I've seen throughout my years, whether it be family, friends or strangers on the train,
Stained eyes, tearing the shades of paint upon your insides.
Hopes, dreams, patient assumptions streaming from the rivers of a pure sea.
How tainted those waters became, with each denial and let down.
What's important to remember since we forget so easily,
Is that just as an artist frustratingly messes up a drawing,
Unsatisfied with the result at hand, crumbles sheet upon sheet.
Not happy, this wasn't what I wanted, but I know what I desired.
You have two things you can do as the animator of your life.
Stay upset over all the paper thrown on your floor,
Or understand that you're forging towards a masterpiece beyond truth.
Is life meant to be a clean slate of perfection, or just some practical joke?
How many lovers we thought would last.
Friends entrusted, only to have burned bridges.
Getting comfortable, only to have your foundation disrupted.
Question is, what type of artist are you?
The type to loop over the same played out mundane life,
Or the type brave enough to crumple those moments and move forward?
Your heart, it's not in tact, nor is it even broken.
It's brave and real, for it's taken all the hits, still pumping whatever it has left
Believe me, though it's scarred, beaten and bleeding,
Its blood runs with resilience of getting it right.
The only right being what you finally take responsibility for.
As for me, my heart is a very crumpled piece of paper, filled with drawings of my acceptance.
4.27.2012
4.26.2012
Line in the Sand
One last ride, a caravan to the end
In order to arrive, I must transcend
Reflect upon the mirror that brought me here
Shatter myself past love and fear
What lies beyond the window of the soul?
Look deeper, you're more than a role
Complex as you may become
Unravel your truth, come undone
Untwine the strands of your story
Reveal its combined sorrow and glory
Summon forth your shadow and light
The angel of death, peace and fright
You need my balance and discord
Payment for what you can't afford
In order to rise above what you are
Oblivion awaits, the graveyard of stars
In order to arrive, I must transcend
Reflect upon the mirror that brought me here
Shatter myself past love and fear
What lies beyond the window of the soul?
Look deeper, you're more than a role
Complex as you may become
Unravel your truth, come undone
Untwine the strands of your story
Reveal its combined sorrow and glory
Summon forth your shadow and light
The angel of death, peace and fright
You need my balance and discord
Payment for what you can't afford
In order to rise above what you are
Oblivion awaits, the graveyard of stars
4.12.2012
See it Through
I'm in the room, the one with a window. Through it is the only exit to the outside world. My chamber of solitude. A blanket of protection. Comfort, through the sliver of a sheet. Knowing that all is alright, nothing can compromise the safety and integrity of of these walls. I am protected from all things that would attempt intrusion.
A somber rest, not asleep but drifting. Weightless, as if in an elevated stream of stillness. Though bothers are impenetrable, this utopia grows stagnant, being it's all I have. The feeling is similar to when you've overslept but continue to do so anyway. The saying "too much of a good thing", I suppose.
Colors fade, no longer making sense. Shades of gray, a medium reality. Numbing desires. Nothing to do, I don't know what to be. A pressure seeps outward from within. An inch of water has enveloped the grounds of my space. The window invites me to open it. I look outside. No. I'm fine where I am. Back to bed. It's wet now. The mattress is the only thing keeping me afloat. I'm veered towards the window again as the water level rises.
Indifference, coupled with a careless demeanor of what's at hand. A fragment of my remaining awareness warns me to get out. Leave while I still can. I'm slightly tempted to do the right thing for myself. To face what's out there before my inner tendencies catch up with myself. I've overindulged for too long now, so much so that I don't know what's well for me anymore.
Higher and higher. Now I'm waist deep in my own stream of uncertainty. It's difficult to move around as I swing my legs through the resistance of the water. A struggle of panic ensues as I make my way towards the window. Maybe it's time I broke free, regardless of what's ahead to face. My chest is about to sink in, I'm entering a dimension of slow-motion.
One last deep gasp of air. My feet lift off. I must swim now and make it over as soon as I can. Funny how once you're covered deep in your own mess, you get one last option of moving freely to escape from it. Like a built-in mechanism. A resonating instinct. I wave my arms as swiftly as I can. Closer to the clear opening of release. Almost out of air, with my last attempt of strength, I try top pry the panel upwards. It's too late. I can't break it in. It won't budge. I waited too long. My reluctance to become aware of a reality that ate away at me finally caught up. Its pressure engulfed me.
