The line of use

Look at things you've done, look how the shine. Can u tell me how bright they are? Are they bright enough to light the emptiness in your heart? How is it, that we can lit our passions, with nothing but a cold heart?....People say we gain inmortality in our actions, they say we will be remembered by the things we've done, but i know that's not true. Most people are forgotten, most people die in the shadows of their past-lifes, touching no one but themselves in their life, and vanishing at the death of those few who knew em.I know, that when i see u, laying dead, with that trouble face, the spark that u once had, will be gone along with your deeds, cause i wont remember you, cause u did nothing, cause u r not worth of it, cause you just let life moved within you, without ever doing a single thing worthily of your potential.People are not remembered by doing things, they are remembered by just trying to change that big normal status, for good or bad, by litting the passions u are searching, by giving body and soul to the risk, with a firm belief that they, with the inner change of their mind, could change the outer aspects of their life. You, standing in this point of your life, with not even a plan to work with, eager to grow into nobody, doing nothing but fullfilling an empty space, you, you are not different from the rest, and will die among a million same, with that ambition in your heart, and i, staring at your body, when u lay dead, will have nothing else to said, but: "So where's the spark now my friend?.....the one u talked abt.......the one that made u special" and rite there, when time and casuality meet in the last breath, my tears will be suffocated by the asshes, and your name forgotten in the echos and screams of a sad witness. Your friend.

Spectrum

Starts with a silent laugh, to forcibly open, with a lie, her existence in Mind, prior to grow in the pure ways of regular time. Now, when walls lay down and Will is at service of delirium, we choose to enforce our need one more time. And so here is where we all rest our demons, degrading visions to her mandate, controlling all and nothing; here, oblivious and idiotic, we throw the weapons down, for there's not a menace anymore; How can society exist where it's rules where shattered by a mad reason? We then choose to step in, and form this world, one that only we understand, one that take us helpless along infinte contemplations.....one that slowly and wittly eats up our reality.

Externality

A produced silent motive arouse my stability, encouragin me to disobey that what makes me stand here. One chance, to take me far, without wondering about this within my mind. A chance to disobey the true will and fullfill the ego and gladly accept the terrenal gift named veil of ignorance. A commonly known truth lies hidden from those unable to see the part of the intentions behind each hand feeding, and as i look em fall one for one, i visualize a desire, the chance to be with all of you, especially you, and forever stupid and blind, holding this holy and last second of relativity eternity that for one moment will make me feel simple and artificially happy. Show me a better way, but which way? ......

A stop for the View

A self-injected memory of that what is latent upon the dinamics of human feelings, force a will to step around a second to contemplate this billets-doux, feeding on your soul. Hunger as it is, a passion's "lets loose" tool, which upon your narcism grows and leaves merely nothing but the contemplation of an eternal today, ruled by that born in your heart, and so, slave of your own false ends of life. Look i will for a second and step outside i will, for the search of that greater not obvius end is just close enough to my will as never has been, but with this chance to "feel" i choose to stop, step backwards and glance for an instance the beauty of human flaws named feelings.

Letting go life

Damn the minds looking for that inside of their heart, nothing but self-love and pain neglected allocation. Who is then preprared for pain and delussion? How then, can choices be made if pain is what u hate to feel, if pain is what u are running from? Insecure of myself I am, thou a refresh bliss of emotionless thoughts spread "virus like" among my mind, for this path of careless emotions refines me towards higher ethics, to choose what's needed to be choosen wihtout life expectancy, self-love renevue, and caring characteristics, refusing the one "will" shadow from growing into a god like super being, without refering to ourselves as temporarily mortal passengers. Go and go and let go that what holds up your spirit, for it's here to ascend with nothing but will and thoughts created among your own understanding of absolute values.

Good bye

So he took away, leaving this place so blind and cynical. And so you go my old friend, returning into all, please, just save me a place in that flesh fest for me to decompose with you, for i hope i wont take too long to join all again. When time comes, hello i'd say...........with a deeply crushed spirit.

"And so, the names in the echo will be forgotten and the tears in the ashes suffocated"Any help is a welcome one...

Perception of life today

In this narrow step, a calm figure surrounds me, with the eyes of the ignorance, pushing me to do a maping of my life, formulating, deducting, coming from intuition. Letting light inside and making sure of making a point, with a lack of a reciever, signal breaks loose into the thin air without ever reaching the kind hand of someone needing it, and so, no answer, as if everywhere around me there's nothing and noone, and the purpose again lost cause of the life in this land of fog.

No feedback here, maybe i'm rite, have to wait till 70 times 7.

First quiz

"Let's" us find in one, where god is. For there's an integral person with an integral name, to know, to realize, a max u must find, and as dusk and dawn they must remain, the 1/24 part of every name.

26/10x5 + 1/4x4 + 6x3 + 3 1/2x2 + 15x
... dx = 1


the first name appears !