Lost

I aspire to something so much greater than me that I am loosing myself. Can I find me back before I fall into the abyss? Please, mind, body, spirit and soul, stay one and don't break.

Hide

Doesn't everybody have some dark side they hide, in fear of reprisal? Things that to them are normal, mundane. But to others, so unnatural, so evil sometimes... A boy picking his nose, some guy scratching his balls and sniffing his fingers, some girl talking to some people that doesn't exist... I don't want to hide these dark side, but fear... fear is great. Is social reprisal so fearful? I'm I so afraid of gaining more loneliness that I will become some hypocrite? Will I become the opposite of my dreams? Be what I hate? Despise?

Fate

I picked a flower today. It was as bright as life and yet as dull as death. In fact, no flower grew were I picked it. It was only pure concrete. Think about all the flowers that are being concreted at this present moment. Its life just fades in our hands and yet none understands why it was alive in the first place. Let me let you march toward the destiny, the fate of our terra. None shall withstand its corruption. None shall withstand its infinite end. Marked.

Pure

I am considered pure. But it's not by choice that I am that pure. No, actually it is. I'm looking for love but can't find any. Some say that my expectations are too high but I don't think so. I just don't want some bitch who wants to become some esthetician and that doesn't have any opinions on anything, following the masses like some kind of perfect lamb. I need a woman with life, vigor in her thoughts, thoughts of how and why. Like me! I don't want a female me but at least some me. Like I said, I am unique, but I surely am not alone (I do hope so)! To this day, I meet some of these girls, but all taken they were. I am presently on to someone but I am not sure if she is conscious of it (pretty sure she does, she is intelligent after all...). I do hope that she likes me or at least have some kind of feeling or thought about me. If god exists, which I highly doubt, may he help me with all his oh so godly might.

Conquiert le monde

Les ténèbres s'illuminant, notre père
le feu, s'élève et distille l'aurore.
Fondu, l'or des cieux coulent sur les terres
et tout scintille comme l'anti-mort.

Baptisé dans la pluie de lumière,
tout est béni par le phénix du temps.
Alors que la mère prolifère,
détruire, ne font que les enfants.

C'est alors que le maître tombe dans son sang
et que dans un véritable raz-de-marée géant,
il dégage le reste de sa puissance
et meurt dans une dernière danse.

Mais, têtu, son esprit subsiste
et donne naissance à sa soeur.
De sa lumière d'argent quiète,
Elle perce la noirceur.

Et ainsi se passe une rotation,
précise comme une révolution.

Fame?

My teachers found my blog and were actually impress by my entries! Especially my french teacher. She said that I should participate at one of these poems contest. I need to create at least one poem, in french of course, up to 6 poems. The one that will follow this entry will be my first. Wish me luck!

All alone?

Why such prejudice against the non-common people? Hate toward them is palpable, even to the killing limit. Am I so new? The dying race still believe in their strenght. I so don't care about what others think. I do not follow anyone, I lead. I will create my own breed, even if I am the only one. Unique. I'm an inventor. I burn. I do not stagnate nor do I flow on fads and fashions. I'll shape that river. I'll move the earth. I am a father of worlds.

Poem

The great, falling in its own blood,
in one giant flood,
unleashes his final might
as he dies in the resulting blight.

But his spirit does linger
as he gives birth to his little sister.
She pierces the dark night
with her pure, silvery light.

Pluie/Rain

Il pleut, c'est malheureux. / It rains, that's sad.
Il fait soleil, c'est bien pareil. / It's sunny, and as mad.

Categories

What is the urge of names? Why do everything must be words? Do we really have to restrain ourselves with concepts? I know telekinesis is not common among us, but its probably part of the sleeping 90% part of our processing mecanism. Its advent would unleash the purity of meanings, the very essence of thoughts! Let's hope we achieve such godliness. Viva la evolución!

Future

Did you hear? The complete illusion of predigested happiness is becoming more and more common among the industialized world folk. The people is becoming more and more absent minded, zombified by the lack of thinking required in the daily exercise of living. Have you heard? Life just got lighter...

Ignorance

Oblivious is the sun to hide and sleep continuously, for its movement, largely certain, hides randomness in rages and life. Oblivious are the ones underneath, for they fear no more their masters. Oblivious are the lights that illuminate the supposed infinite darkness, for they are lost.

What is to be

Are we?

Changed

To revolutionize is to revolve. Revolves on an ideal of something worth revolutionnizing for. Death, life, birth. Morals, limits of the mind. The sun shines on my head, radiating my brain. The moon is reflecting my thoughts. They are out there, waiting for someone to notice them. I'm I really the only one seeing the world as I do? Will I die from insanity, as the only sane person in an insane world? Will I die from health on a diseased planet? Will I always be as alone as I am? Love is everywhere. I just can't seem to satisfy myself with it. Too vain or too etheral... Will I really be as always alone? Will I always be as stricken by this void?

Changes

From now on, I will write arts, redact texts of mind and not thoughts nor complaints anymore. I wanna be artistic. I don't play instruments, even though I tried and still do. I'll strike the void. No more setbacks nor backstabs. Studying my school of knowledge while accepting as many students as possible inside its walls. I must make sure to understand the names of every one of them. Toast, to my own golden-plated, wild and roaring, ablazed, semi-lighted, semi-shaded mind.

Abdication

My fall hurted less than I thought. It hurted nonetheless... My understanding of things scientifical became insignificant today. Just when you think you knew a lot of things, you see that you actually don't. Not that I wasn't anticipating that fact, you must always have something else to learn, something else to change, an ideal, an principle, some habits perhaps... But to think that such a degree of self-crowning was crushed, depression ensues. Philosophy.

Thanks for what?

Almost 45 million turkeys died to uselessly feed an overly non-knowing zealous of a prefabricated, prethinked and prechewed present of a country known as the United-States (50% of united-statians did not vote on the last presidential election. Half of that voted for another president than the one currently in power. Talk about united!). Capitalism is theft. Peace is illusion. And no, we're not in the matrix... almost unfortunately...

School 2

Arghhh! Math classes! A bunch of numbers busting my brain, formulaes riding the road (not highway) of my thoughts! Oh! How the snow snowed! Sounded stupid? Emile Nelligan. Right it was. Anybody wants to rescue me? Kept falling in insane loneliness, hitting liquid solids. Damn... Stricken by void again.

French classes

Starting at 5:25pm...
Doing at 6:33pm...
Still doing at 7:21pm...
FINISHED by almost, no by 8 o'clock! Wow! No efforts was put in these creations.

First blog in my own small history!

The first noise I make on the net (as a blog) just came out of my keyboard... The FIRST in a most probably long list of gibberish and uncommon non-sense daily basis text of a world within a world. Mine, that is. And all yours. The genius of words, the art of phrase making, the science of text writing, the paroxism of imaginary limitation. To put to words is to restrain the true grandeur of thoughts. Or is it not?