Messiahnyde's blog: "Don't RUN! :)"

Things look up, I look up with them.

Life's goals are close and neverending.

The puzzle fits together perfectly

at first..

 

The world appears to be a good place.

Children laughing and playing.

I get the puzzle wet

The table stays dry.

 

I look at nothing, SYKE!

a piece of my puzzle is missing.

i find it, replace it

lots more pieces, so little time, it fits

 

I look around at nothing once again,

A kid cries for a popsicle and i envy him.

Even the playing field,

No means no.

 

Lovers hold eachother

Sometimes something spills

Their puzzle gets wet

Their table stays dry

 

30 more years, no reason to stop now.

Children laughing and playing

I got the puzzle wet

and the table stayed dry

 

I involve you

you bring your own pieces

we combine with eachother

it appears to fit

 

I look at nothing, SYKE!

another piece is missing

i look you in the eyes

i replace the missing piece with yours

 

Smiles and conversation

It gets wet again

I look in your eyes again

The table must be dry

 

I'm happy it's now and not later

I want children to laugh and play

They work 6 pieces

We work too many to count

 

The future is so far

Now is so real and good

30 years goes by slow,

i hope

 

The children stop laughing and playing

I look at nothing, SYKE!

Another piece is missing

I search and search

 

There it is! SYKE!

I cannot find it.

I spill something

The table gets wet

 

Where are you?

Where are your pieces?

The table is wet

The gaps Visible

 

A trail of pieces leads me to you

A hole in your bag

You talk to your friend

I cock my eyebrow

 

Another trail

They lead me to the children

They laugh and play

Their mom is picking up pieces

 

30 years into the future

It seemed so soon, now so far

It speeds up

i hope

 

Life's hopes and dreams

soaked under a worthless puzzle

distant and limited

all of a sudden..

 

No more children laughing

No more popsicles

Their puzzles get wet

Their table molds

 

30 more years, and i can't wait any longer

the train will get me there in seconds

bypass goals, bypass time

end it, wait at the tracks

 

I looked at nothing, SYKE!

a piece was missing

I looked into your eyes, trustingly

The piece i grabbed was useless

 

The tracks lead me to my journey's end

Bypass Goals, Bypass the children

Quickly and surely

Save the table

A lot of people think the word Satan was created for a specific being, like a name. The WORD Satan was created to describe someone as an Accuser. An Adversary. It was LATER ON Applied to the religious field describing an angel, etc. Well i want to go back to the original Meaning of the WORD Satan. The Accuser, the Adversary.. We must remember that to Accuse someone of something, there must be a system of beliefs pertaining to Right and Wrong. An ACCUSATION is the pointing of a finger at someone who did something WRONG. Basically, to Call someone the Accuser (satan), would be an accusation. Now before there was a structure of Morals (right and wrong). There was no accuser, there was no accusee. Morals were developed, right and wrong were created. Now we can accuse. Who will we accuse? The one who broke the morals. Who are the ones with the morals? The Religious, the Godly, the ones who created a purpose that involved these morals. So who was the original Accuser? The Religious Accused the immoral. So the Religious are the accusers. The Religious are "satan". THEIR Satan may have accused BACK, saying that their morals are lame or whatever. But the original SATANs were the ones who developed the morals, the ones who said WE ARE SUPPOSED TO LIVE LIKE THIS, AND THAT PERSON ISN'T! They are the original Accusers :) i dunno, just rambling a thought i was thinking add to it..

the light flickers people get sicker the thicker part of the room is absent but for an evil snicker you fade in while the light out illusional drought conscious deterrs like it's knocked out only awe stands strong shadows so long engulf the sun like king-kong looks of shock shun the flock bodies are still like they're outlined in chalk a sense of familiar my balls are like billiards my grin suggests that i might kill her my mouth wrinkles saliva sprinkles two white stones in the dark start to twinkle the party hides i confide because i know your secret of darkness inside close the blinds two of a kind the feast begins we are dark inside

visions of clouds through translucent skin

the result of your fear settles in

a white light that saturates rods and cones

passes out hope of an eternal home

all of your friends will be there in the end

depending where and when the wind blows them

as fear turns to comfort, survival is evaded

the dream in the pipe is less complicated

white gloves and face masks make declarations

of the hour and minute of your last exhalation

while your muscles tense, the fog thins away

opaque conquers invisible, darkness wins the day

the comfort and the night-light that were in the tunnel

all sucked away like beer down a funnel

it's too dark to tell if your friends are around

where did you go? 2 yards in the ground