Synthesia (3/13/12)

Synthesia's hold over the here and now
Nostalgia's summon to this time and place
The way Memories return unbidden to you
When you thought they left without a trace

The feel of cool wind on a warm winter's night
The strange scent of sweet smelling bread
The songs long heard and sung long ago
All tie together in your head

I remember the feel of unrestrained pen
I remember the click of video's birth
I remember the folds of knowledge cast aside
I remember what these memories are worth

These are all relics of a time long gone
Yet their ties to this time remain
I revel in the feel of what was and is now
I accept their old joy and old pain

Words Worth Naught (3/10/12)

The weight of words hide in plain sight
It is from the mind that they're given their might
So minds like know the like, a similar feel
Of words of soft comfort, of words of cold steel

The weight between fate, destiny, and eternity
the softness of peace, calm and serenity
what is said is meant, and what is meant is said
Of feelings incommunicable, words reign in their stead

By token of mind, words empower thought
It is from them the essence of life's caught
The source of confusion, of understanding to all
The ladder to rise. The precipice to fall

Me, what I see, and an AMV (3/6/12)

Though depression and despair may be long friends of mine

Joy and exhilaration both serve as the same

Thus I know for each there is an opposite to find

A reversal and opposite in name

What’s important is to call upon one

When the other overwhelms your sight

Bring light into your darkest depths

Shade your view from a vista bright

These methods balance me, give me hold over my mind

What I feel is what I want, it’s just me

Meta manipulation a tool for manage myself

Control and coerce myself to who I’ll be

So in those days where I sulk and brood

What I need is a good kick in the rear

A self-assigned project to project my own self

For any out there to hear

In those days where I dash with energy unchecked

I need to focus on what looms above

Use that energy for a purpose, work toward a goal

Strive forward to do what I love

My poems and my vids, they play for both sides

They embolden and caution my mind

A freeing of ideas into the open world

Yet in a certain medium is where they bind.

Social Network (3/6/12)

The lives of people and the bonds between

The threads of community’s ties

The trust and promises binding one another

The severance of betrayal and lies

The whimsical build and the pitying destruction

Which is worse in our eyes in the end?

The rival and antagonist that eggs us on?

The compliant and uninspiring friend?

Perhaps some things we can do without

Perhaps others benefit in ways unknown

Perhaps the cowardice of others can be the kindest gesture

Remember that naught’s set in stone

Remember that promises cannot last forever

Irony’s likely to turn against you in the end

The abandoned abandons those who would stand by their side

The lonely may reject a friend.

Yet despite all the things that may go awry

The fact is that life goes on

With ever nightfall, every twilight found in life

There comes another rising dawn

So forge ahead on your path, by your own compass you’ll see

A direction to take, a way you can be

Walking along as yourself, by your own energy

Strive along your life’s road, with the confidence that “I’m me”

Zidane philosophy (3/6/12)

My thoughts are that there’s no need for reason

Nor any motive to aid one another

Priority may affect your course

But there’s not need to act coldly to each other

I don’t need a reason to be kind to a stranger

I need no repayment for my deeds

I can act as I see fit, regardless of danger

What ambitions of my life kindness impedes

Maybe I work on idealism from fiction

But is that fiction any less valid than fact?

Should  the word called “ideals” only exist in dreams?

Is apathy and selfishness the only way to act?