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I know how long you spend on our blogs, but I think that this is a MUST! Even though that this is 76 minutes long, when you get a chance, it is very inspirational. I have watched this three times already and I had a hell of a time trying to find the book, which I have only read a few pages and it is beyond amazing. I have been following the videos that he is in with the time that he has left and everyone is memorizing in its own fashion.

Quotes XXVIII

Hope is hollow unless it is filled with dreams

I shall catch all of your dreams, behold them, and in all that I have, try to make them take flight

You behold the bow and I possess the strings that of you play upon my heart and it is a beautiful symphony that is created

i will be your rock among your raging seas and violent shores

Quotes XXVII

I will / would love you forever and a day

I burn myself in my sorrow

How much are you willing to bleed, to bare pain for one person, even if all of your hopes and dreams go astray?

Let me take your heart and bare it as a necklace next to mine

I have no heart beat for my words are my heart beat

Quotes XXVI

I'm holding my head in my hands, bitting my lip, but what about the madness, is this the end, or is this just the beginning?

I'm falling, I'm falling and I'm dragging you down with me

I see my whole world in your eyes

I would choose to choke on the dust and ash of all my hope and dreams than to lose you

Quote XXV

If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much is a word worth to create a picture?

My heart has turned to stone and sunk within me

I am the thief of myself, death to my heart

Losing myself to my own war

My heart has turned to stone and become a lead weight on my chest

Quotes XXIV

My mind is frozen, my heart is flame

Chaos is a beautiful thing when it is found how to control it

Phantoms in the night are the shadows upon your walls as you sleep

Waves of the sea keep on crashing down upon me as I watch you walk across them

The vile of life is never empty nor full, but it is constantly changing, always being injected and refilled. Antidote or venom, which one is more suitable?

Quotes XXIII

Pound your dreams into the dirt, the dust shall stir and new hopes shall rise to the skies

Rain is life, thunder is fury

Where have all of the hearts marched off to? To war that is!

I am a saint and a sinner, which one shows more?

Paths and Partings

Quotes XXII

I'm going to push myself til I find perfection in my works

My heart is Pandora's Box with gold trim

How the walls sing in my solitude

Dreams in the heart are like bodies, you count how many have been shot down

I have found my heart and it lies within yours

Quote XXI

Your soft breathing lulls me to sleep

Your love keeps the fire in my heart going

Eyes are a window to the soul

Hope in the heart is a dangerous thing, unless wisely used

Your tears are stronger than those of Heaven. They can drown cities and cleanse Hell.

Quote XII

My veins hold black ink and my heart has inkwells

Hold my heart more often than my hand

I will run through the forest of the night to you, burning brighter towards your heart

I've got the world in my arms tonight

Your heart is my methadone

Quote XX

The ground under me is giving away, catch me as I fall

You have taken my breath away for you have filled my lungs up with love

Stop me before I fall into the sea of love

My veins are frozen, for my heart is Pandora's Box

Take me and break me, but please don't ever foresake me

Quote IXX

Time is a swinging penduglum as we march on to it

I heave bled myself dry for you

You held the key to my heart, opened the door, and walked out

Lay me to sleep and sing me that song one last time

You are a theif, for you have stolen my heart

Quote XI

My heart is screaming your name, but it has only fallen upon deaf ears

I've been staring at myself through the glass, watching myself change

Drink your hopes and choke on your dreams

I have heard your voice / name carried through the darkness

You stood at the foot of my bed, smiling on as the wolves devoured / tore me apart

Quote X

I am the reason why angels fall from the sky like a thousand burning embers from a fire, my fire

I stood at the foot of my blood red sea, screaming (your name), only to realize it was my sea of burning passion (for you)

The only thing your love will cost you is your heart and everything that you know. I will consume your heart and I will bend and break everything that you have known

My heart is sinking and my body's caving in

I have walked through a darkness, til i found you, my light

Quote IX

When the lead is placed on your chest, how loud are you going to scream?

