Post by Revvie® on Feb 6, 2011 19:07:13 GMT -5
0 Reminiscence
The walls don’t exist anymore, the paint is something of a distant. The ideas that once held the house up as a home are faded. I hear the bounce of the ropes, the fire that burns within the stadium, the high that sustains my existence. Green, more of a brown. Moments, minutes, this isn’t but second away from collapsing into its own disease, my disease.
A Boy.
A Toy.
A Boy with a Toy.
An oasis sat before the boy, I could feel the ropes beneath my blades. It felt amazing, it felt odd, the boy was in front an oasis; he was unaware. “Hello,” he spoke to me with precise eyes, each one of them gripping truth. I fell ill, repulsed by the sight? The words? I spewed out flesh tones and reds and browns. “Your not well, are you ok? Does the sight of truth make you unwell?” His flesh was pale, his eyes were empty; I hated him, he loved me. “This isn’t me, or is it?” This isn’t me or is it?
The toy had a face, the toy had a mouth and eyes. The toy was perfect, I am not, I am a toy. It wasn’t funny, it was sad; I was happy. I felt plastic begin to be shrink wrapped around me; suffocation. I wondered of what packaging I would come with, would I come with accessories? I hoped to come with a belt, I always loved the belts, they were always neat.
1 The Crystal Current
Blue, dash of green, hint of purple. Graceless and Faithful was his soul. The blue tasted of sweat of forgotten day. Green was a scent, a smell of authority. I could hear the purple speak of a higher life and of championships, it spoke of glory. The rocks of my fame, I grasped them tightly. Many around me hold tightly to their rocks. I find them amusing, I begin to laugh, and then…..I let go. Then they began to laugh as I moved with the current; shunned.
Echoes, I remember echoes but my life was only a hole. Greed, Pride, and Ignorance, a temporary lapse of judgment. I cant remember his name, it doesn’t matter, I will continue to flow forward. Without or with, it does not matter. The idea is not the surrounding cast but the truth itself. Transcending the meek and gliding along the ebbing nature of my existence.
2 Nightmare; Forgotten
Each dash of light is tinged with the darkness of the infinite. My wandering not towards that of a match but of a made up scenario followed by actors upon their stage, their stage is not mine. It is not my show that they have all come to see and its not my past I wish to relive. Remembered, logged away, forever. I know nothing of who these men truly are beneath their acts of superiority and thoughts of confidence. I follow not their path and may never find a path. Paved.
3 Truth
Separate. Breakdown. Tear into pieces. Paste and Tape. A new existence.
4 Sermon
Another day, another fool who seems to only see within the confines of their own glass tank. Continue to swim with yourselves. This whole federation is filled with this new idealism, new superstars with the same dreams and old superstars with no dreams only a hope of a few great matches again. I haven’t got the tenure of EBR or the consistency but at the end of the day when we look we both see the same thing, a man. You learn that in the end it is only a man that separates you from fate. I don’t wish to win or lose, I just wish to wrestle again, step into the ring and see where I am. These are but gaps within the road, the end result is the only thing that drives me, the rest, just like this federation is just a bunch of forgotten dreams and hopeless young men.
Amen.
The walls don’t exist anymore, the paint is something of a distant. The ideas that once held the house up as a home are faded. I hear the bounce of the ropes, the fire that burns within the stadium, the high that sustains my existence. Green, more of a brown. Moments, minutes, this isn’t but second away from collapsing into its own disease, my disease.
A Boy.
A Toy.
A Boy with a Toy.
An oasis sat before the boy, I could feel the ropes beneath my blades. It felt amazing, it felt odd, the boy was in front an oasis; he was unaware. “Hello,” he spoke to me with precise eyes, each one of them gripping truth. I fell ill, repulsed by the sight? The words? I spewed out flesh tones and reds and browns. “Your not well, are you ok? Does the sight of truth make you unwell?” His flesh was pale, his eyes were empty; I hated him, he loved me. “This isn’t me, or is it?” This isn’t me or is it?
The toy had a face, the toy had a mouth and eyes. The toy was perfect, I am not, I am a toy. It wasn’t funny, it was sad; I was happy. I felt plastic begin to be shrink wrapped around me; suffocation. I wondered of what packaging I would come with, would I come with accessories? I hoped to come with a belt, I always loved the belts, they were always neat.
1 The Crystal Current
Blue, dash of green, hint of purple. Graceless and Faithful was his soul. The blue tasted of sweat of forgotten day. Green was a scent, a smell of authority. I could hear the purple speak of a higher life and of championships, it spoke of glory. The rocks of my fame, I grasped them tightly. Many around me hold tightly to their rocks. I find them amusing, I begin to laugh, and then…..I let go. Then they began to laugh as I moved with the current; shunned.
Echoes, I remember echoes but my life was only a hole. Greed, Pride, and Ignorance, a temporary lapse of judgment. I cant remember his name, it doesn’t matter, I will continue to flow forward. Without or with, it does not matter. The idea is not the surrounding cast but the truth itself. Transcending the meek and gliding along the ebbing nature of my existence.
2 Nightmare; Forgotten
Each dash of light is tinged with the darkness of the infinite. My wandering not towards that of a match but of a made up scenario followed by actors upon their stage, their stage is not mine. It is not my show that they have all come to see and its not my past I wish to relive. Remembered, logged away, forever. I know nothing of who these men truly are beneath their acts of superiority and thoughts of confidence. I follow not their path and may never find a path. Paved.
3 Truth
Separate. Breakdown. Tear into pieces. Paste and Tape. A new existence.
4 Sermon
Another day, another fool who seems to only see within the confines of their own glass tank. Continue to swim with yourselves. This whole federation is filled with this new idealism, new superstars with the same dreams and old superstars with no dreams only a hope of a few great matches again. I haven’t got the tenure of EBR or the consistency but at the end of the day when we look we both see the same thing, a man. You learn that in the end it is only a man that separates you from fate. I don’t wish to win or lose, I just wish to wrestle again, step into the ring and see where I am. These are but gaps within the road, the end result is the only thing that drives me, the rest, just like this federation is just a bunch of forgotten dreams and hopeless young men.
Amen.
