The world has died

A tear, a simple tear nothing more
A reflection, a mirror of my thoughts
Just a sadness moving in
Like a storm upon a spring day

It doesn't matter to them
They cannot comprehend,
But to me the world has died
And I am left behind to cry

The lights are fading out
The sun's rays shine no more
The trees have fallen down
And lay withered on the floor

Smile love, no one notices a tear when you're smiling
Say a prayer,

Place a rose upon the grave

For the

world is

dead.

Rob; My Wannabe Savior

Rob, Robert, Bob, Bobby, I swear his name changes with his moods.

Rob offered to fly over, pack me in his suitcase and fly me back to New York with him, I tell you, some days it's very tempting. I talk with so many people online, I know most of them I'll never meet, some of them I wouldn't want to meet, and some I wish could cross continents to find me.

It's kinda sad really, talking to someone you will never see, never touch, never hear them call your name.

It's funny, when I first started speaking to Rob I didn't like him much, he seemed to know everything, so naturally I assumed, 'typical American.' (Friends excluded of course.) Then one day he mentioned something and I quoted the reference and we just hit it off. We are great friends, we're always discussing Lovecraft's work, or some other obscure cult following that no one around us understands and occasionally we get together and mind fuck people, that's always fun. We get alot of annoying people where we chat so there is never short supply.

So many other friends I 've made out of similar details, sure I've made a few enemies too, but I don't mind if people hate me. It's the world of the web, but that's all it will ever be, a keyboard, a screen and an anti-social.

The Mind Fuck

There is nothing I love better than a mind fuck.

That is where you get inside someone's head so much that they loose all control and usually go psycho.

Most often there is intellectual debate at the beginning, but as with my recent one today, some people don't have the brain capacity to participate in those, so it becomes merely a matter of angering them further until they loose all reason whatsoever.

One thing I have always been excellent at is reading the inner most emotions of people, usually I say nothing or tune out. My skill is not a useful one, but when people go out of their way to hurt others out of no reason other than malice, I find a use for it after all.

I know it's wrong, but I find it so much fun to get inside other peoples heads and push all their little buttons.

The human mind has always fascinated me. I used to study people from afar, learning how much I could understand based solely on their actions, and then confront them to confirm my deductions.

I doubt I will ever loose interest in the way the human mind works.

Valentines Day

I forgot.

It's notlike it matters though, it's just another day for me, and that's all it will ever be. I'm sure it was invented by the stores to make more money.

How do I see today?

I look at it as the day the currency changed in australia in 1966, Valentines Day didn't exist then.
The day of the St. Valentines Day Massacre.
The return of RoveLive, another good reason to skip today.

I konw lots of things will happen today, at dust on top of the harbour bridge at least 20 romantic idiots will be proposing to their sweethearts. Some where some poor bastard is giving birth, and somewhere some lovesick teen is committing suicide.

Thank god that to me, it's just another day.

The Wind Master

It was an unusual night. There was no wind. I felt odd so I went outside for a walk. I heard it in the distance moving across the land like a tidalwave. I stood and looked to the east, I knew what it was, I could tell by the sound, but I had to see it coming to believe it.

The wind hit me with full force and seemed to centre around me not unlike a wirlwind. The power of it was so intense, yet somehow I never lost my footing. With it came a message. The wind was calling me, begging me to acknowledge it. The call was so demanding, so overwhelming that I danced uncontrolably in its power. The mastery of the wind controlling my every move. My head swam with the sounds it produced, my bare flesh tingled under its touch. I was intoxicated by this tornado of force, all the while the call kept crying out, 'Come to me, I need you.'

Who sent it? I cannot say, but the message was there all the same, floating on the wind, wrapped in the breeze, calling me, calling me to the sea. So enchanted was I by this magical mystry that I stood for hours in its secure hold, mesmerised in its majesty. I wanted to answer, I wanted to go. I was happy to let the wind consume me, to carry me to the waiting arms of the sea, but I was afraid of what I might find there.

What if there was nothing?
What if there was something?
Which is the greater fear?

And so I remain. I denied the wind, I denied the sea, denied the message meant for only me.
Not completely.
I sent my heart to the WindMaster waiting at the sea. Now I have nothing, I am empty.

Somedays words have no meaning. Today isn't one of those days, but I'm not in the mood.

Not today.