Now, I'm left alone to drown in my own misery. A crystal clear irony. I can see right through the waters of my troubles. Nothing is muggy about the element. Yet, prior to this ocean of awakening I saw no warning sign. Ignorance and a blind eye cost me my way of living. My grave is this aquarium of comfort and denial.
A bubble of my last breath emerges. Stillness. The water seeps out as the window shatters, letting the light in.
I'm no longer comfortable.
A somber rest, not asleep but drifting. Weightless, as if in an elevated stream of stillness. Though bothers are impenetrable, this utopia grows stagnant, being it's all I have. The feeling is similar to when you've overslept but continue to do so anyway. The saying "too much of a good thing", I suppose.
Colors fade, no longer making sense. Shades of gray, a medium reality. Numbing desires. Nothing to do, I don't know what to be. A pressure seeps outward from within. An inch of water has enveloped the grounds of my space. The window invites me to open it. I look outside. No. I'm fine where I am. Back to bed. It's wet now. The mattress is the only thing keeping me afloat. I'm veered towards the window again as the water level rises.
Indifference, coupled with a careless demeanor of what's at hand. A fragment of my remaining awareness warns me to get out. Leave while I still can. I'm slightly tempted to do the right thing for myself. To face what's out there before my inner tendencies catch up with myself. I've overindulged for too long now, so much so that I don't know what's well for me anymore.
Higher and higher. Now I'm waist deep in my own stream of uncertainty. It's difficult to move around as I swing my legs through the resistance of the water. A struggle of panic ensues as I make my way towards the window. Maybe it's time I broke free, regardless of what's ahead to face. My chest is about to sink in, I'm entering a dimension of slow-motion.
One last deep gasp of air. My feet lift off. I must swim now and make it over as soon as I can. Funny how once you're covered deep in your own mess, you get one last option of moving freely to escape from it. Like a built-in mechanism. A resonating instinct. I wave my arms as swiftly as I can. Closer to the clear opening of release. Almost out of air, with my last attempt of strength, I try top pry the panel upwards. It's too late. I can't break it in. It won't budge. I waited too long. My reluctance to become aware of a reality that ate away at me finally caught up. Its pressure engulfed me.
Now, I'm left alone to drown in my own misery. A crystal clear irony. I can see right through the waters of my troubles. Nothing is muggy about the element. Yet, prior to this ocean of awakening I saw no warning sign. Ignorance and a blind eye cost me my way of living. My grave is this aquarium of comfort and denial.
A bubble of my last breath emerges. Stillness. The water seeps out as the window shatters, letting the light in.
I'm no longer comfortable.
4.09.2012
Demon Attack
This is a true tale of the most horrific thing I have experienced in my entire life. I tell you, there has never been a terror so immense that nearly scared the organs out of my ribcage.
Early in 2012, I was asleep in my old house. My girlfriend beside me, awoke as we starting hearing sounds. Unearthly sounds. Banging, like someone was in between the walls. It seemed that it was coming from the front door, but it wasn't. Too scared to explore, we ignored it. We thought we were probably just imagining it or over-exaggerating what we heard. Back to sleep.
Again, I heard the banging. I woke her and said, "You hear that?! I know I'm not making it up, because you hear it too! She stood really quiet. She won't admit it to this day, but that night she did. That's because as soon as we both looked at the clock, we realized what hour it was. 3:00 a.m. For those who don't know, that's "the hour of the dead", or "the devil's hour." That's when supposedly to many spiritual & religious believers, it's open hour for apparitions to walk amongst us.
We looked at each other in confirmation for what was most likely at hand here. My girlfriend told me to ignore it because we'll only give it power through our attention. I tried that, up until what happened next. Each time as I was trying to fall back asleep, as I'd close my eyes, a dark energy surrounded the room, mainly around me. All I saw was a black darker than any shade of night imaginable. Mind you, it was nearly pitch black in the room. That darkness still stood out against it. It felt as if it were hovering directly over me, heavy and shrouded. I awoke a few times, afraid at what I was seeing and feeling. Time and again I attempted to go back to sleep. What I saw next I'll never forget. The shadow which was haunting me crept around towards the side wall, next to the bed. It enlarged and took the form of a hand with claws and place itself over me, enveloping me. I was mortified at that point. I yelled and ran to turn the lights on.
