The Wondrous Shadow

I crest the top of the world

The sky a twinkling black

The ground below me sans light

The universe a mess of stars

Scattered below me and above.

A flight I’ve taken a thousand times

The amazement - now mundane

And here as I stare out my looking glass

I feel the wonder once again

The darkness vast, edge-to-edge

The light a humble glow

A shooting star races past above

And silence reigns below

Horizon ablaze with a midnight sun

Whose position I cannot fathom

The silver lining of this shadow land

And by mourning all undone.

Here and there a fire glows,

Galaxies spiraling out,

The northern lights beyond my sight

Their beauty without doubt

A new journey awaits me

New sights I haven’t seen

For all my delays and mishaps

On this flight I’m glad I’ve been

Disclaimer

After this post, the following are new as of February 11th 2015.

Though the Eyes of a Sociopath

January 2014

Power.
Power.
Power.
How I crave after it. How I desire it. How I lust for it.
Power over what?
Power over something.
Power over anything.
Power over EVERYTHING.
The power over life and death, to be able too look into the eyes of a man, look into them. And take life from them. To see it leave their eyes. The light in their eyes, I want the power to turn their eyes dark.
I want to be invincible. To stare at death in the face, and laugh.
I want to be immortal. To live for eons on end, never aging, never weakening. Only gaining power
The power of destruction. To destroy entire cities with a thought. To hold countries ransom to my whims.
Pure power.
No responsibility.
Absolute. Power

Acceptance

December 2013

What has always amazed me is mans ability to accept his fate. 

Man is a creature who struggles, fights, claws and kills to survive and get through or over an obstacle. Yet whenever you know your fate is inevitable; whether you're dying, failing a test, or just facing the music for something, you tend to accept it.
We're all unique, so the time for us to accept that eventuality varies. But unless we drop dead before the acceptance kicks in... We usually do accept our fate. And accept it with grace.
Because man, above all, is proud. We do not want to accept something by force. We want to be the ones who saw the truth of it, and calmly accepted it.
Many people who have terminal diseases are quite calm, and collected. Serenity is their friend. Once man has made peace with his fate, his instinctive drive to fight it, regardless of the odds, falls away.
The fight or flight mechanism is superseded by the acceptance of the truth. 
This is not to be confused with hopelessness or depression. In those cases, man is overcome with negative feelings and emotions. They don't accept their fate, they give up. And that is another issue altogether.
The real... Well not "issue" so much as topic(?) Is how I find it amazing how man can go from panicked, stressed, upset, frantic etc to a state in which they are unconcerned. Their heart rate is low, their mind is calm. They aren't effected by it anymore. And I've seen this change take place in under a minute and it both confuses and fascinates me.
What an amazing coping mechanism isn't it? To be able to detach yourself from that situation and to consciously or unconsciously decide that it does not bother you anymore.
There have had to have been at least a dozen instances in our lives where we were on the verge of panic, when suddenly... We didn't care anymore. And BOOM, we have accepted it.

"Into the Valley of Death,
  Rode the six hundred"

Acceptance. A wonder in itself...

Darkness

December 2013

This is not the most well written piece, but it occurred to me last night.
I figured out why man is afraid of the dark.
As a child, its because the dark holds our nightmares, unknown monsters, scary things. And we want to be safe and warm and protected.
But as an adult, the entire dynamic changes. The monster is within.
As we get older, we change a lot. We lie a lot. We hide from our fears and hide from our own harsh truths. 
During the day, we're under the massive spotlight of the sun, we throw up walls to prevent our weaknesses and fears from being exposed to those around us.
But when the sun goes down, and under the cover of darkness, the walls fall. And our inner demons come out. We can't stop it, we stop lying to people and to ourselves. I have noticed other people admit to things they denied all day at 1 in the morning, 2 in the morning. 
People genuinely are more honest at night. I know I am.
I thought of something,
"The sun makes us narrow our eyes in suspicion, the moon makes us open them to take in the world"
Makes sense doesn't it?
People commit terrible crimes at night. Unassuming, normal, good people will turn into monsters at night... A type of lycanthropy...
And the worst part of it is waking up the next DAY, under the burning gaze of the sun, and having to face what you have done. Maybe not externally, but an internal realization and the shame you feel at having given in to your weakness.
We all live in hypocrisy of some kind. Whether or not we'd like to admit it.

Try this, if you're reading this in the day, and you feel like I'm spouting nonsense, read this again at night. When everything is quiet, nobody around, just you alone in the dark. I guarantee you'll see things differently.


I think that the true test of character is darkness.
Only in the dark, where nobody can see us, do we allow ourselves to take off the mask we wear all day.

That's why man is afraid of the dark, why he prefers the light. Because man fears what lies deep inside him, what bubbles just beneath the surface. Man fears letting his demons out, because man fears what his true nature might be.

As is turns out, man doesn't fear the dark, man fears himself.

My Blog

November 2013

I don't really know why this occurred to me. Maybe it was because i had gone 27 hours without sleep, and my mind was so frazzled and frayed that my imagination just started to rapid fire. I woke up after an hour of sleep with this in my head. I felt it was referring to my blog...

As you wander through the realm,

The temple of my mind,

Let me know what you seek, 

And what you hope to find.

The universe inside my head,

Is made for you to see.

It cannot be contained by I,

So I have set it free.

When you walk my hallowed halls,

And look into my dreams,

It might become clear to you,

All is not as it seems.

I don't know why, but it perfectly portrays the way I think my blog is to you.

The wonders of the subconscious mind...

 

The Phoenix Strikes

November 2013

I have been burnt by The Phoenix.

Stings it does,throughout time
And though the wound will heal
I will not ever play with fire
The pain is much too real

The Phoenix burns bright as day
And has a tongue of ice
You may not want to move away
But I warn you, to think twice

For The Phoenix is not for you or I
To mock as we see fit
She burns you with a holy fire
And into the sun does flit.