"I'm busy designing a new print showing a staircase that goes on endlessly ascending - or descending, if you see it that way. This would normally have to be a spiraling thing in which the top would disappear into the clouds and the bottom Hell. Not in my version … Nevertheless, it's possible to draw it with the correct perspective: each step higher (or lower) than the last one. A large number of human figures walk on it in two directions. One procession climbs wearily up ad infinitum; the other descends endlessly …

That staircase is a rather sad, pessimistic subject, as well as being very profound and absurd. … Yes, yes, we climb up and up, we imagine we are ascending; every step is about ten inches high, terribly tiring - and where does it all get us? Nowhere; we don't get a step farther or higher. And descending, running down with abandon, is not possible either.

People don't like to talk about falling; they'd much rather talk about ascending. Well then … I'm working my fingers to the bone, believing I'm ascending. How absurd it all is. Sometimes it makes me feel quite sick."
- M.C. Escher

Isn't this a very interesting thought? We attempt to climb higher into the heavens at times and find out that were are only humans and just fall back to earth, the middle where we walk endlessly and then at times we seem to want to sink into hell but it is impossible also as we are still among the living.... only when we die will we move on to one or the other... and I think that depending on your lifes overall direction either towards knowing and loving our god or towards self and towards embelishing in sucking life from self, that is the direction your momentum is built up towards once you die and your spirit is pointed in that direction.
Anyway whateva... just a thought I never know how much of myself I even believe. I love M.C. Escher's work... he was a genius. If you ever get the chance pick up a book of his prints and not only look at them but read his commentary, it will send you into a world you've never ventured out into before.

I really am at a loss for words lately... I have no idea where to start my writing at this time... nothing really is coming to me. Not that it matters too much though as no one seems to even read much from this site... well things are awesome with elena being here and all... I love her so much... its truely amazing.... My love for her has grown more than it seems humanly possible right now... I've never felt so hopefull about my future till now... we were talking and all of the sudden I realized exactly what I need to be doing for the next 2 years... god made me realize exactly what he wants me to do and where to go... its very cool... but unfortunatly at this time I cannot give any of my plans away (even though no one reads this much anyway)... much needs preperation. We are so excited. and I am yet again lost for words... sorry this entry is so lame.

To furnish a word of greatness,
They scour this earth for a meaning.
A mouthfull of dirt.

Haunting rooms with a mind,
A mind of will and a mind of strength.
Dust may be given.

Jarred bars of regret in each step.
Aerial brain crashes litter the sky.
And once again the world meets the rain.

Soaking up in vigilance,
Coward hoards of extroversion.
Blenching from the self.

When will the recoil stop?
The gun still hanging in mid fire.
Shaking hands with the bullet of his time.

These words uttered from the mouth of a child.
The hope that we create.
That once may be solid.
That may it all end,
We still live.
In the mind of our hope.

Humbly stretching the will of time,
I seek out this foreign matter of accompaniment.
So giving in company of love.
Treating me to the warmth of this body that perplexes my soul.
Her spirit overlays my own and fills in the trenches that were meant for war.
No longer am I broken glass under bare feet.
Here I am.
Here is I and we.
Solid pure enticing intertwined strands of three.
Holding up the world in our strength.
Tied to the sun of the son.
A light so brilliantly blinding in beauty that no shroud can break.
All that revolves will be sound when the knots are broken and the careful dining hearts finish this course of life... Or is it death?
Here am I.
Here is He.
Solid pure one once was three.

Apparently there is a support group for spammers... check this article out its friggin crazy! A Support Group for Spammers anyway anyone who hates spam should read this... tell me whatcha think.

What is the prominence of a traffic jam Sunday at the end of a dead week that indulged upon your body? That we can continue this livelihood or deplete in our own understanding of will and composure. Surely I'll divide my time amongst those that relieve that sort of outward giving complexion. But no, I will not support the habit of understanding that surfaces among those with no ears, eyes, or mouth. Simply, I put my feet up upon this dashboard I call Sunday, sit back and watch the cars fly by in their impatience. I sing a song for the ears of myself, and see the sights and sounds that surround only to please this eye this ear this breath of tear.