I think I even went into the kitchen at that point, grabbed a knife and checked the rest of the house and the hallway to see if anything was there. I woke my mom up and told her what had happened. She, surprisingly was deep asleep during the whole ordeal. My girlfriend called her mom and asked for some spiritual advice. I had called one of my friends to vent and feel better. We burned some church incense, put a picture of Jesus up with some holy water next to it and I prayed for the energy at hand to leave from the house.
Before doing all that, when my mom and I spoke she was acting very strange. Almost not herself. Very agitated, rude and angry at us it seemed. At the time my girlfriend had just moved in with us, so there was some womanly territorial issues arising. Tensions had risen between the two and it made me bitter through the passing weeks, being in the middle of my mom and partner.
I had fallen back to sleep, at ease now. I have to say, that was the most peaceful sleeps I'd ever had. So, what exactly happened that night? Was it my mind playing tricks on me? Was it the frustration building up from what had been forming between two important people in my life? Whether it is believed that demons or ghosts exist, I can sincerely describe what came after me as a dark energy. A negative force. It is said that sometimes a mass amount of negative energy attracts like energy. That, in tale attracts entities which feed off of it. A demon or spirit of such. In any case, it was beyond frightening. Some more episodes did occur, not as intense as this, but I'll delve into those another time.
Early in 2012, I was asleep in my old house. My girlfriend beside me, awoke as we starting hearing sounds. Unearthly sounds. Banging, like someone was in between the walls. It seemed that it was coming from the front door, but it wasn't. Too scared to explore, we ignored it. We thought we were probably just imagining it or over-exaggerating what we heard. Back to sleep.
Again, I heard the banging. I woke her and said, "You hear that?! I know I'm not making it up, because you hear it too! She stood really quiet. She won't admit it to this day, but that night she did. That's because as soon as we both looked at the clock, we realized what hour it was. 3:00 a.m. For those who don't know, that's "the hour of the dead", or "the devil's hour." That's when supposedly to many spiritual & religious believers, it's open hour for apparitions to walk amongst us.
We looked at each other in confirmation for what was most likely at hand here. My girlfriend told me to ignore it because we'll only give it power through our attention. I tried that, up until what happened next. Each time as I was trying to fall back asleep, as I'd close my eyes, a dark energy surrounded the room, mainly around me. All I saw was a black darker than any shade of night imaginable. Mind you, it was nearly pitch black in the room. That darkness still stood out against it. It felt as if it were hovering directly over me, heavy and shrouded. I awoke a few times, afraid at what I was seeing and feeling. Time and again I attempted to go back to sleep. What I saw next I'll never forget. The shadow which was haunting me crept around towards the side wall, next to the bed. It enlarged and took the form of a hand with claws and place itself over me, enveloping me. I was mortified at that point. I yelled and ran to turn the lights on.
I think I even went into the kitchen at that point, grabbed a knife and checked the rest of the house and the hallway to see if anything was there. I woke my mom up and told her what had happened. She, surprisingly was deep asleep during the whole ordeal. My girlfriend called her mom and asked for some spiritual advice. I had called one of my friends to vent and feel better. We burned some church incense, put a picture of Jesus up with some holy water next to it and I prayed for the energy at hand to leave from the house.
Before doing all that, when my mom and I spoke she was acting very strange. Almost not herself. Very agitated, rude and angry at us it seemed. At the time my girlfriend had just moved in with us, so there was some womanly territorial issues arising. Tensions had risen between the two and it made me bitter through the passing weeks, being in the middle of my mom and partner.
I had fallen back to sleep, at ease now. I have to say, that was the most peaceful sleeps I'd ever had. So, what exactly happened that night? Was it my mind playing tricks on me? Was it the frustration building up from what had been forming between two important people in my life? Whether it is believed that demons or ghosts exist, I can sincerely describe what came after me as a dark energy. A negative force. It is said that sometimes a mass amount of negative energy attracts like energy. That, in tale attracts entities which feed off of it. A demon or spirit of such. In any case, it was beyond frightening. Some more episodes did occur, not as intense as this, but I'll delve into those another time.
Blue Orb
The following incident is a true story that I experienced about a year ago, in 2011.
