleasing shape.”
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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The orange cylinder taunted me with the capsules that stood within. I knew of them well, they are not my keeper, and they hold no promises yet I am drawn to their glow of essence. Each, tinged colored and smiling at me with teeth of golden idols. They are not my maker; they are not my savior but-. But, the word that can seal a fate or save a soul, I grasped the bottle. My palms were wet with both anticipation and anxiety of my looming choice. A twist and then a pop, the smiles inched closer, ever growing in lies of divinity. The pain worsened, my mind throbbed with unfulfilled thoughts. This haunting, this emotion, the feeling so unresolved could be cured if only by the insertion of a bitter yet euphoric dot. I dropped one out of the cylinder; the smiling bitter dots began to sing in chorus to me.
“Desire us for we are of no taste but of much satisfaction.” Each one chiming in with the next creating a wave of thoughts within me that could not be silenced. My tongue quivered, my mouth flung open and I launched the dot deep into the darkness. The dot began to fade, disintegrating as it slid down my throat and into the bowels of my soul. I favored not the taste but awaited the deception of peace to follow.
Desolate, then the room began to blur only for a moment and then it happened. The chemicals that held down my thoughts relinquished their grip and I was set free. Set free of the bonds of reality, the bonds of pain, the bonds of life. Safety, no longer a concern of my heart only breathing each moment is of concern. I thrive between need and want and have slain both and found resolve in the devil that lies between the pages of the warning.
I could hear the tapping, I turned quick to find what had caused the sound. I had been deceived by the dot; it had only been the reign upon my window seal. I lifted the chair beneath me and posed it in front of the window, the reign had taken on a most fascinating appeal if only due to the intoxication that pumped in my heart to all the streams of my mind. I sat gazing into the drops of reign; I saw something, a body, a person? It was gone, it had never been, I scrubbed my eyes of the delusion and peered again, my heavy breathing began to fog the window. I whisked my hand upon the glass, gently removing the fog and releasing another glimpse of a man that was not there. I then merely began to relate such instances to the façade of reality that the dot had imposed upon my being. I slumped back into my chair, drowsy became the name printed upon my lids and my body became as gelatin. The black took precedence over the light surrounding me and to the world of dreams I escaped.
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“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
In deepest consequence.”
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The orange cylinder taunted me with the capsules that stood within. I knew of them well, they are not my keeper, and they hold no promises yet I am drawn to their glow of essence. Each, tinged colored and smiling at me with teeth of golden idols. They are not my maker; they are not my savior but-. But, the word that can seal a fate or save a soul, I grasped the bottle. My palms were wet with both anticipation and anxiety of my looming choice. A twist and then a pop, the smiles inched closer, ever growing in lies of divinity. The pain worsened, my mind throbbed with unfulfilled thoughts. This haunting, this emotion, the feeling so unresolved could be cured if only by the insertion of a bitter yet euphoric dot. I dropped one out of the cylinder; the smiling bitter dots began to sing in chorus to me.
“Desire us for we are of no taste but of much satisfaction.” Each one chiming in with the next creating a wave of thoughts within me that could not be silenced. My tongue quivered, my mouth flung open and I launched the dot deep into the darkness. The dot began to fade, disintegrating as it slid down my throat and into the bowels of my soul. I favored not the taste but awaited the deception of peace to follow.
Desolate, then the room began to blur only for a moment and then it happened. The chemicals that held down my thoughts relinquished their grip and I was set free. Set free of the bonds of reality, the bonds of pain, the bonds of life. Safety, no longer a concern of my heart only breathing each moment is of concern. I thrive between need and want and have slain both and found resolve in the devil that lies between the pages of the warning.
I could hear the tapping, I turned quick to find what had caused the sound. I had been deceived by the dot; it had only been the reign upon my window seal. I lifted the chair beneath me and posed it in front of the window, the reign had taken on a most fascinating appeal if only due to the intoxication that pumped in my heart to all the streams of my mind. I sat gazing into the drops of reign; I saw something, a body, a person? It was gone, it had never been, I scrubbed my eyes of the delusion and peered again, my heavy breathing began to fog the window. I whisked my hand upon the glass, gently removing the fog and releasing another glimpse of a man that was not there. I then merely began to relate such instances to the façade of reality that the dot had imposed upon my being. I slumped back into my chair, drowsy became the name printed upon my lids and my body became as gelatin. The black took precedence over the light surrounding me and to the world of dreams I escaped.
