The Last Land I stood On

First, you need to relax. I know it's not as warm as it once was but you get used to the cold and warmth can be found in the people around you. Secondly, do not get used to crying to get things. Some people never grow out of it. Avoid them. Spend time around people who smile in the face of despair. Learn from them all you can. Everyone is a lesson. A story. A unique and wondrous perspective on the chaos that is human existence. The more people you talk to, the more you understand it. But never speak if you have the opportunity to listen. Especially if you want someone to like you. There's nothing you can say that'll endear someone to you as much as really and truly listening to them. You are on day one of a sometimes remarkable, sometimes terrible, sometimes beautiful, strange and always completely unknown journey. Be ok with this. Worrying about what happens next will ruin the surprise. You will meet strange people along the way, some good, some bad. This is a pattern that will more than likely repeat constantly as you grow up. Some things will be good, some things will be bad. Neither will ever last forever. Nothing will stay the same. Appreciate every moment of happiness and remember it when you despair. Hold them close. And when you are happy, remember the moments of despair and think to yourself, "I told you so." Never let someone else define you. You are your own creation and only you decide how you feel, who you are and what you want. This can be scary at first but it is liberating to truly and utterly embrace your own identity. People who hate you for not being like them are not worth hating back. Please, let go of hate whenever you can. Accept love whenever it is given and give it out freely. It is the most powerful force on earth.

Enjoy your stay.

The Desire To Live Underwater Forever

Your salary is not love and your word is not love. Your clothes are not love and holding hands is not love. Sex is not love and a kiss is not love. Long letters are not love and a text is not love. Flowers are not love and a box of chocolates is not love. Sunsets are not love and photographs are not love. The stars are not love and a beach under the moonlight is not love. The smell of someone else on your pillow is not love and the feeling of their skin touching your skin is not love. Heart-shaped candy is not love and an overseas holiday is not love. The truth is not love and winning an argument is not love. Warm coffee isn't love and cheap cards bought from stores are not love.  Tears are not love and laughter is not love. A head on a shoulder is not love and messages written at the front of books given as gifts are not love. Apathy is not love and numbness is not love. A pain in your chest is not love and clenching your fist is not love. Rain is not love.

Only you. Only you, are love.

Rule Of Success.

A person may not be interested in his talents, but he will always be talented in his interests.

Power words.

King. Blast. Scream. Queen. Ice. Pages. Ocean. Liquid. Roar. Ink. Power. Perish. Big.

Words, can create sensations that you can feel nowhere else.

Things To Remember.

Slow down and know that the only way you will get things done, is if you focus on one of them at a time.

Start outside yourself and finish within. Always run towards something, never away

And We Wait.

Before now, before you're here, we're getting the world ready. We've softened all the corners. We've taken all the chemicals out of everything we've ever made and used them to make fireworks to mark your arrival. We've invented leaves that fall 20% slower and are 100% more fun to fall into. We made new colours. We made snow. We made summer holidays. We've even created something called a "puppy" and a "kitten" and you may choose which one you prefer when you get here. Which is where we are now. Before you are born.

The Distraction

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling "This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!"

And each day, it's up to you, to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say "No. This is what's important."

The truth, straight out.

You will not remember much from school.

School is designed to teach you how to respond and listen to authority figures in the event of an emergency. Like if there's a bomb in a mall or a fire in an office. It can, apparently, take you more than a decade to learn this. These are not the best days of your life. They are still ahead of you. You will fall in love and have your heart broken in many different, new and interesting ways in college or university (if you go) and you will actually learn things, as at this point, people will believe you have a good chance of obeying authority and surviving, in the event of an emergency. If, in your chosen career path, there are award shows that give out more than ten awards in one night or you have to pay someone to actually take the award home to put on your mantlepiece, then those awards are more than likely designed to make young people in their 20's work very late, for free, for other people. Those people will do their best to convince you that they have value. They don't. Only the things you do have real, lasting value, not the things you get for the things you do. You will, at some point, realise that no trophy loves you as much as you love it, that it cannot pay your bills (even if it increases your salary slightly) and that it won't hold your hand tightly as you say your last words on your deathbed. Only people who love you can do that. If you make art to feel better, make sure it eventually makes you feel better. If it doesn't, stop making it. You will love someone differently, as time passes. If you always expect to feel the same kind of love you felt when you first met someone, you will always be looking for new people to love. Love doesn't fade. It just changes as it grows. It would be boring if it didn't. There is no truly "right" way of writing, painting, being or thinking, only things which have happened before. People who tell you differently are assholes, petrified of change, who should be violently ignored. No philosophy, mantra or piece of advice will hold true for every conceivable situation. "The early bird catches the worm" does not apply to minefields. Perfection only exists in poetry and movies, everyone fights occasionally and no sane person is ever completely sure of anything. Nothing is wrong with any of this. Wisdom does not come from age, wisdom comes from doing things. Be very, very careful of people who call themselves wise, artists, poets or gurus. If you eat well, exercise often and drink enough water, you have a good chance of living a long and happy life. The only time you can really be happy, is right now. There is no other moment that exists that is more important than this one. Do not sacrifice this moment in the hopes of a better one. It is easy to remember all these things when they are being said, it is much harder to remember them when you are stuck in traffic or lying in bed worrying about the next day. If you want to move people, simply tell them the truth. Today, it is rarer than it's ever been.