Silence is for the sorrowful

I have no regret, I've got no sorrow, I'm pushing on for tomorrow

Live it, Breathe it, Bleed it

Every time that I see you, I catch fire

Quote XIII

Home is a place I can't go

Your tears are sweet than those of Heaven

Ripping myself one sweet word at a time

These thoughts are pounding in my head to the rythem of the War Drums

Heaven is a blank space in my heart and Hell is a vast plain in my head, but oddly enough, I'm stuck here on Earth

Quote XII

I won't give up, I won't lay down silently

Breathe your poison / venom into me

Your eyes erase all of my imperfections

I'm torn into two (cause your not here)

Your a burning angel (of all my desires)

Quotes XI

My heart is silently screaming your name

Your sweet smile tore me apart

With this ember, we'll start a fire

Plung your dagger into my heart

Burn me alive with the fire in your eyes

Quotes X

I am the Night Phoenix and I behold in my mind a Shattered Paridise

My heart has beaten me to the floor once again

Breathing in silence

The Symphany Of Destruction

Orchestra Of Mayhem / Chaos

Quotes IX

I’ve been treading through the dust and ash

We all silently scream for the person we can’t be

The war of the hearts

Time is a constant evolution

Midnight In The Winter Desert

Quotes VIII

I throw myself before you only to have you pick me up

Do you live with every breath or do you die with every step?

Don’t let the stars come out tonight, for I see all of them in your eyes

I see an angel through the dust and ash

I can’t stop falling in love with you over and over again

Quotes VII

Can’t you hear me? I’m screaming your name into hollow voids

Can you please plung your hand into my chest and check if my heart is still beating?

I’ve given my heart away and it’s resting in your hands

I would put myself through Hell just so that you can feel like you in Heaven

Bleed your heart out and burn from the inside out, setting the entire room ablaze

Quotes VI

As my heart beats in my chest, each beat is for you

I will rip apart worlds for you

How many times have I ripped out my heart and smeared it upon your walls?

Drink the poison and taste the venom

We’re going to shatter all of these hearts with this silver bullet

Quotes V

We saw the stars fall and burn the ground

I’ve got poison in my veins and I think it’s starting to take a liking to my mind....

I will pull Heaven out of the sky to watch you through all of the night’s that we’re not together

And so let the rain come pouring in like you into my life

I see the whole world in your eyes

Quotes IV

As I begin my descent to minus zero, my fading thoughts are of you

The river ran with crimson as we watched the Darkness crawl along the ground

Tragedy makes us realize that we’re still human

To rip my heart out and give it to you, to hole it in your hands and do as you please with it is the greatest of gifts that I could ever give to you

To run and hide in my safe haven is in your arms

Quotes III

My mind lies in Hell, my heart lays in Heaven, and my soul, a realm I cannot tell

Raise Hell and burn from the inside

Their venom / poison flowed through them and their flames over took them. There was no antidote, nor way to stop the fire as they slowly died in each other’s arms

The Darkness that haunts the woods with the Crimson River that boils hatred and rage, while the woods scream at the top of their lungs

The orchestrated stars shimmered and the moon wept for us

Quotes II

I’m bound by chains, broken by hope, shattered by life, I’m giving up and I want to go home

It was dark before, but now, it is an endless midnight until I find her under the skies

And so the night bleeds on and on

Let my words haunt thee well

My love for you in my heart is killing me (because I have no way to fully express it)

Quotes I

I bare wounds only on my heart

I bleed black ink from a crimson heart

I live on a plain, start walking and find me

I’ll make the Darkness of the night your evening dress, I’ll string the stars as your necklace and the moon to go along with it

All of my dreams I cannot see, as the room fills with screams

The Begger

We all have our wants and our needs. Our wants turn into our needs and our needs are unattainable and so, we become lost. We are then broken and tear away from everything. Sitting and stirring about our thoughts, burning alone. We are left with nothing.....all hope fires. Angels burn and demons smile with a weeping tear for all that is forsaken. The living die and the dead keep on living in our hearts, in our memories. Crying out of the darkness in despair for everything that is only attainable in time or unattainable. The moon wept in the darkness of the night for us. We all cry in our silence for the things that we long for in life and once we have them, we burn. I cut the rope you held on to that kept me falling into my own abyss. I'm only here cause I'm too afraid to leave.

Hope In Sorrow

I am playing the soft chello upon the nerves of arm, don't you hear the beautiful, sorrowful song that I am playing, the one that gives you all the hope in the world and then in an instant, it is rightfully taken from you for another time and place, but without cause or reason. My strings refuse to break for they are the only tune that I truely know how to play without flaw, and yet, I play them with a smile.

You

I'm breaking open at the seams once again. My heart is splitting open as it's sheading layers. The darkest corners of it, way deep down, near the River of Styx that runs through it are being lit. As I watch this figure walk more and more towards me, the most beautiful silhouette starts to take form. A new breath of life starts to flood my lungs and starts to run rampant through my veins. Washing me away in the tides as I realize that it's you. As you took my hand, nothing has ever been the same.

Moonlight Vision

As I lay myself to sleep while listening to the silence of the Darkness, the moon light gently creeps across my face just as sweet and beautiful as you are. I start to smile as they slowly take me and consume me.

