True Til Death's blog: "Creations"

And so it begins with the dimming of the candle light that once burned bright with such intensity of hope and dreams now benighted by such a darkness that consumes and forsakens the horizon of what once was and never will be again. Like that of the changing of time and seasons from the liveliness of spring to the withering and despair of winter. You stand here in this equinox divided by the decision that lay ahead to break what seems to be this pre-determined destiny or to write a new chapter that will give testimony to the things that plagues the minds of mankind. Like that of a saviour, disciple, or martyr your words will live on to tell a tale of a past life and the karma there within held, written in the blood of those who be damned, tainted by the memories of the impure in this crusade of self revoloution and revelation. Discard the mind of the one who once bestowed such knowledge upon you, your kingdom will crumble, but my memory shall remain instilled in your veins, your mind and your heart like a curse that possesses your soul, dictating your every move, I will be remembered. For I am the rose, the thorn, the disease, and the cure. I am your maker, you my apprentice, I am your supreme ruler and you my hand-made god. I am the revoloution and revelation you seek, I am the answer, I am you. And now the candle no longer burns at all, because the flame, the hope, and the dream are all dead, like that of the death of a thousand suns, forever eclipsed, shrouded and sealed into a tomb of eternal blackness never to be resurrected again. Written on Jan. 10, 2007 at 2:37 A.M.

" It was in the bleakness of winter, under a pale grey sky that I acquired you. So rare and so precious an artifact you were, the one long sought after gem that you spend a lifetime searching for, always told of, but always the notion of discarded of like a mere myth. Before my eyes you were in your natural beauty, so delicate, so fragile, but yet so strong. I was aware of the tedious task that lied ahead, to make you my labor of love, to be that one special piece that I would put my blood, sweat, and tears into. The process of restoration unly undetermined by my own self doubt and the skills I possessed. Hours upon hours, I put my heart and soul into rediscovering the essence of you, me consumed by you, you consumed by me. Always so sincere and always ever so careful in the way I treated and handled you. The day I reveal my proudest work getting ever nearer with each passing day, the anticipation within myself ever mounting, to let it all go for the world to see the joy I had found in you, the joy and pride I had found within myself. Then one day, one false move, one small error, one miscalculation caused you to crumble to pieces, taking me with you. Always asking myself how it could be that I could be so careless. The regret and the pain that I feel daily is enough to make me question my own abilities of an artisan. Into the wind, the dust-like particles of you swept away, taking my soul with you to remember forever like some sort of aged and weathered keepsake to cherish forever. Written on Monday Jan. 24, 2005 at 9:50 P.M.

Another piece that I have written. "Have you ever sat and took the time to hear the silence? Have you ever heard the volumes it speaks? It says everything that you are afraid to say, to admit to, to agree to, to disagree to. The key to unlocking your depths of perception is in your hands. What shall you do with it? The longer you wait the louder it gets until it just swallows you up and you become a part of it, a part of the abyss that is just as unscathed as the one thing that was spawned forth from it, leaving you disabled to the joys and sorrows of what it is that you do not understand. And you only thought that that when someone says to you "It all falls upon deaf ears.", that it held no weight, no merit, no validity? Test it to test you and let the truth be heard in the volume of silence." Written on Tuesday Jan. 25, at 10:46 P.M.

Ok... so I wrote this back when I was still in highschool in May of 2001 as a matter of fact, enjoy. "Slowly the mass walks to the hill, jaded by the misery that is winter. Quietly they stand, awaiting the embrace of the sun, a symbol of a new day and of seasons passing. One by one they kneel before the altar and pray to the gods to take them away from this fate. The sky darkens and the rain slowly begins to fall to cleanse the mass of all it's grief, for now it is time for them to walk down the pathway of eternity. In this ceremony nothing is sacred except the raputre of mortal men's souls evolving to join the spirits of all immortal destiny. The wind begins to howl and the shadows fall, welcoming these reborn souls to the place where all dreams are manufactured. For now the ceremony is over, and winter has taken its final breath." Written on May 2, 2001 at 6:12 PM.

It may be a surprise to a lot of you but I enjoy writing, it's not something that I do all too often but I do rather enjoy it when I do decide to write and I've decided that I shall share some of my creations with you all. And so follows...