I was enjoying a deep sleep when I awoke to a glimmer, emanating between my heavy eyelids. Half asleep, but quite aware, I saw for a full one second an orb of light outside my window. It was light blue with small electric currents surging around it. It made a plasma-like sound. At the top of my window panel, it zoomed upward at a fast speed as I fully opened my eyes. It was almost as if it knew I'd saw it.
Startled, I immediately jumped to my feet. I ran to my mom's room and woke her up screaming in Romanian, "Did you see that?! It was a light! It took off! Did you see it?!" Annoyed she responded, "No! Let me sleep, I don't know what you're talking about!" I ran back to my room, opened the window and looked around. It was silent with no trace of anything out of the ordinary. I felt compelled to yell aloud to the skies "I saw you! I know you were here!"
Now, I know there will be some skeptical answers or logical explanations as to what I experienced. Some would say I either dreamt the whole occurrence, or that I hallucinated from being groggy. I certainly understand why that would be said. I really have no proof besides my word. I'm a logical person, and though I tend to be fascinated with paranormal cases, I still prefer truth behind the mysticism. All I'll say is, I know what I saw. I was aware of it. I saw a blue orb taking off from outside my window. It felt as if it were watching me and I caught it upon waking up.
Was it a U.F.O.? A spirit? A mass of energy? I don't know, but a blue orb it was.
I was enjoying a deep sleep when I awoke to a glimmer, emanating between my heavy eyelids. Half asleep, but quite aware, I saw for a full one second an orb of light outside my window. It was light blue with small electric currents surging around it. It made a plasma-like sound. At the top of my window panel, it zoomed upward at a fast speed as I fully opened my eyes. It was almost as if it knew I'd saw it.
Startled, I immediately jumped to my feet. I ran to my mom's room and woke her up screaming in Romanian, "Did you see that?! It was a light! It took off! Did you see it?!" Annoyed she responded, "No! Let me sleep, I don't know what you're talking about!" I ran back to my room, opened the window and looked around. It was silent with no trace of anything out of the ordinary. I felt compelled to yell aloud to the skies "I saw you! I know you were here!"
Now, I know there will be some skeptical answers or logical explanations as to what I experienced. Some would say I either dreamt the whole occurrence, or that I hallucinated from being groggy. I certainly understand why that would be said. I really have no proof besides my word. I'm a logical person, and though I tend to be fascinated with paranormal cases, I still prefer truth behind the mysticism. All I'll say is, I know what I saw. I was aware of it. I saw a blue orb taking off from outside my window. It felt as if it were watching me and I caught it upon waking up.
Was it a U.F.O.? A spirit? A mass of energy? I don't know, but a blue orb it was.
3.15.2012
The Last Phoenix
A blaze of red caught the corner of my eye. Assumed to be nothing more than a mirage at first, or some optical illusion self-imposed. No, this was a remarkable discovery.
Perched on an age old arm of oak, the most magnificent bird my eyes had ever graced. Tenderly, I approached it, afraid to startle it away.
Its feathers glistened an array of warm colors, primarily crimson. The wings comprised of an intricate overlay, from small to large as they expanded with perfection. Eyes that veered into unseen dimensions, that once looked upon would reclaim all that was clear.
To my astonishment, the mystic creature spoke, "Kind traveler, I have awaited a pure heart such as yours. I am in need of your aid."
I gasped with awe at the miracle that was present before me. This bird was speaking to me! I awkwardly responded, "Yes, tell me. I shall do my best, whatever it is you ask of me."
"Thank you dearly. I am in quite a dilemma. You see, I am sought after for something that is inside me. Long ago, I was able to give it willingly out of my heart to all who would share it. Then, something unfortunate happened. I still cannot explain it to this day. They began to hunt me down in order to take away that which I gave. I wish nothing more than to return to my homelands and find my destiny."
"That is awful! Why would anyone ever wish to harm you? You are far too precious to be in such peril. A generous spirit such as yours deserves total freedom. I will help you. I must! You have already brightened my day just through your appearance. I am an artist. Just the memory of you has already bestowed such inspiration upon my soul. I must ask one question before we venture. What is it that they wished to capture from you?"
"If we make it beyond the village ahead, I will show you as my gratitude for your trouble."
And so the two planned the journey ahead of them. In order to conceal the rare find, the artist covered his new friend in a blanket. Carefully, they began to tread through the outskirts of the town. As they entered, the artist kept quietly to himself, checking here and there on his hidden secret.
"Are you alright under there?"