Darkness

Darkness is for the loneliest of lonely, the blackest of nights bring comfort to the hearts that scream in pain and the ones that are utterly alone, who are waiting for someone worth bleeding for and burning for, worth spending every ounce of blood, strength, and tears, one that's worth dying for with out a thought, the boundless soul that passes through the darkness looking for a light to illuminate their darkness, darkness bounds all, but light bleeds through.

Break Down of Meditation 17

As said in Meditation 17, we all have our own bells that toll only twice. The first time they toll is when we are born into this world, and the second is when we’re about to exit it, for the rest of the time, it is silent like the forest in the winter. We all die for different reasons; age, sickness, war, justice, etc. All of these must be translated, all of which can be translated by translators employed by God. All of the translating goes from a complex, hard to understand, and comprehend to a beautiful, elegant, extravagant language that forever continues.
The tolling of our bell initiates us into this world or it throws us out of this world like a bartender. Donne shows that we have our time that is set upon this world and it reports like a porter. Our soul then reports to it’s acquired destination so it may report like a solider on the battlefield. We all have different tollers for different reasons that call us home. The final tolling brings us into eternity within a glorious realm.
The translation goes from a rough language to a language that has infinitive meanings. Donne shows that every man has their own book that they write with this rough language that is later judged by all of the translators that were employed by God and God himself. This language is then translated into a beautiful language and a new book is then forged from the old. This new book not only begins a new chapter, but it is in it’s own entity.
Donne explored the depths of death and judgement upon our final arrival. Death is a much harder chapter for us to explain for once we are there, we never want to leave. He depicts this through metaphors as they are the only way to catch a glimpse into this realm of the process of passing from one world into the other. We have come to know these tellings through many eons of dying and rising into the other realm and near experiences. He takes all of all of these tellings and puts them into vivid images.
We all walk hand in hand with Death as he walks us ever more from one bell tower to another that beholds the Gates of Glory as we scribble in our book. When we walk through the gates, Saint Peter greets us as he smears the blood of Christ in a crucifix-like style across our foreheads. Michael, the archangel stands by his side as we exchange our book that we had been carrying from the first bell tower where Death had given it to us for a new book so that we may continue our lives, eternally. Standing amongst the small and great, we are judged through translators who flip through our books page by page and by that book that we had been carrying, given to Michael, by what it contains, the final knower and translator of all is God who rules out whether we stay or if we are cast out. We cannot separate ourselves from all of the small and all of the great for we are born into mankind and we fall out of mankind. “No man is an island, entire of itself.” We are bound to one another, we all stand unified with our one sacred gift, our soul.

Alternate Ending For The Masque of the Red Death

The Masque of the Red Death

Screams echoed down the halls like bells in a church. Prince Prospero awoke, panting as though he were a dog, checking if he was in a dream or the real world. Fear struck his heart as it would strike any man’s heart if he were to obtain a visit from Black Knight on his boned horse with his enormous scythe drawn over his shoulder. The prince knew that he had to do something about the plague, but if he didn’t, it would eclipse the land in the same way that it had came, in silence, covering all in darkness and decay.
Two-thirds of Europe was already silenced from this so called “Monster”. His kingdom was already starting to go to ruins as though an army was in it slowly killing off his people with no mercy. The Black Knight was the sole rider of this army of darkness, creating chaos, pain, misery, grief, sickness, and his personal favorite, death, the claiming of the soul. His disciples, his servants, his followers were always dressed for this occasion, dressed in blooded-red, dripping profuse amounts of blood, enough to fill a bucket if their clothes were to be rung out. Their chants were that of moans and screams from the pain and their eyes were whiter than the moon.
The prince contemplated for hours, days, as to how to contain this creature of death. He couldn’t sleep at night because of the thoughts that had been running rampant through his torn mind. There was banging day and night on the door to his palace as though the door were a drum and the people were the sticks, pleading, begging for help, for a savior from the horrid beast. Many couldn’t take refuge in Christ at the church since the priest had died anointing the sick, the same death followed him just as it had done to his followers. The ones that were still alive, that is if they hadn’t lost their hope, turned to Prince Prospero.
“Send some men out, gather the healthy, leave the sick or potently sick for we have to leave this blood stained kingdom that has had Death staying for far too long. We will take refuge in the mountains, start a new kingdom there, wait til Death has taken his collection of souls and til he is satisfied.” and so with that the battle with the beast had finally started to see some light as though an angel was slowly descending.
The people were dazed and confused as to why they were “invited” to the palace, that is until what prince told them what he had in mind. Many didn’t want to leave their dying loved ones, possessions, and the land that they have known all of their lives. This was the only way that they knew that they could live and continue their lives, even thought it would never be the same. They set off from all that they have ever known, never to return, only to return to the to the ashes and dust that they once were. The Black Knight followed them to the mountains, eclipsing the land, the kingdom in a dark sleep, never to wake from, claiming his souls, even though he never has and never will satisfy his hunger for souls. His dark army will continuously grow that is until he has absolute rule over all and sees all. It is a perpetuating cycle of never ending taking, never giving a second chance because all roads lead to one path, eternal sleep and silence.

