Rituals.

Crayon Boxes I think I have died That you no longer care if I live This grave could be unmarked, for all the people who look at it and know I am here I am hunched At my desk in my favorite sweatshirt The hood lined with orange And the sleeves frayed, worn I have worn this sweater for so many years, though loved it half as long The orange does little to cheer me tonight As I have searched your name and found a new addition to your fame An expansion of your being I realize the knife is still there Because I can feel it twisting, fresh, in the wound I smell that change in the sweet spring air and regret that I am not there. These rhymes are happenstance and agony. It has been so long since I have written here, had the charge to write here, and as always, it is of a tragedy My tragedy Like a forgotten war, Like a villager, killed by a despot, who is survived by a child who grows up dreaming of nothing but the tyrant’s death (I don’t even care to draw the conclusion) I have a thousand songs...

You have come to the end of a long tunnel. It branches to your left and to your right. The path behind you has vanished. On your left is a fire. On your right is a frying pan. Which way do you choose?

Currently, there is much about life that sucks. Most of it could be fixed if I had a job. Which I don't. Any offers? I'm not feeling very creative.

So I got tired of reading terrible reviews for the movies I like and great ones for the movies that I think are dumb and boring. Plus I watched Watchmen and had a lot to say on it. And I've wanted to do it for a while. So I started a movie reviews blog. http://outsiderinput.blogspot.com/ (edited, to say that I've pretty much lost all focus for it, so there's only like, three reviews. [shrug] Ah well. I'll go back eventually.)

Once upon, I saw the world as this other thing Back then, just once, my heart, it held a beat Now there are dark clouds, storms that rage and sing I lie dead, covered with a twisted sheet Night consumed the day and the darkness spread Alone, a knight of old, an endless quest I sought my salvation among the dead Needing a place to sleep, a place to rest Once upon time, there were flowers that bloomed When music rang out as laughter and mirth But on the horizon, faded stars loomed I looked at the world and just saw the earth Fitting then that the vine, the twist, should be, Keep the sun, I don't hate the things I see Sonnet, Iambic Pentameter...ish [a revision of "As the Sun Sets."]

Once upon, I saw the world as this other thing Back then, just once, my heart, it held a beat But now there are dark clouds, storms without spring I lie dead, covered with a twisted sheet The world has been corrupted by the Gray Like knights of old, they fight the will to strive So darkness spreads as the night becomes day And what hurts the most is to be alive Once upon time, there were flowers that bloomed When laughter rang out as music and mirth But a horizon of burned-out stars loomed I looked at the world and just saw the earth Fitting then that the vine, the twist, should be, My dark eyes, I don't hate the things I see

I wake to this high gravity. My strength, to rise from the bed, to suffer the depravity, has abandoned me instead. The room has cheered around me. In this aquatic blue I find an ocean deeper than the sea. The vacuum depths inside my mind, having sucked my body dry, leave my with the will to die. The warmth lies in these blankets still. And stay, if I possess the will, should the world keep silent steps, and leave my to my shallow breaths.

I must say, I'm terribly disappointed. I mean, seriously? Considering how many seasons Stargate SG -1 lasted (which was probably one or two too many), I understand why Stargate : Atlantis struggled with story lines. I understand why perhaps they might have chosen to end as early as they did, even though they certainly had the potential to last as long. But I suspect they stabbed themselves in the foot. Now, I certainly can't put my finger on the exact moment when it all went wrong. But I have a suspect in mind. For me, personally, my disappointment began with the Michael storyline. It seemed inevitable, and yet, I wished it had never come. I think it set the show on it's downward path. Well, I guess I did put my finger on the moment, although, as I said, only for me personally. I guess what I have trouble with is how it's gone wrong. Remember, inevitable, but regrettable. And this last season? Tragic. They've made, as I see it, two mistakes. Two threads that I desp...