"For now, I will be fine. It is hard to breathe, but I have faith in you that we will arrive in due time."
"Hang in there, we have a day's worth of travel ahead. I will try and loosen the material when I can to let in some air."
"Thank you, but do what you must. I shall persevere."
"Traveler, I cannot help but share something I see from your past."
"What do you mean?"
"My eyes connect with my heart. Together they allow me to see beyond a man's mind, into their core. I sense something heavy, that weighs you down. A sorrow, a loss. The one who showed you the way of creation through your hands."
A tear lay way as the man replied, "My father."
Dusk began to set its orange hues upon the canvas of the sky.
Struggle set in as the bird was huffing at the lack of air available.
"Halt! What have you there, stranger?
A marauder approached, looking to plunder whatever loot his greedy hands desired.
"I have nothing here of value, I am a simple beggar just trying to make way to the canyons ahead."
"Hahahahaha! No one makes way before paying a toll! What have you there wrapped up? Surely, it is a gift reserved for me. Otherwise, your payment will be your life."
"I implore, spare me the way out through here. In return I will give you my greatest treasure."
With much reluctance, the young man pulled from his bag a brush, lined with pure gold, made of the finest bristles in the land.
"Take this. It was a gift from my father. If you are to bring it to the market of crafts, it will sell for a very large amount. You will have no financial worries for a year."
"Hohohoho! Lady luck has smiled her blessings upon me! Very well, all I wish to see is what you cover there before you pass. Let's make this quick. I have a fortune to claim!"
"No! What more do you want? I have given you my most prized possession! Now leave me be!"
"Smug brat! No one denies me! I shall have your throat in addition!"
With every ounce of strength, the young traveler struck the assailant, coupled with a handful of sand in his eyes. He ran as fast as he could and exited to his destination.
Dropping to his knees, he gasped with relief which quickly shifted to concern. Hastily, he uncovered the ever patient bird to allow him much needed air.
"We have made it! The torment is over. Rise and breathe, you will suffer no more."
The bird was barely breathing. A toll was taken on his quest to freedom. His glazed eyes slowly peered to his friend and whimpered, "You have kept your word. I knew that you would be the one to release me from my prison of fear.
In that instant the once brightly colored fowl faded to gray ash. Crumbling in the very hands of he who guarded him with his all.
"No. No. No. We came all this way. I lost the only remnant of my father, who taught me everything. More importantly I've let you down, my friend. All you wanted was to be free again. It cost you your life, all because of man's greediness! This cannot be! You deserve much more than to have your life taken away! I'm so sorry."
The poor boy wept, crying aloud as tears cradled his hands, flowing down to the ground.
The ashes began to glow as water made contact with the decay. A voice,
"You have kept your word. I knew that you would be the one to release me from my prison of fear. It is time I do the same and endow the gift in which I promised."
The sun had set, but a wildfire began as sparks danced around the grave of the fallen bird. Together, the ashes comprised a whirlwind as it formed a blaze of wings. A cry echoed beyond the horizon, originating from the light which illuminated the entire canyon. Like twin suns in the night, it opened its eyes once more as it soared over the sobbing artist, now bewildered at the spectacle.
"Even in death, I shall not falter. In the darkest hour shall your true light shine. For ages, man has hunted me in search for an answer, a solution. One that is innate within them. Though buried, it is there to remember in each and every individual. You fear most that which you believe took your beloved father away from you. My gift to you is the gift of immortality. I, the everlasting spirit of the phoenix am the last of a dying race. Only through the brave act of a selfless soul do I realize myself again and rise to the only truth that exists. Life is forever. There is no end, only change. Remember that, courageous one. Your father lives on through your hands. The ones that paint your life, the ones that forge your path, the ones that carried me to my destiny. I thank you. I am alive through you and your legacy. You and I shall never separate. Soar to new heights for you and for the sake of all that is pure of heart."
Night set. A black canvas.
Eyes opened. Was it all a dream? A red feather fell from the heavens and grazed the artist's hand. Next to it,
a brush.
He smiled, as the sun rose once again.
Perched on an age old arm of oak, the most magnificent bird my eyes had ever graced. Tenderly, I approached it, afraid to startle it away.
Its feathers glistened an array of warm colors, primarily crimson. The wings comprised of an intricate overlay, from small to large as they expanded with perfection. Eyes that veered into unseen dimensions, that once looked upon would reclaim all that was clear.
