!PANIC ATTACK!

Like a bolt of pain, it comes!
Raising from the deepest fear. A snake attacking it's prey.
It takes control quicker then any rush I've felt before.
It's like, a madman is at the wheel of a twisted beast!
All Is Negative.
Joy does not live here...only hurt and hate.
The body shakes and hums from the bottom.
Stop it, stop it! This is ridiculous. No man should act this way.
Blackness.
Pain.
But, then it is gone.
Breath comes back. Sky, air. The rest of the world is back around me.
I feel clear. Calm.
Such panic is so soul crushing.
But, we can take it. Learn from it. Tell it, we are not afraid of it.

This Is Just

On these slow, sad, mad days I think of friends. The ones I have and the ones who are now gone. Some have died (violently), while others are slowing drifting away. Moving on their own journey.
Filling their voids with those I cannot be. I don't want to be.
I makes me so sad. Sad I cannot give what they need.
All good things...
These slow, sad, mad days will bring the beginning and the end back together.
The circle controls us through all our days. We cannot go forward without going back.
Constanly trying to learn from all our mistakes.
These days.

A POISON TREE

by: William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

The Iron Giant

This is one of my favorite movies.
Not sure if I ever saw it in the theaters?
But, it's been on HBO Family alot this last month and
I've been reminded just what a wonderful film it is.

PS. It's directed by Brad Brid (The Incredibles).

The Dawn of Man

I continually ask myself, "Why are we here?"
I'd like to think everyone does.
Are we afraid of being alone?
Do we need to know "why", so we're not afraid?
Would knowing the purpose of our existence, defeat the reason we exist?
Does absolute knowledge, corrupt absolutely?

We must be here FOR the question.
For the "WHY?"

So, we can express through:
Art.
Love.
Conversation.
Interaction.

Bouncing these ideas from one person to the next.
Constantly evolving. Always getting closer to the "TRUTH."

But, the nature of such an idea, would never allow you to get to the "TRUTH."

I find comfort in that.

A New Day!!

This new adventure is about to begin....