Ire and fire build a great pyre,
A smoky haze,
Stumbling ways,
Of perpetual days,
Stuck in the rut we try our luck,
By bringing the others down,
To have them embrace a frown,
Why is it done,
But out of sheer fun,
Or of a boredom that has set in.
An exciting new film idea, heh by Xiozan, literature
Literature
An exciting new film idea, heh
*cue trailer big voice announcer*
In a world where everything sort of happened and sort of didn't happened.
*whispering echo* happened
In this world there was a man, who was sort of here and sort of there.
*whispering echo* here and there
Who would rise to be sort of now and sort of then.
*whispering echo* then and now
In a world crying for something or not crying for something, he would save them by being or not being himself.
Starring *Insert big named star alias Reader's choice* as the Man.
Coming soon to a theater near you.
Maybe.
*whispering echo* sort of
Summer 2011 or maybe later...
*whispering echo* We don't know
A light shines through a torn window blind,
Bringing a dawning to the mind,
Dust floating in the air,
An uneasy settling of the affair,
Crusted and scabbed life,
Is it all that remains here?
A battle lost, a war yet won,
Does hope shine through the tear?
Hand reaching through the air,
Grasping for the shining column,
Hair shimmering, words glaring, smell ensnaring in the mind,
Time is still left to undo the crime,
To repair the theft,
Of the stolen mine.
Closing my eyes,
Cold wind flowing over corpses,
The shattered lain,
Of the forces of man,
Are we nothing,
But the perverse worshippers of death,
A desire that ruins the natural change,
Must we kill over and over again?
Must we never cease in our hurry to end,
What just began?
No,
We can be so much more,
If only we take a stand,
Against the destructive hand,
We must stand,
Against the wailing song,
We must stand,
Against the intolerance,
We must stand,
For if we do not stand,
What is left?
Destruction, order, disorder, and more destruction,
That will leave nothing,
A stain where we once remained.
Opening my eyes.
Huddled for warmth,
A little raccoon lies,
Injured, hurt, cold, alone,
Does the world take notice?
Could the world help?
Ice wind on rustling fur,
Unable to move from the spot,
All alone,
Everything passes by,
And always left alone,
The cool cruel nature,
Huddled for warmth,
A little raccoon dies.
Passing fjords of time,
Speaking words of crime,
What was and is said,
A flurry of speech that was,
Neverwas,
Nevermind the neverwhere,
Mind the everywhere,
People think,
Not and knot,
Emotions fray,
To and fro,
Waves crashing,
Heartache splashing,
Thoughts were of me,
As you assumed too much,
Never did we meet,
Only words crossing in the night,
Neither having us together in sight,
Just words and thoughts,
Nothing more,
It began on the pretext,
That I was no that man,
To fall for love from across the way,
No,
Throughout night and day,
Without sway,
I pleaded for you to never stay,
For strength,
For will,
For all t
Rain cannot wash away the pain that lingers in the air,
Hearts broken, lives taken, the world seems not to care,
Why should it, the world of nature is life and death,
Creatures killing others for survival,
No,
Nature should never be forced or looked to for succor,
Instead turn towards each other, turn towards each other,
However, things must change,
We are lovers,
We are murderers,
We are terrorists,
We are victims,
We are soldiers,
We are peace-wanters,
We are liberal, conservative, labour, Tory, or any other sort of political party and theory,
We are religious, non-religious, Christian, Jew, Islam, Hindu, Buddhists, or any ot
Tiredness claims,
What elatedness ordains,
Days gone when one spent basking in anothers embrace,
Was it always fated that one should fall from that grace,
Into a darken mire of honor-less disgrace,
That the love has been sent fleeing,
Leaping,
Running,
No longer seeping into the other,
Connection broken,
Does the one pick up,
From a shattered state,
To possibly live again,
That oh so human fate,
Of love and hate.
Here I sit,
a part and member of a grand display,
a mighty comical circus,
of love,
of hate,
of things that do and do not,
titillate,
the mind,
Oh how kind this act is performed,
clowns and acrobats,
lion tamers and elephant trainers,
most of all,
like some old sideshow,
the freaks,
but unlike the ones of old,
these new ones are not so terrible on the outside,
the inside is where the wonders are behold,
thus I sit here to entertain and to be entertained,
a freak for one and all to enjoy,
fun for every girl and boy,
yet not a freak to you and me,
but a freak for others to see,
as I hide the real me behind the facade,
les
Ire and fire build a great pyre,
A smoky haze,
Stumbling ways,
Of perpetual days,
Stuck in the rut we try our luck,
By bringing the others down,
To have them embrace a frown,
Why is it done,
But out of sheer fun,
Or of a boredom that has set in.
An exciting new film idea, heh by Xiozan, literature
Literature
An exciting new film idea, heh
*cue trailer big voice announcer*
In a world where everything sort of happened and sort of didn't happened.
*whispering echo* happened
In this world there was a man, who was sort of here and sort of there.
*whispering echo* here and there
Who would rise to be sort of now and sort of then.
*whispering echo* then and now
In a world crying for something or not crying for something, he would save them by being or not being himself.
Starring *Insert big named star alias Reader's choice* as the Man.
Coming soon to a theater near you.
Maybe.
*whispering echo* sort of
Summer 2011 or maybe later...
