Penmanship

What weapon holds the most potential?

To me, it is the pen

Though literacy may be essential

The effect is most telling then

With words one can easily slander

Twist truth and lies and ties together

With naught but strokes of ink and thought

Reality is changed forever

In print the flow of ideas is changed

Spun round and round as you will

Those who know not know all to know

Though they may not understand still

Though swords and guns can end your life

They cannot put end to your mind

For it will persist even if you cease to exist

When another reads your words in kind

But words are not weapons, in fact they are tools

Used for deeds both well and ill

They take up all spaces and reach many places

Until the “I”s all have their fill

Consider this page, and what it can do

What are you doing right now?

No matter who you are, no matter when it’s read

I’m sure I can guess somehow

You’re reading these words, some portion of me

You’re letting them through all defenses

You take what I give, so effortlessly

And let it change your pretenses

Consider the power I have in each line

Look what I can do with these words

“Now think of sweet candy! Now think of a lime!”

“Now think of all these things absurd!”

Though might may be right, it is thoughts that pull strings

To control the actions you take

I say pen over sword in all manner of things

With limitless things you can make

Yearly Flip (11/01/11)

November has begun, two months till the end

Then we begin annual cycle, again and again

Accelerando and decrescendo, both at the same time

Time to see where we are, and see where we’ve been

Considering where I was a year ago

Considering all I’ve learned and what I know

When inevitability fell, it was a relief

Now to move without distortions, stick true to my belief

Should we care so much?

The confusion state is a stated fact

Its location is inevitable within the world

We can be certain of uncertainty at any given time

No one’s seen life’s banner unfurled

To know why others act as they do

To know what someone thinks for sure

The wilderness of humans is now in our minds

With words our fangs, with apathy our fur

The shields we erect to protect our core

The acts we put on to disguise

In the end, what are we so defensive for?

Is security worth the lies?

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.

Nostalgia (2/7/12)

Can the passage of time be of mental importance?

An illusion of minds free of weight

Without the doubt of survival, is there an arrival

Of contemplation upon life, god, and fate?

Regardless of this, for we can’t know a truth

The existence of “time” confuses me

The difference incurred from changing “Where” and “When”

Differenced you and I can see

Same and different, both exist at once with each other

So in regards to a time I can’t name

There is difference to now, yet as I see it here,

I see many things that are the same