| Black light and...red dawn
Rough calloused hands caressing wood.
Blood stains on the dust, red dust
Grave of trust, last light before the night
Until the burning dawn
And all the world burns brightly
And glorious immolation
Joyous anti-extinction
Lay to death the enduring pride
The mind and heart and man inside
Consume, fulfill and set alight
Burn forever
White black light.
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| Not all things that we could or should be
Just all things that we are.
No romanticisms, no castles built on clouds with hope to mortar bricks of belief. No tales without end, no dreams, no desperate hopes.
But rather, chalk in the hands, clear water in the mouth, and stone underfoot. Practicalities, probabilities, histories. Constants, benchmarks, doctrines. Of these things you can build enduring structures.
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| I think the most illusion-shattering fact I've come to believe is that we humans are all very shallow.
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| Today I turned 25.
I'm not where I thought I would be. I'm not where I hoped I would be.
But I like the person that I am now much more than the one I used to be.
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| Have you ever watched
The sun rise up
Over conifers and oaks
And the rays it bursts with
Are so very black
Aren't we all
Just bottles on a firing range
Waiting for the bullet
Waiting for the dawn
Of the Blacklight Sun.
And you will turn away
Hoping for an endless dawn
But I will turn and face
The Blacklight Sun
Just a shadow against a sun
And we...we all fall
We all just fade away
Not a mattering, just a shattering
Just candles extinguished
Before the rays of the Blacklight Sun
Endless Sun
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