To my astonishment, the mystic creature spoke, "Kind traveler, I have awaited a pure heart such as yours. I am in need of your aid."
I gasped with awe at the miracle that was present before me. This bird was speaking to me! I awkwardly responded, "Yes, tell me. I shall do my best, whatever it is you ask of me."
"Thank you dearly. I am in quite a dilemma. You see, I am sought after for something that is inside me. Long ago, I was able to give it willingly out of my heart to all who would share it. Then, something unfortunate happened. I still cannot explain it to this day. They began to hunt me down in order to take away that which I gave. I wish nothing more than to return to my homelands and find my destiny."
"That is awful! Why would anyone ever wish to harm you? You are far too precious to be in such peril. A generous spirit such as yours deserves total freedom. I will help you. I must! You have already brightened my day just through your appearance. I am an artist. Just the memory of you has already bestowed such inspiration upon my soul. I must ask one question before we venture. What is it that they wished to capture from you?"
"If we make it beyond the village ahead, I will show you as my gratitude for your trouble."
And so the two planned the journey ahead of them. In order to conceal the rare find, the artist covered his new friend in a blanket. Carefully, they began to tread through the outskirts of the town. As they entered, the artist kept quietly to himself, checking here and there on his hidden secret.
"Are you alright under there?"
"For now, I will be fine. It is hard to breathe, but I have faith in you that we will arrive in due time."
"Hang in there, we have a day's worth of travel ahead. I will try and loosen the material when I can to let in some air."
"Thank you, but do what you must. I shall persevere."
"Traveler, I cannot help but share something I see from your past."
"What do you mean?"
"My eyes connect with my heart. Together they allow me to see beyond a man's mind, into their core. I sense something heavy, that weighs you down. A sorrow, a loss. The one who showed you the way of creation through your hands."
A tear lay way as the man replied, "My father."
Dusk began to set its orange hues upon the canvas of the sky.
Struggle set in as the bird was huffing at the lack of air available.
"Halt! What have you there, stranger?
A marauder approached, looking to plunder whatever loot his greedy hands desired.
"I have nothing here of value, I am a simple beggar just trying to make way to the canyons ahead."
"Hahahahaha! No one makes way before paying a toll! What have you there wrapped up? Surely, it is a gift reserved for me. Otherwise, your payment will be your life."
"I implore, spare me the way out through here. In return I will give you my greatest treasure."
With much reluctance, the young man pulled from his bag a brush, lined with pure gold, made of the finest bristles in the land.
"Take this. It was a gift from my father. If you are to bring it to the market of crafts, it will sell for a very large amount. You will have no financial worries for a year."
"Hohohoho! Lady luck has smiled her blessings upon me! Very well, all I wish to see is what you cover there before you pass. Let's make this quick. I have a fortune to claim!"
"No! What more do you want? I have given you my most prized possession! Now leave me be!"
"Smug brat! No one denies me! I shall have your throat in addition!"
With every ounce of strength, the young traveler struck the assailant, coupled with a handful of sand in his eyes. He ran as fast as he could and exited to his destination.
Dropping to his knees, he gasped with relief which quickly shifted to concern. Hastily, he uncovered the ever patient bird to allow him much needed air.
"We have made it! The torment is over. Rise and breathe, you will suffer no more."
The bird was barely breathing. A toll was taken on his quest to freedom. His glazed eyes slowly peered to his friend and whimpered, "You have kept your word. I knew that you would be the one to release me from my prison of fear.
In that instant the once brightly colored fowl faded to gray ash. Crumbling in the very hands of he who guarded him with his all.
"No. No. No. We came all this way. I lost the only remnant of my father, who taught me everything. More importantly I've let you down, my friend. All you wanted was to be free again. It cost you your life, all because of man's greediness! This cannot be! You deserve much more than to have your life taken away! I'm so sorry."
The poor boy wept, crying aloud as tears cradled his hands, flowing down to the ground.
The ashes began to glow as water made contact with the decay. A voice,
"You have kept your word. I knew that you would be the one to release me from my prison of fear. It is time I do the same and endow the gift in which I promised."
The sun had set, but a wildfire began as sparks danced around the grave of the fallen bird. Together, the ashes comprised a whirlwind as it formed a blaze of wings. A cry echoed beyond the horizon, originating from the light which illuminated the entire canyon. Like twin suns in the night, it opened its eyes once more as it soared over the sobbing artist, now bewildered at the spectacle.