Unison

I will follow myself home tonight, leaving you out in the dark with the cryptic night and tantalizing phrases. I will fall asleep with silence tonight, without your words, without your breath in my ear, your warmth next to me again.
Outside baring a single candle in your hands, you solely illuminate the Darkness even as the rain comes pouring down and the wind comes by. The candle is your life and it shall forever burn. It will light my world.
The night tonight is for us to behold and do as we may. We shall build what all desire and envy. It will tower over the World and eclipse it in a shadow that we share.
Our bodies scream for one another and our hearts sing in unison. Entwined in a sea of sheets, we are bound, becoming one. Life is running out of me, covering the room with passion.

Your Ocean's Current

The waves of you keep on crashing and taking me over. They keep on dragging me out and under as I watch you stand on shore illuminated by the moonlight. As I am sinking farther down, the night's sky keeps on getting broader, until I can see it all. I watch as you walk across the water and stand over me as I sink into the shadows of the sea without any sort of plea except, let me keep on sinking.

Lost

All that I have found has all turned to ash
And I can't breath no more
For you are not by my side
And I've gone away
I cannot dream
On my own, your all that I see
I have nothing to bleed
My heart is dead without you
Please come back
And I'll be fine
I've turned my back to myself
And I'm running to you
I cannot bare this anymore
Let me see you once more
I'm screaming at the shadows once more your name
As they laugh at me and dance
Upon my walls and they flee with morning's light
For I see you once more and you light up all that I am
I have laid here, nailed to my bed waiting for you
To be back in my arms, once again, so that I may be
All the restless nights, without you here
Til I've screamed in silence your name
I've taken my heart to you to be mended
for you know all its worth, I cannot read it anymore
it is broken and shattered in my hands it lays
make something beautiful like you
I have loved you all the days
that you haven't been here
and now you are here
I want to run forever
I am of new
for I have found you
my fire's burning bright
and all my yesterdays are buried
you have taken me
and I have never
been the same
my heart is full
of what you have done
taken me over time and time
again

The Tree Of Life

You see there's a tree that grows in the forest, one of which that could never die, it bares the riches of fruits, the greenest of leaves, and the brownest of barks. It sits in the middle of the forest encircled by all the trees and is greater than all others. The trunk is ever changing into the branches and the branches ever fall, receding into the ground, conjoining with the roots and the roots blend together to form the trunk, the unending cycle of the tree that behold an hourglass of infinitive grains of sand. The hourglass that can never shatter for it is the heartbeat of the tree and on a rock sits a hooded man with a great big scythe, who is ever gathering the fruit that falls from the fruit baring tree and then he takes us one by one and leads us through the Gates of Glory. The forever growing tree that lies in Paradise, the Garden of Eden in the Forbidden Forest.

Shattered

I scream in my own silence as my ashed wings are pull out of my back by myself. My heart is a little more hollow and cold than hell as my veins turn to ice and shatter within. The weight of my world is blowing my knees out and breaking my back. All I ever wanted was to understand everything as I watched my aspirations fall on the backs of all the burning saints as devils danced and shadows smiled. Take my hand and show me that there's a little light in this dark world that I've created. I gave all I ever could and now, I'm broken, won't you take me home tonight?

Suspension

I have poison in my veins, with a half tainted smile knowing that my mind will soon be in a stooper, my paradise in my mind where thoughts flow forth like a fountain without resistance. It is a gift that I never want to leave because I have no emotion, no thought for my heart does all of my thinking, and it pours forth all of my emotion. All of my words are full of emotion. My hollowness is full of thought, for some unapparent, abstract reason. I am able to roam across the universe in my mind, and find Heaven on Earth, the Garden of Eden, and the perfect and all answered life.

Fitting Print

I have been looking at you through the six inches of glass. You can't see me, but I can see you. When you leave your hand print and walk away. It is the only thing of you that's left. For days on end, I have waited for you, staring at it, longing for you to come back and place your hand on where you left it, so that I may see you once more. It is only hope.....