I blog about a blog. a blog blog blog. blogiddy blogity blog blog blog about a blog. Elena is gonna be here in 2 days! blog blog blog. Horray for da blog.

aaaahhhhh coldplay give sleep good good. Man I haven't had this good sleep in weeks. Every night seems to be just a wrestling match with my blankets. But last night... LAST NIGHT was a thing of beauty. I qued up some coldplay in my handy dandy Winamp playa and let it spin. Oh how I was a rock. ohhhhh sleeeeeeep. Man coldplay is one of those bands that are even good for more than just a good listen. Oh!!! wait I wounder what else coldplay can do! Maybe... just maybe... I can get coldplay to clean my room!!!

He he he I made stupid banner go away with my computer savy skizills.... he he he...

Awe inspiring yet ever so tiring...

The Cry of a Street Corner

My soul is given in a song of effort and time,
But I do not ask you of even a dime.
A penny will do, if thats ok for you.
Simple living comes in simple giving.

All that is given will be given.
To all the others locked in this prison.
My heart quakes my fingers shake.
Singing songs to keep the world awake.

What is this meaningless metal?
Something to keep ringing in your pockets?
To show the riches in which you mettle?
Quit popping my eyes out of their sockets.

To me it simply brings physical life,
No more no less. No hassle no mess.
Theres only one thing that brings true life.
One man the creator. Our father the lord.

When does a fire burn out? The cherry to a cigarette an ember in a fire pit last to go out. How far does it go? Do microscopic pieces still burn continuously and endlessly? Down to the atom that still is burning and within it a whole galaxy exploding to create a new universe full of endless universes and endless possibilities? Oh please tell me where has my mind gone? Please someone tell me if they understand me. Someone that reads this I hope you comment on my imaginitory reality. Does it exist? Do I make sense? Am I here or are you here? do you understand or is it but an imaginary illusion that you misconcept?

Texturized sand storms pass through my mind as the ball of mudd still clings to my forehead. I imagine that piece of dust as it floats down in the light of the sun. It falls fast and it falls hard but hardly skims the outskirts of my brow. Thousands upon thousands slowly decend in my 2 second to 3 year ratio of a thought. I plummet along beside the faces of others as they ride their life into a mind. Intercepting, cosmic changing. All known, pre miss of concept. Strangely enough I gather my freedom and move a muscle and turn to look. Gaze upon gaze of filling shadows about the room. They stand and envelope eachother in their anxiety. I stand, I sit, I breathe and I talk. Out and about I resume my quest, in search for a need, a question to answer. How long will transitional corpses gaze in our faces? All I know is I am here for some of the time. In and out the rest of the time. You come to see me but call with no answer. Hello? I raise my hand to smite a will and reject the lost as thought I would not. Oh drift, oh drift, how I love to drift....

Life
Where do I start?
We are but meaningless yet all meaningful creatures roaming a meaningless yet meaningful creation in the midst of larger creation.
Without us, existence would be nothing on this earth.
We are the ant that travels miles in his mind to find great worth in the eyes of his colony. To find food to feed the generations to come.
Without us, existence would be nothing on this earth.
We are not just a brick in the wall but the wall itself. We hold our creation together. We are all steps to create life.
Without us, existence would be nothing on this earth.
Life itself is a tapestry woven by generations to come and generations that came and generations that are.
Without us, existence would be nothing on this earth.
It’s all a song that we sing that changes and shapes as it is passed down yet it never is finished.
Life has no finish.
I need no start.
I am at the start.
The finish does not exist. Therefore I trek from start to finish in every step I take.
I change my existence with every movement. Every breath and every thought.
We are a part of the alpha and the omega
When we speak he speaks, when we dance he dances. And when we despair he despairs.
I need no start.
I am at the start.
This is my journey.
There is no end and there was no beginning.
I am, we are, he is...
Eternally Immortal