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“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
In deepest consequence.”
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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The crack of Thunder preceded by the glow from beneath my lids brought me back before I could drift too far into the sea of my subconscious. This awakening was one that I had not expected but had brought me out of myself once again. Each flash was accompanied by a grumble of Thunder; the mere crashing of air is something that I do not fear. The electricity that was brought forth only amused my eyes for a moment before dwindling into the background.
I could sit still no longer, still the dot had sway over my mind and it wanted to be out in the reign. The air was cool, and soaked with the drops that poured for the vase in sky. Each tear of reign caressed my face and my eyes widened with understanding and precaution. I breathed deep, releasing fog with every exhale, the air felt cool on my throat. I felt revived and then with another flash I could see a man once again, this time for a bit longer then he had been before. I wandered closer, taking in his appearance. A beard encompassed his face and his smile was one of serenity. Eyes were of no one color but of many and were warm to the sight.
“Who-who are you?” The words penetrated my lips and rape the air with their curiosity. He just grinned with no sign of telling me. This time I grew angry with him, my patience was being tested and I had failed. “Who are you!?” This time my voice surely broke through his ears and would grapple his mind into submission.
His voice only accompanied the words that were resonated by his presence. “I am afraid you already know who I am Jason.”
I stared at him dumbly, the sound of Thunder in the background seem to become but a dull repetitive sound of a dying heart. Each beat only drawing in a small bit of attention and exhaling last breathes. “Jesus?” My voice was but of a dumbfounded child and could have not have sounded worse by any man. But despite the odd nature of this event, he nodded kindly as if gracing me with a gesture of knowledge. “But what are you doing here? I mean why can I see you, I’m-I’m not dead am I?” It’s odd how we can come from such intelligence and fall short under the king of kings and be brought to a questioning child like state.
He held no worries of this frame of being he had put me in. “You are not dead my son, I am merely hear to help you with your journey and your studies.” What did he mean by that? I had given up on his teaching, his word. This was not of life anymore yet here he stands before me clear as anything else in my life and is saying such things?
“This isn’t real, this can’t be real, you can’t really be here. It’s a hallucination, it’s reasonable, it’s acceptable. Yes, that’s all it is, a simple hallucination.” My sanity was crumpling and was slowly being pulled down into the storm drain that stood near by. I could feel my knees shaking needless at the thought of this possibly being real. It could not be of course, nothing of this magnitude could happen and not to those so undeserving as myself. I stood paralyzed by fear and face frozen in a look of confusion.
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“Though this be madness, yet there is method in't”
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The crack of Thunder preceded by the glow from beneath my lids brought me back before I could drift too far into the sea of my subconscious. This awakening was one that I had not expected but had brought me out of myself once again. Each flash was accompanied by a grumble of Thunder; the mere crashing of air is something that I do not fear. The electricity that was brought forth only amused my eyes for a moment before dwindling into the background.
I could sit still no longer, still the dot had sway over my mind and it wanted to be out in the reign. The air was cool, and soaked with the drops that poured for the vase in sky. Each tear of reign caressed my face and my eyes widened with understanding and precaution. I breathed deep, releasing fog with every exhale, the air felt cool on my throat. I felt revived and then with another flash I could see a man once again, this time for a bit longer then he had been before. I wandered closer, taking in his appearance. A beard encompassed his face and his smile was one of serenity. Eyes were of no one color but of many and were warm to the sight.
“Who-who are you?” The words penetrated my lips and rape the air with their curiosity. He just grinned with no sign of telling me. This time I grew angry with him, my patience was being tested and I had failed. “Who are you!?” This time my voice surely broke through his ears and would grapple his mind into submission.