(People will write things like this on posters (some of the words will be bigger than others) or speak them softly over music as art (pause for effect). The reason this happens is because as a society, we need to self-medicate against apathy and the slow, gradual death that can happen to anyone, should they confuse life with actually living.)

To Every Atom.

So now you tell me you can't do it. That you can't face anything. Did you just tell me you've given up? That you're mere skin and bones? You have no life. That you have no motivation? Then listen to this.

You are more than this. You are more brighter than the stars that shine the sky at night. You are stronger than the sun that tears the sky, to let the world see a new dawn. You can join the millions talking in the dark. Or you can stand up and scream light, out into the night. Wait till your body fights your mind and your mind fights your soul and your soul fights the world, to try and figure out what you are. So what if you stumbled, get back up, shove your face back into the world's face and show them what you are. Show them, make them wonder. And they will wonder. And they will wonder, mark my words, for centuries to come.

A look into the future. (Repost)

This is an early post. I was going through my compositions and decided to repost this. Original post here.
http://swan--song.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-into-future.html?










"A bomb hits the city and all life is instantly vapourized. But, I'm not so fortunate as I see buildings burn down right in front of me. Stumbling, I trip over pieces of descending flesh. Leaving behind the pile of smoldering humanoid remian. Radiation chasing, leading me to a nuclear grave.

Were we ready to fight world war III?

Yet, humanity somehow stood up on its mutated feet. Still filled with men with unnerving pride. Those who just won't accept their loss, their defeat, their end. And into missiles, they crammed disease and deadly poison. One by one they launched them to an unstoppable journey to kill off the last. I choke on my tongue. I see people vomiting blood. The gas from above is filling my lungs, taking over the little spaces.

And now there is nothing but darkness, and silence. The species of man is now extinct. All that remain are the boiling oceans, into which the continents sink slow and steady. The gravity's gone and the moon collides with a dead Earth. It leaves the flaming world out of orbit. Leaves it flying uncontrollably into deep space.

Were we ready for World War IV?"

Crimson

We have come a long way, through rain and the dust of time. Times full of wonders. Full of secret dreams. We have seen the winters. We have seen the sunlight's brightest shine. The song has now ended, the last notes fade away.

But a new one begins. The music will continue. Now it's time for the future. We left our past behind. All the battles are over. But our dreams still live to see a new dawn. Smoke has been rising, though now it's blown away by the wind. Time has come, we'll never rest. At the end of the battle, we fight. No more tears, no more pain. Glory for us all. Now it's time to release our souls from all diseases. A kingdom will come, a keeper of the crown. A call for rebellion, scream for revenge. Because for freedom, we stand. Hymns of redemption, we're singing along. A hail to the band of the crown. We are wanderers on the run.

Now we see our tomorrow. The night transits. And our dreams lived to see a new dawn.

On Leash.

The pen that moves, in liquid fire
Will move the world assunder
To grasp the ears, of those that fear
The written word like thunder

The Strangest Voice.

You'll forgive me but I'm professionally curious. I'm paid to be interesting. I'm indebted to mystery.


And perhaps you have thought that because I use simple words, I am an idiot savant who does not understand bigger ones, but I've experienced such limerance from a simple dulcet daliance with complexity that I've come to believe that such things almost always destroys a decent dénouement, which as I previously stated, is what I'm here for. 


Hence, I apologize again but I'm here for the intrigue. I'm here for the plot. For the exposition and if there's time for one more, a refrain.


So I'm not interested in what you have to tell me.


I am only interested in the things, you cannot say.