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FreewaySignals lost amongst the chatter that fills the car. Audible sounds carry rhythm and words but neither are really observed to a great degree. Other noises are there too, into one ear, but not out the other. Into one mouth, but no words spoken. Children kicking and screaming for deep fried food and small plastic toys. The late afternoon carries CO2 and complacency. Blue cars and trucks, single file, construction on the freeway, expect delays.
Back down the clock, its five in the morning, and coffee and sugar coated snacks help bring the world of consumerism to wakefulness, unwillingly and with no sense of mercy or indulgence. White shirts, collar down, well done tie. Of course its a clip on, trying to put that much effort into a piece of cloth that hangs on ones neck is too much effort when the god damn sun isnt even up yet.
Mid afternoon, and at that hellish hour, people in sweat covered shirts try to repair the freeway, trying to do most of the work when the fl
Clock: Chapter 28
Its always the same, and for that reason, I have come.
The problems humans perpetuate are so easy to solve, that even they know the answers. The thing is, all they ever do is piss and moan. Theyre not willing to stand up for anything, theyre not willing to riot, and theyre not willing to inconvenience themselves. The problems exist forever onward, over and over.
Its the same shit, with a different name every time.
Religion, politics, famine, economics, starvation, disease, it is well within their power to fix all of these things.
They have so many voices, shouting so many different things, but words are pointless when the world is burning! Language has devolved into a series of nodding and grunts. They dont do anything with it. They dumb it down, slash at it. Simplify it It means nothing now because the power the words had is gone.
Now there is just fire, and catch phrases.
Im done with this, done watching, done with your will, done
Clock: Chapter 27
Catch yourself screaming at the wall, and wonder what the screaming is about. Are you yelling for change, or just for things to go your way? Will you budge, or are you just another wall yelling at one you dont like looking at.
The spaces in between start to bleed out, and it all means nothing.
Not to me.
Aidens come here to murder the CEO of some pointless empire. A man self appointed to rule over his subjects oh, Im sorry. Theyre called employees now.
Ive lived long enough to know how his plight would have ended so Im going to do something different for a change Im going to interact with him.
All goes according to L.E.Xs will, all security is gone for the time being, and Aidens path is free and clear. L.E.X promised him a one way ticket, and Aiden was happy to agree with it, because it meant that he could finally have that death he dreamed of. Inspire change, die in battle, he dreamt of a world where h
Clock: Chapter 26
The process that created the human mind was really just a large event of trial and error that lasted for eons. The perfecting of the mind, the shaping of the human brain slight alterations in how primitive humans functioned, created what exists today.
Their genesis was natural, logical, and an eventuality of evolution.
It is remarkable, how theyve managed to not only adapt and understand their creation, and how they came to be through trial and error again, theyve begun the process anew.
It started with an old operating system, one that was tweaked by some people to work on its own, fish out information from the great sea of data, and bring back what it was programmed to.
The funny thing is, their code was flawed. They didnt know it, because on their end, it was all working perfectly. However, as the little digital spiders were building their webs to catch information, they werent taking them down. The system was basically slowly spreading itself amo
A Great ViewI sat upon the mountain side, where great views have oft aligned
And within that stretch I could see the limited reach of mankind.
Where so many wounded hearts have tried to fly blind
And where so many souls have been left behind.
I sat there knowing, that youd pull me through.
I sat there awaiting all the things youd do.
Within my eyes, I saw a million children hopelessly crying
And amongst those cries, the poor were still dying
Amidst the debris, the politicians were still lying
And against all odds, you were still trying.
I sat there praying, that Id see your face again.
I stood still and hoped that this was not how it would end.
Amongst the haze filled streets and urban decay
The sun finally set in such a wonderful way
And the words were there, but I could never convey
What it was that I really felt that day.
I stood there smiling, waiting to finally see you.
I stood there crying, knowing that this would start anew.
High above the buildings, where they look for go
Clock: Chapter 25
There is much lost in translation of thought to words spoken. Reflective eyes gaze out amongst the dust and rot of a world long forgotten. The last oil fields left amongst humanity, before their backs being put against the wall forced them into alternative methods of power consumption. Theres still quite a bit of oil to be found here, but its all worthless now. Back when Aiden was fighting to defend this place, oil was worth more than any precious metal.
This field is worth nothing. All the corpses that burned under the harsh son the children of purity, burned before the might of industry.
Technology has improved so much. Bombs are deadlier, and are better able to find their targets. Bullets are tougher, and can slice through any kind of armor. New methods of defying aging are advertised every moment for every facet of youth obsessed elderly fools.
Their planet is dying, but they dont care, its just a space to occupy.
New ways to live.
New ways to kill.