"Even in death, I shall not falter. In the darkest hour shall your true light shine. For ages, man has hunted me in search for an answer, a solution. One that is innate within them. Though buried, it is there to remember in each and every individual. You fear most that which you believe took your beloved father away from you. My gift to you is the gift of immortality. I, the everlasting spirit of the phoenix am the last of a dying race. Only through the brave act of a selfless soul do I realize myself again and rise to the only truth that exists. Life is forever. There is no end, only change. Remember that, courageous one. Your father lives on through your hands. The ones that paint your life, the ones that forge your path, the ones that carried me to my destiny. I thank you. I am alive through you and your legacy. You and I shall never separate. Soar to new heights for you and for the sake of all that is pure of heart."
Night set. A black canvas.
Eyes opened. Was it all a dream? A red feather fell from the heavens and grazed the artist's hand. Next to it,
a brush.
He smiled, as the sun rose once again.
3.14.2012
Rapping Out Loud, STOP IT!
Can someone please tell me why we have to hear you rapping obnoxiously loud like you're performing in front of a giant audience? Your whack ass version of your favorite artist's rap song being botched is not cool. You're not "hard" and no one gives a flying du-rag to hear or see what you're trying to "prove" on the train or on the streets.
I don't even want to hear the bogus "racist" card being played. That's another thing that just truthfully never has applied, nor does it apply today. People are annoyed at what other people do, not what ethnicity they are. In this case, it's utterly annoying to hear others rapping and cursing out loud, making those gang gestures and walking around with their pants hanging down passed their knees. You want people to take you seriously and respect you, yet you walk around with your underwear showing, singing about how "hard" your life has been? Wake up.
Stereotypes are not of ethnicity, no. In truth they are of the illogical behaviors that occur in all of us in this world. Do certain cultures have certain behaviors that others don't? Yeah. Is it because of their ethnicity? No. No one truly is annoyed with another's background and if they are, then that is indeed wrong. You are not at "fault" for being born where you were, nor is there ever anything wrong with that. What is at fault are the negative tendencies which spread throughout and bring down this world's people to a lower level of intelligence and awareness.
Listen, I'm not saying don't sing, don't rap. Music is music, fun is fun. Be who you are, but with everything there should come respect of your surroundings, your volume around others and what people are willing to hear out of you within a shared public domain. You know others are thinking what I'm saying. Why be dishonest about what urks us? A little respect is all I feel we look for on the subway. I know that's what I'm looking for.
If you disagree or foolishly think I'm racist, then you should expect me to sit next to you and sing in Romanian really loud as you're trying to have a moment to yourself and read your book. What will you do then? Blame it on my "culture", or blame it on the rightful source, my selfish attitude towards others? You decide.
I don't even want to hear the bogus "racist" card being played. That's another thing that just truthfully never has applied, nor does it apply today. People are annoyed at what other people do, not what ethnicity they are. In this case, it's utterly annoying to hear others rapping and cursing out loud, making those gang gestures and walking around with their pants hanging down passed their knees. You want people to take you seriously and respect you, yet you walk around with your underwear showing, singing about how "hard" your life has been? Wake up.
Stereotypes are not of ethnicity, no. In truth they are of the illogical behaviors that occur in all of us in this world. Do certain cultures have certain behaviors that others don't? Yeah. Is it because of their ethnicity? No. No one truly is annoyed with another's background and if they are, then that is indeed wrong. You are not at "fault" for being born where you were, nor is there ever anything wrong with that. What is at fault are the negative tendencies which spread throughout and bring down this world's people to a lower level of intelligence and awareness.
Listen, I'm not saying don't sing, don't rap. Music is music, fun is fun. Be who you are, but with everything there should come respect of your surroundings, your volume around others and what people are willing to hear out of you within a shared public domain. You know others are thinking what I'm saying. Why be dishonest about what urks us? A little respect is all I feel we look for on the subway. I know that's what I'm looking for.
If you disagree or foolishly think I'm racist, then you should expect me to sit next to you and sing in Romanian really loud as you're trying to have a moment to yourself and read your book. What will you do then? Blame it on my "culture", or blame it on the rightful source, my selfish attitude towards others? You decide.
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