It was dark out, almost overbearingly so. Blinding to say the least. More importantly though it was perfect. I stretched my arms out and started climbing, one foot after the other and one pull after the next. This wall was the only obstacle in my way. I was finally free. I only hoped curiosity didn’t get the best of me. At last I had made it. The dark void of nothingness surrounded me. I looked down. Still nothing. I was at the night’s mercy. With slight hesitation I leaped off the wall, rolling onto what felt to be warm and elastic turf, welcoming me into the arms of the blessed land of Fairrey.
Shackles
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood
I wish you all well, or at least I wish I could
But you are the enemy, always to be watched
I wish it were any other way but my fate is locked
Big Brother is watching, not you but me
He has set his shackles upon us, but I want to be set free
Good Evening Jim Barr
Jim Barr, probably the strangest and most sour fruit on the vine. I know exactly why you left me. Jealousy, vengeance, contempt mixed with bad blood, all that good stuff. Of course, I won’t get down to the specifics…. we never do anyways. You are merely an echo of the past. Your presence wreaks of a treachery that forebodes bad luck. If venom originated from fruit then you would be the seeds, but knowing me I would fall for your petty tricks and indulge on the nectar. I wish I could forget you. But it’s hard to forget the ones that made you who you are, and unfortunately, I love myself.
The Rift
The Rift
The place where it all began. The place that brought us happiness…or so we thought. The place that gave us comfort, security, and love. The Rift brought us a fortune and the means to wonder the world and separate evil from the sincere. The Rift brought about innocence, a herd of lamb, and the means to live. It brought life. Unfortunately, it also brought death… and death is unforgivable.
Life On Mars
soft news
Living everyday life on Earth can be tough. The constant stress and anxiety that life brings about can have an effect on someone in a variety of different ways, good or bad. But just imagine reliving these things on the foreign ground. Another country? Sure, but another planet? That’s something else.
For years astronomers have pondered about the mysteries surrounding life on another plane and whether or not we could leave the world as we know it. It’s a scary thought but at the same time very thrilling. Recently funding for the Mars One program has gone up and a few people are being selected to go to Mars to live the rest of their days. Mars One aims to establish a permanent human settlement on Mars and prove to the world that people can survive on Mars.
This is an extremely big deal for many people, especially astronomers and those who work specifically in the space program as many scientific discoveries can be made which can further advance the growth of technology and the scope of our minds. By allowing humans to survive on another planet, it allows us to be able to think outside of the box and essentially expands our imagination by making the impossible possible.
A main driving force of the Mars One mission is pure curiosity. A lot of times curiosity gets the better of us but in this case, curiosity will define our humanity and fulfill our purpose as adventurous individuals. Many questions are asked: where did Mars come from? Can it teach us about Earth’s history? Is there life on Mars? These are just 3 of the most frequently asked questions by scientists all over the world and now that humanity is so close to discovering something new, maybe some of these questions will have an answer. But who knows, maybe we’ll only be uncovering more questions… it’s just a matter of time before we find out.
Life Is Uncertain…
The same could be said about the weather in Calgary. Oh, how mysterious it is, like an MC Escher drawing. Oh, how it echoes with musical vibrato, as winter does. Unlike a book, this weather has no structure. It has no layers. One might compare it with incomplete lasagna. It is a melancholy horror of which I love. A melancholy horror that probably doesn’t love me back. A melancholy horror that I desperately need.
Oh The Places You’ll Go…
Oh the places you’ll go and the adventures you’ll seek
The road to greatness is but a mighty feat
But I know you’ll make it, and you’ll fight the rain
Frying bigger fish, I know you’ll fight for change
The future is unknown and the past is lost
Memories unearthed at half the cost
People you knew, like trash they’re tossed
You should’ve remembered the ones you lost
soul.
music is a gracious gift, one which we all take for granted. we don’t know where it came from, nor do we know it’s true purpose. we can only make artificial interpretations as to why it exists and i’m here to present to you one of many reasons: it’s pure soul food. music is balance. it is a way of life. it can make you feel relaxed. It Can Make You Feel Exhilarated. other times it’s just there not because you want it, but because you need it. i know i need it. especially now. when you feel at the bottom. i always wondered why people liked country music. it’s one of the most uninteresting genres of music around. i guess i still wonder that but coming from a different state of mind, i guess everything is different for everybody. music to me is poetry that pertains to specific feelings. normal poetry can be interpreted in different ways, which is great however nowadays i just want things to feel like they have a direct purpose. i used to really like loose ends and for interpretations to be up to the reader but now i feel as if it’s pointless. there should be an answer for everything. i guess my attitude has changed and i’m not sure if it’s because of the music or if it’s because life is moving too fast for me to catch up. stress is something that’s been taking quite a toll on me for the last few months and i truly hate it. i really forget what a life without stress feels like. i just cannot get away from it, which brings me to the next thought: the human mind. i cannot escape it. the mind brings about thoughts that i want to forget and it distracts me from the future, with it’s haunting past. i wish i could just focus.
i finally put my thoughts out there, from the soul. time well spent i believe.
Time
The most frightening part of life is not the absence of time, but the realization of how much of it you really have.
This year being my final year of high school has truly had an effect on me that I did not expect. I finally realized what time is. I guess one could say I should have realized it long ago but it wasn’t until I dug up one of my old yearbooks while cleaning up my workspace did I realize what a life I have led.
To think that everything was coming to a close and that in the coming months I may not see the people I was closest to ever again. It really is a scary thought. It makes me wonder whether or not what I did in the past was right. I know it’s not a healthy thought to ponder on but sometimes it has to be done. The years I’ve spent building relationships and being the best person I could possibly be while at the same time being the person my parents wanted me to be has ultimately consumed 100% of my time, so do I regret it? Truthfully I don’t know.
There’s been a lot good that has resulted from the bad while at the same time there’s been a lot of bad… resulting from the good. The way it all works…It will always be a mystery, and admittedly I hate it. As time passes, more questions are being asked than questions being answered. Maybe I’ll figure it all out.
I have dedicated my entire blog to the subject of time.
So let’s begin, shall we? I think we’ve wasted enough of it.
Strange Fruit…
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze…
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees…
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop…
Strange fruit hanging…from the poplar trees
Seriously some of the most symbolic music I’ve ever heard. I just wanted to share it with you all.