Clock: Chapter 24
As they mix about in pointless violent tedium, the blades from up above hold the strings at such a desperate length. So many pointless wars, so few real good reasons. The ideological struggles are so deeply rooted now in trends and economics, that bloodshed is seasonal in certain regions.
Aiden walks among the crowd and tries to figure out where hes going, but its not coming to him.
He wanders with a sharp pain in his false leg, but hes learned to deal with it. Its now just a dull throb to him, one thats never gone away.
There are so many reminders of a world he hates looking around him. What little resources people have left are still dedicated to the bottom line of quarterly sales charts. Animated billboards telling people how a certain brand of shoes or deodorant can get them laid, fashion advice mostly telling people that brands are everything, and are the only way your friends will know who you really are.
He waits at a cross walk, a dozen other slobs
DanceIn the lightning covered rain, I saw it all as plain as day
Neither of us could be happy, because neither of us would get our way.
In the mystifying lights that pranced so high up in the sky
I saw you in my arms, and then I saw a cruel goodbye.
The water on the ground, bounces back up to the sound
Of the arguments and places that are so well renowned.
So whats left but chance, and this dead romance?
I could be a part of you, if only you could be a part of me.
So whats left but chance, and this disgusting dance?
In the end we feel alone, even when were side by side.
Amongst the fire and the flames, that spread about fury and decay
Your eyes burned through me in quite an awkward display.
And as the flames burned so bright amongst this awful muggy night
I kept my words in my head, and did my best to stay polite.
What you incite with your words has only made me feel much worse
I understood that it was me, and there was no way to put this in reverse.
So whats left bu
Clock: Chapter 23
You never told me what your name is supposed to mean.
Living Electronic Xenogenesis. I am false, but I am and I have no idea how I came to be.
You said you had a hunch?
Not much just an assumption. Figuring that maybe something went wrong with a network agent, and that caused a splintering of its core, which then went off into the wide world of wires and signals eventually, information collected like a snowball running down a mountain, and the end result was me. I was not born like you one day, I was simply aware and that was it.
You came to be as what you are now no growth, no gradual development, no trial and error to be created with such an innate sense of knowledge.
Knowledge means nothing without the context, understanding is what I seek.
Then youve come to the wrong person.
I doubt that, Prophet.
Well have to finish this
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Borderlined Once Too OftenDear Doctor,
I am not a pile of bones,
worn grey and yellowed
with the stains of this disease--
is a better plan than
an uncertaintity of pills;
(I won't even begin
to berate you for judging-
you'll get yours one day
when perhaps you'll learn
a label is a tool
instead of a weapon);
was never meant to mean
Sincerely, your patient
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
For Love of the StarsMoon Mother sighs, somber,
beneath a laughing Sun--
his world is ending,
hers has only begun.
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chair
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
The Tangled Webs We Weave...
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive..."
Bob never really liked his job,
a clerk, in a room full of clerks.
Many a time he'd call off sick,
his unwitting boss- a jerk!
The sun was up, the air was fresh,
those eighteen links were calling.
Bob called in sick (a fevered chill),
his bold-faced lie - appalling!
But as it was his boss had plans,
clients that needed wooing.
So they hit the links at eight-o-five,
"Is that Bob? Who's he fooling?!"
Sad to say, Bob lost his job (sigh),
still unemployed, though he tries.
If only he had told the truth...
he wouldn't have been ensnared by his web of lies!
2. The Affair
It seemed to Joe she worked too much,
overtime almost every night.
He missed their quiet times at home,
he wondered, did she see his plight?
His best friend Ed had tipped him off,
A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whip
furled fists, let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river, remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
She Is HumanBlood-bathed warrior,
priestess and healer,
she was the fury
the calm and pity.
Heartbeat to deafen thunder,
yet drown beneath whispers,
she swept across worlds
tripped upon the same rock
hurtled through lifetimes
never wanted to die,
scrambled for maturity
defied to grow up.
Saw all on her axis,
chose blindness to the past.
Threw shields before enemies,
opened her heart,
refused to begrudge
forgot not her pride.
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lie
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
Let in the DayStanding around late at night
Cure disease, cure my blight.
Make sure things are alright.
Don't take a sudden turn
Don't dismiss the things you learn.
Take for granted all the things you love
Take advantage of everyone's trust.
Don't be looking around anymore
Get up off that damn floor
Move out of that rut you're in
Finally get things moving again.
Down the road, across the unknown
Lying on the floor licking your wounds
Open that window for a change
Let in some light, let in the day.
It's a new day; there are new things to see
The sun outside's so bright I couldn't believe.
Time to move, time to go, time to progress
There's no time left for you to regress.
The sun will shine, the moon will rise
Standing still doesn't mean the day won't go by.
There's not much time left to wander
But more then enough left to ponder.
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