Dreamstate

The minutes that lead to this nightly ritual, passing our hours away like they are nothing...these minutes are the longest for me. My mind swirls with images, colors, thoughts, sounds, noise... its like a city within my mind. Roads that lead to more thinking... buildings filled with thoughts... people shouting ranting screaming randomness... there is no silence for me... there is no mental rest. My body gets a vacation from the day, but my brain never stops... dreams take over in the night... but dream is just a term that doesn't do justice... these mental movies are more than dreams... they are intense mental plays that stream in my head... so vivid so realistic... yet I know its false, its fake, its not real. I've grown used to the terror... the gouges they leave in my thoughts...I've become numb to it. Murder...death...destruction...fear... twisting every thought in your head into something you've never seen or thought possible. What is this... who is controlling it... is this some view into an alternate universe... a parallel reality? Or is it some necessary evil that keeps us in the realm of the sane, by removing the insane while we sleep... dealing with the twisted... dealing with the emotional scars... then the nights they don't come tend to be more frightening... the nothingness gap between night and morning... the feeling of not existing... the emptiness... is cold... its unreal.  Deaths little sister, holding your hand through the night... playing with your sub conscious self... keeping you under her spell... keeping you separated from mental hell... sweet "dreams"... "good"night.

What is ^

A random thought you silly twat!

Old Hag

I write these rhymes around your mind that would bend time, thoughts, ideas... these are mine. Read close as the ghosts from the hell fire roast will combine and intertwine your fears your joys into the most columbine nightmares.

Haunting your neurons... tensing your muscles... pinned by the hag... tied down by the disconnected brain... can't move a leg, yet hair stands tall on your spine... she looks... no she stares as she sits there.. blankly into your soul, but you can't escape this dark hole... NO!... screams fill your head, but never escape your mouth, you are mindful, your body dead... no numbness... no movement... cemented into the bed as the thoughts of dread sink into your head... riding out this sick carnival ride of unconsciousness... subconsciousness...

Antisocial networking

Social networking... Facebook, Twitter, Google+... the interaction of "friends" all based on a screen made of bits and bytes... friendships of the past... cyber stalking celebrities, following people you don't know but share a common interest... posts, tweets, likes, retweets, +1, hashtags... does this make people feel that they now belong to something? Does it make people feel special? Cell phones have now put all of this, plus the entire internet at our finger tips... most if the time it barely leaves them... but for what? What does this actually do anything for us... anything?...people on their cellphones when they should be communicating with the person next to them hanging out and sharing ideas face to face. Being in the moment. Creating life experiences... not reading and experiencing others lives, hanging on to their every word... just living for the glow of your cell phone... and the hope of interesting posts... just living for bits and bytes and not the reality that we are here to experience... to observe... as I write this I'm staring into the white glow... as I lay here typing these words into the abyss that is the internet... I think to myself how we have come to this... and where will we go from here? 

Sounds like a mental disorder...NARF!

Inside the brain, it fires up out of existence... formed from a wave of possibility into your neurons, an idea is born.  It is given birth when you speak of it, you give it meaning, you give it life... the idea can live on forever... through others, it can be spread out across the globe. We are all so interconnected by the internet that this idea can become viral, infecting everyone that bares witness to it. Only if the idea is pure and the message worth while, will it live through generations... passed through tradition... passed by boredom... passed by example... passed on and on because it creates a positive flow, a positive result... a positive future.

Think beyond outside the box...

Nicholas