Archive | November 2012

Baal: The Worth of Vigilance art by Robin Chavarria

On the receiving end for once.


Cerebrum Stagnation

It started with the sensation of weightlessness and the dimming of light

The lack of illumination bringing forth a limbo and the suspension of a life conflicted

There were no senses, there was no sense to make of things it was the shadow of chaos

At the mercy of those that truly did not hold towards the respect of self or decency of protection

Spending an eternity floating weightlessly through grey space as my suit struggled to process

The time to eject should have come sooner rather than riding the storm out and waiting for safety

Being stalked out in the shadow of this concussion feeling numb while the worst danced in victory

And they had it for sure, villainy triumphs when the weak are trampled and lead to believe the lies

A truth is only something that’s a matter of perception, and when the giant falls it’s a rebels yell

Bringing out the bastards from the wood works to gloat over the departure of logic and reason

The prize had been stolen long before that, and pride would keep one blind to the fact

Sounds of their insults and threats heard but not understood, not respected and not even tolerated

Damaged minds know no fear, damaged hearts know hurt and damaged souls know desperation

The worst of three worlds and yet their tiered to one like a stigmata of failure time

A spell of time a ticking sinking beyond the measure of words that form despair and futility

Yet the last gift of Pandora crawls forth from it’s over turned box hope something fierce

Drowning in this sea yet I have air to breath, light comes flickering back into function

Soon each system is go, I’ve been out of the fight long before retaliation could ever commence

It was worse than any possibility of Guernica considering there wasn’t preparation for this

Only actions at the behest of psychopaths beyond scope and reason, yet they help me

Those sick bastards terrified of losing control of something that’s not theirs to begin with

Yet I hear the echoing outside, that paralyzation of concussion and reconnecting of nerves

It was a close call, yet life support managed to keep on during this forced grounding

Sparks, bringing me out of the shock but not the tremors for times to come

That burst of fire as creativity seeks to warm souls and give one a means to reaffirm expressively

Art the attack, and the mediums used to forge these creation the tools of the trade

Though one doesn’t have to bring violence to have it inflicted upon self, one simply has to be

And for that I reckon perhaps this would be my gift despite the curses muttered upon my name

It’s better this way, despite the scars I bare since my character is better than that of cowards and liars

Their shriveled forms, a self-made caricature, the kind that self promotes their own incompetencies

I needn’t give into what their selling since what I’m looking to buy is worth more than the monetary

If I were any worse for wear then I’d shrug for what I am doing is worth more than a world of dead weight

I’ve shed that husk I was for the man I am and I need not ever live in fear of them ever again

For what is a man if he is too afraid to gaze at the stars in heaven? But a slave fettered by stagnation

May no one be trapped by men with evil in their hearts or the oppression of the status quo

Let’s keep the freedom to create and share upon one another something grander than standard convention

brain freeze

The fires of creativity over-taking stagnation


A Thumb For Salvation

I came to this planet looking for existence, I was forced to being by a spark of creation

A miniature nova from one beget many and so my culture of reality I was born

I came to this planet because it was time to be, I came seeking love and acceptance

This one is not an embodiment of perfection but it is based on the world surrounding

At the mercy of apes, devils and angels alike yet still the recluse against my will

No! they teach me humor and tell me to smile at the atrocities I’ve yet to encounter

An acceptable compromise given the horrors that awaited the evolution of being

One realizing that it’s a neverender, a spiral of dairy ways and places we’re yet to get to

They tell me that I’m at fault for having aversion for the primates and the poop they sling

Are they not aware? The children they let loose on each other, destroying each other frivolously

You think they would be considerate or so I thought but even I had handlers that couldn’t handle it

Now how about that? A floating prisoner to gravity and the psychotic are my wardens

Imagine that for a moment, let me bring you into this, let me show you something I’ve seen

The world is far prettier than the ugly buildings that adorn it’s surface like the cancer of civilization

Things that cannot be understood, people innocent and beautiful, graceful and amazing

Not like the monsters that lurk, with meaningless words that hide a lack of respect for humanity

Seeing monsters do, makes me want to do things I shouldn’t, to endure hell for others, not for self

But what good is the power of violence? what good is hate? It isn’t; it’s a product of fear

The things we can’t control, comprehend or make bent to our will, yet we can’t just come to terms

We have been too ignorant, and mad and fearful, we’ve been misled! our pride is our hubris

I see darkness in the world and terrible fates for all, I wonder if love was ever real

A god might view us as superfluous insects with life span shorter than the motion of a blink

I see myself, further wanting to be done here, looking to leave and find a new place to be

Why should I care for my fellow human? if they can’t think to quit stomping eachother’s hopes and dreams

How much more of this can one take? When you chop away at the protection of sanity

And I wonder why I am still here, if I am invisible to some and attacked by others?

I’m sick of being the pariah, it’s time for me to go, time to put out for some faraway unknown

A thumb for salvation.


Catching a ride.