His voice only accompanied the words that were resonated by his presence. “I am afraid you already know who I am Jason.”
I stared at him dumbly, the sound of Thunder in the background seem to become but a dull repetitive sound of a dying heart. Each beat only drawing in a small bit of attention and exhaling last breathes. “Jesus?” My voice was but of a dumbfounded child and could have not have sounded worse by any man. But despite the odd nature of this event, he nodded kindly as if gracing me with a gesture of knowledge. “But what are you doing here? I mean why can I see you, I’m-I’m not dead am I?” It’s odd how we can come from such intelligence and fall short under the king of kings and be brought to a questioning child like state.
He held no worries of this frame of being he had put me in. “You are not dead my son, I am merely hear to help you with your journey and your studies.” What did he mean by that? I had given up on his teaching, his word. This was not of life anymore yet here he stands before me clear as anything else in my life and is saying such things?
“This isn’t real, this can’t be real, you can’t really be here. It’s a hallucination, it’s reasonable, it’s acceptable. Yes, that’s all it is, a simple hallucination.” My sanity was crumpling and was slowly being pulled down into the storm drain that stood near by. I could feel my knees shaking needless at the thought of this possibly being real. It could not be of course, nothing of this magnitude could happen and not to those so undeserving as myself. I stood paralyzed by fear and face frozen in a look of confusion.
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“Though this be madness, yet there is method in't”
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Insatiable desire for pay yet diluted and covert is it. Upon such explanation is but tears of depression and corruption. Weeping the wants, saving no portion of humanity. Glazed gaze of nowhere and a pit of spikes full with regret. Each hunger pain an example of the ill minded man much hid within. Insufferable is the remorse for a word of no discontent but of a word still full of malice.
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“I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.”
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Insatiable desire for pay yet diluted and covert is it. Upon such explanation is but tears of depression and corruption. Weeping the wants, saving no portion of humanity. Glazed gaze of nowhere and a pit of spikes full with regret. Each hunger pain an example of the ill minded man much hid within. Insufferable is the remorse for a word of no discontent but of a word still full of malice.
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“I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.”
-William Shakespeare, MacBeth
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The reign continued to poor upon the walkways and the streets, drenching everything in its presence and pulling attention to the skies above. My eyes, however, were fixed upon the face of a man. He drew no closer to me and drew no farther away, as if waiting for me to make the next transition. My self-made paralysis faded and the look of confusion became one of shock, He was gone. My spine broke out in sparks that sent out to all hair follicles and I stood on end. I then made a rush, for what I did not know. I scurried about the area in search, in search of what? THE DOT! That had to be it, that had to have been the culprit, but it was so real.
I could here the Thunder again; its growls were clouding my thoughts. It had dissipated for only a moment, it seemed as if the dot had done what I had intended it to do and more so. I stared up into the grey beyond, not looking for answers, no not this time, I had the answers. I looked for something else, I looked for a challenge, a forgotten name was not my fate. A beautiful stream of light shot through the sky and the reign halted, the Thunder subsided, and the world once again was as it was before.
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“A dream itself is but a shadow.”
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The reign continued to poor upon the walkways and the streets, drenching everything in its presence and pulling attention to the skies above. My eyes, however, were fixed upon the face of a man. He drew no closer to me and drew no farther away, as if waiting for me to make the next transition. My self-made paralysis faded and the look of confusion became one of shock, He was gone. My spine broke out in sparks that sent out to all hair follicles and I stood on end. I then made a rush, for what I did not know. I scurried about the area in search, in search of what? THE DOT! That had to be it, that had to have been the culprit, but it was so real.
I could here the Thunder again; its growls were clouding my thoughts. It had dissipated for only a moment, it seemed as if the dot had done what I had intended it to do and more so. I stared up into the grey beyond, not looking for answers, no not this time, I had the answers. I looked for something else, I looked for a challenge, a forgotten name was not my fate. A beautiful stream of light shot through the sky and the reign halted, the Thunder subsided, and the world once again was as it was before.
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“A dream itself is but a shadow.”
-William Shakespeare, MacBeth
