mind-not-found

When I woke I was standing, Under a sky of frothing purple static. I looked around for the first time, First time? In this world, my  home I would never, (Would always) Be alone. There were hundreds like me, standing on white stone, staring at the sky, staring at the ground, staring at the pillars Staring at our god I paused, no, not god,. But if not god then what? master? Lord? These all implied that it cared, that it would acknowledge us, Could acknowledge us. All it did was fly, A black moon, or a black sun racing across a dull static sky. Moon? Sun? My attention wandered, I had so little of it to spare. I wandered There was so little to

HEAVEN There is god who created All that is Was And will be There are angels Who were his witness There is a tree at the beginning of all things And all endings Earth, in the middle, created, born, random, we exist Light above us Bellow us Within us What's burning? We reach for the light hanging in the sky Stumbling up an infinite stair We should watch where we step Maybe look down bellow What's burning? Fire, consuming Ice everlasting Torment a constant reminder The screams Their screams An echo on the wind Almost heard The ones who have gone before Those who were reaching for the light Who fell off the stair Al

Everyone has a story A tale that begins before, they enter this world And ends Long after they have left it Everyone has a reason For every action, for every word For every moment of their lives is theirs to live Mine to see Yours to be Every moment a single facet of jewel Every meeting between people a glimmer, a piece of another's life A jewel we will never fully see We see facets Pieces of a story The rest hidden behind the curtain of our own lives Filtered through a facet of our experience A story picked up half way As jewel half seen in shadow More beautiful more enticing More disturbing more hideous That its whole co

We'd be falling With out faith, with out law, with out structure There'd be nothing to hold us up Our greatest desires our greatest fears An impossible pit Pitch black and endless Pitch black, but we can still see The shadows so numerous that their shapes are distorted Their meaning forgotten Persecution Fear Ecstasy and oblivion Are there for those That have the misfortune to remember We build cages from belief From ideals and dogma Clinging out of instinct To these cages we built But we can still see through the bars Those shadows Tinged by every emotion Pain and sorrow And impossible, painful joy All waiting at t

Chess Oh pitiless spectacle, oh woeful day Why do I try, to play this game I’ll lose it any way I say this for; we are but pawns in the game of another And kings, in the game of our own We play these games with a shadow Hanging over us Moving us about This is our own shadow and another’s For we may play many a game at once We play them as the rook The castle and the king A pawn a knight a horse We play them as our queen We play these games But oh, we play blind There’s a shadow moving, over us Moving us about It belongs to someone, we know Is it yours Or is it mine

There are two thousand truths in the world And ten million lies There are the ones others hear And then there are the ones For our own personal ear They are mixed together So that one may not tell One From the other There are some who sit by the side And believe it all truth Others rage in the front and say its all lies There placement Doesn’t really matter Both of them are wrong But At least we’ll always know that There are two thousand truths in our worlds And ten million lies As for which Is which That’s for you to decide

A Tale of a Man With No Sense This is the story of a man who from a young age was obsessed with avoiding death. As to why this is, no one knows, but the most common idea was that he had very, very overprotective parents who told him all the hundreds of things that could kill you, harm you, or cause you pain in any way. But this is just a guess. At any rate, he didn’t live in a plastic bubble like you might think. In truth he was quite adventurous, roaming the world looking for, well…. “The Fountain of Youth”. This was for obvious reasons, but for those who don’t know the tale “The Fountain of Youth” is said