Sorrow To Hope

Do not weep
For I have gone to sleep
I've laid my head
In my final bed
Do not have sorrow
Cause I wont be here tomorrow
What I cannot see
I cannot be
I've taken flight
Everything's going to be alright
Have no fright
I'm here with you tonight
I'm here
My dear

Shead

This fire will burn us all and eventually consume us all, but I will keep on fighting until my lungs collapse and I am on the flat of my back looking up into the night's sky gasping for breathe, bleeding all that I have left.....

The Walk

The path crosses over the dark river that runs red with all of the sinners. White flowers of the innocent and pure at heart line the way to the gates. The gate is elegantly designed and a bit rusted. Over grown trees provide with shade as they drip black with evil. The branches and vines, the veins of the trees intertwine with one another making a canopy. The bridge that crosses the river has aged planks that have seen many walk over them.

The Massacre

Do you see the red glow in his eyes, the way he holds the sword, his fangs that show every time he smiles, the soft beautiful torment that he puts himself through, the poison that he bleeds, the dust and ash that he breathes, the way he howls at the full moon, showing how insanity drives him a madman, how he creeps and stalks the shadows, the fact that his other side comes out at night, only while the darkness is out for comfort, does he repay his debts by spreading his torn wings.

The Blackened Eclipse

As I lay myself to sleep tonight, I'm falling more and more into the Abyss of night, as the darkness slow starts to devour me. There's nothing there to prevent me from falling into the arms of tonight as the stars come out to play and the moon hangs high. Tonight, I lay myself down with a smile knowing that I'm yours and your mine. As my eyes slowly shut and I begin my descent to minus zero, my fading thoughts are of you.

Pieces Of Motives

One moment with me and I shall give you only a taste of the world, the thirst of power and desire, one's of which nothing else will ever satisfy in the wildest of dreams. Give me a moment in your heart and I have the cure for all of your ailments, every drug ever known and many more. I will be the opium in your veins and the ecstasy in your head. Begging and craving for more is where upon your knees you will fall, this is only the beginning. Through the muck and mud, I shall take you through Hell and the City of Dis, through Heaven and the Gardens. I will lead you to Eden and to the Ninth Bolgia. Every emotion will be exploited and every thought and memory will come forth in one form or another. Every deep desire, every dark one will take hold, the one's that you try to suffocate in the back of you head, the one's that you try to forget. Fear means torment, torment means pain, pain means absolute power once you are able to see through it, it is only a factor that is present, that won't leave until you learn to take it in only as another spectacle of life. Life is only the constant walk through Heaven and Hell, how much can we put up with Hell and how long can we stay in Heaven. I have many tunes that I can play you, just request for I am the maestro of emotions.

assignment # 1

The best reading assignment that I've had, I would say would have to be anything in poetry or anything classical and the reason being is because poetry has many interpretation, its just the question of which one will you pursure? The classical works are things that anyone, from any sort of walk of life can relate to and that is the reason as to why they have lasted for so long, you metion a single title of one and it will more than likely be known. The texts of poetry or anything classical still show a human and a nonhuman connection, they offer revisited places that one would only dream about, they show human characterists that one desires, they are places to get lost in that have been loosing people for ages, and i can relate to these types of works on many degrees.

The Soft Night

It was dark before, but now, it is an endless Midnight. I'll make the Darkness of the Night your evening dress. I'll string the stars as your necklace and the moon to go along with it. And so the night bleeds on and on as the orchestrated stars shimmered and the moon wept for us. We saw the stars fall and burn the ground as I begin my descent to minus zero, my fading thoughts were of you. I will pull Heaven out of the sky to watch you through all of the night's that we're not together. Don't let the stars come out tonight, for I see all of them in your eyes and let the rain come pouring in like you into my life. Let me take pieces of your heart so that I may engrave my name upon it as my heart beats in my chest, each beat is for you.

The Unexplainable Feeling

How many times do you have to die before you find someone that breathes life, someone that makes you feel so alive that you couldn't tell the difference if you were in Heaven or still here on Earth. Someone that you would go through Hell just to be with and to hold. Its amazing as to how one person can make you feel, pick up the pieces of your shattered life, put them together and make something beautiful, but never as beautiful as they are. To become lost and asphyxiated in their eyes, wondering as to how you lived before you met them and how you could ever live without them, wanting to take all of their burdens off of their shoulders and bare it upon yours. To follow them to the end and yet still make it work after that. One person to change your entire life, your entire perspective on life and make everything seem right even though all may be wrong. To bleed your heart out to them, for them every second of life, to become one with them and to never let go. To give everything up just to have them by your side and with them, make life worth living every second is something far beyond any sort of possible explanation that shall just remain an unexplainable feeling.