Setup My Gear, Figured I'd Shred a Short Bit...

Goodbye

To love.

To know a warm embrace.

Feeling the sexually elated high.

Every hour sex comes to play.

Till turns lead to saying goodbye.

Control your own, to be alone.

Look around to contemplate.

Step inside your own home.

Inside the mind to live replete.

Is to live

Is to love

To be broken

By passion or by...

Is to live

Is to love

To be whole

To live again

Knowing step away 

...complete. 

Breathe

breathe and slow down.
breathe, it will come.
breathe and slow down.
breathe, it's coming.
breathe and slow down.
breathe...

...a thought, a notion. Bring the fight...

...it's here.

Steam, Beauty, Skill, and Elegant Metal Taste

...beautiful singer, wicked steam era shot, and a magnificent steam engine...

...and I'm done for now.

Create? Why?

Here I am sitting, listening to the new Machine Head album. The intensity, passion, and drive to create burns in me like thermite through the steal of armor. It's violent, yet well formed and simplified. I struggle to find ways to bring my ideas into a realm of existence. To see them come to life. The impatience, the torture of waiting, it is my daily struggle.

I feel compelled to hurry, but it requires patience, I feel torn and unaccomplished sometimes, but I have and continue to work and create so much. I draw this importance, yet I'm not concerned with sharing, yet I do seek to. I am selfish in my desire to create for me. I want to know that I can and have an innate desire to do so.

In the end I will share, but for now I must create for me. Even though it seems and feels selfish, I don't seek to hide it. I am an open book, I am an open mind, I study, learn, and mentor. I have nothing to hide.

I can be nothing but honest. But I know I appear selfish with my creations until they're ready, and sometimes I appear scattered and broken because of this. But I'm drawing closer to bringing them to life... and then I will draw in those that I seek to share with.

I will settle with myself some patience in order to bring these creations to life and set them free for others. I will share, but for now I'm selfish and shall remain. Off to create more...

...in the meantime, enjoy...

Create

Synapses kick and fire.
Mind alight with ire.

So many ideas to ideate.
Rapid visions to create.

To form the honest fashion.
Driven by violent passion.

Creation through reaction.
Simple, simplify, simple perfection.

Create a new thought.
Create the soul...
Create full of fraught.
Create internal fire.
Create internal passion.

Light it off... Let it explode... Let it break barriers... Let it free... Let it be...

Liberty taken to create, ideate, fire and ire aside, cast aside, eruption to create, to form, to know, to see... 

Liberty taken to create, ideate, permeate, fire and ire aside.
Liberty taken to create, ideate, permeate, fire and ire aside.

Screaming Twitch

11/20/1999

I delve into shadows,
I delve into darkness,
I delve deep below,
I delve to regress.

Olden days harken tales of yore
The lies fade away and the truth awaits...
The mind wonders and follows the path...
and the strength greater.

I've fallen down
I've fallen away
I've taken aback
and I have no remorse.

I see the days gone by,
and now I feel them seep into me...
I twitch uncontrolled,
the sleep has eluded me...
and now I pay, pay with this.

I scream,
twitch in turmoil.
twitch, twitch, twitch...
The day goes on without me,
I am lost in this the past,
I am lost inside my mind,
I am burned in the soul,
I am torn in the heart...
Why must this be?
I scream,
twitch in turmoil
twitch, twitch, twitch...

This is an old rambling of words I found. One of the many pieces I wrote between 94-2000. I'm not really sure though, what exactly I was remembering, but I do know the creative twitch that sneaks into my soul and gives me a bit of a twitch.