*whispering echo* We don't know
A light shines through a torn window blind,
Bringing a dawning to the mind,
Dust floating in the air,
An uneasy settling of the affair,
Crusted and scabbed life,
Is it all that remains here?
A battle lost, a war yet won,
Does hope shine through the tear?
Hand reaching through the air,
Grasping for the shining column,
Hair shimmering, words glaring, smell ensnaring in the mind,
Time is still left to undo the crime,
To repair the theft,
Of the stolen mine.
Closing my eyes,
Cold wind flowing over corpses,
The shattered lain,
Of the forces of man,
Are we nothing,
But the perverse worshippers of death,
A desire that ruins the natural change,
Must we kill over and over again?
Must we never cease in our hurry to end,
What just began?
No,
We can be so much more,
If only we take a stand,
Against the destructive hand,
We must stand,
Against the wailing song,
We must stand,
Against the intolerance,
We must stand,
For if we do not stand,
What is left?
Destruction, order, disorder, and more destruction,
That will leave nothing,
A stain where we once remained.
Opening my eyes.
Huddled for warmth,
A little raccoon lies,
Injured, hurt, cold, alone,
Does the world take notice?
Could the world help?
Ice wind on rustling fur,
Unable to move from the spot,
All alone,
Everything passes by,
And always left alone,
The cool cruel nature,
Huddled for warmth,
A little raccoon dies.
Passing fjords of time,
Speaking words of crime,
What was and is said,
A flurry of speech that was,
Neverwas,
Nevermind the neverwhere,
Mind the everywhere,
People think,
Not and knot,
Emotions fray,
To and fro,
Waves crashing,
Heartache splashing,
Thoughts were of me,
As you assumed too much,
Never did we meet,
Only words crossing in the night,
Neither having us together in sight,
Just words and thoughts,
Nothing more,
It began on the pretext,
That I was no that man,
To fall for love from across the way,
No,
Throughout night and day,
Without sway,
I pleaded for you to never stay,
For strength,
For will,
For all t
Rain cannot wash away the pain that lingers in the air,
Hearts broken, lives taken, the world seems not to care,
Why should it, the world of nature is life and death,
Creatures killing others for survival,
No,
Nature should never be forced or looked to for succor,
Instead turn towards each other, turn towards each other,
However, things must change,
We are lovers,
We are murderers,
We are terrorists,
We are victims,
We are soldiers,
We are peace-wanters,
We are liberal, conservative, labour, Tory, or any other sort of political party and theory,
We are religious, non-religious, Christian, Jew, Islam, Hindu, Buddhists, or any ot
Tiredness claims,
What elatedness ordains,
Days gone when one spent basking in anothers embrace,
Was it always fated that one should fall from that grace,
Into a darken mire of honor-less disgrace,
That the love has been sent fleeing,
Leaping,
Running,
No longer seeping into the other,
Connection broken,
Does the one pick up,
From a shattered state,
To possibly live again,
That oh so human fate,
Of love and hate.
Here I sit,
a part and member of a grand display,
a mighty comical circus,
of love,
of hate,
of things that do and do not,
titillate,
the mind,
Oh how kind this act is performed,
clowns and acrobats,
lion tamers and elephant trainers,
most of all,
like some old sideshow,
the freaks,
but unlike the ones of old,
these new ones are not so terrible on the outside,
the inside is where the wonders are behold,
thus I sit here to entertain and to be entertained,
a freak for one and all to enjoy,
fun for every girl and boy,
yet not a freak to you and me,
but a freak for others to see,
as I hide the real me behind the facade,
les
Current Residence: Fort Wayne, Indiana, USA Favourite genre of music: Genre Unbound Favourite photographer: None at the moment Favourite style of art: Science Fiction Operating System: Windows Vista Ultimate SP1 64 bit MP3 player of choice: Zune 80 + Zune software for Travel, foobar2000 for Home and Notebook. Shell of choice: Hacked uxtheme.dll plus dA submitted Visual Styles Wallpaper of choice: Science Fiction, Fantasy and Sam n' Max Skin of choice: Epidermis Favourite cartoon character: Sam n' Max OR The Tick Personal Quote: The fallacies of humanity are perpetuated by the inconsistency of morality.
Favourite Visual Artist
H.R. Giger
Favourite Movies
Das Boot, Brazil and Fahrenheit 451
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Laibach
Favourite Writers
Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Gene Roddenberry and David Weber
Favourite Games
Warhammer 40,000: Dark Crusade, Fallout 3, and Left4Dead
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC with a little console (Xbox360)
Tools of the Trade
MS Word, Pen, Notebook, Lenovo Thinkpad T61P, my hand and my mind.
Other Interests
Death, Life, Literature, Music, Rum, Wine and Women
https://edanstebbins.net/ - edanstebbins.net
New site name to go with the new site look. I still need to add information to it, but so far I like how I have it.
Created Stranger World, a wordpress powered blog that will link DeviantArt and Twitter plus be an outlet for ramblings, and stuff.
http://strangerworld.wordpress.com/
That is it. Already two entries on there so far.
All that is left is for paperwork to reach my home, which will not be until January 2009 when the degree is awarded. Here I find myself on vacation at the age of 27 nearing 28 upcoming in February. The initial joy of being finished with the Bachelor's has given way to my realist self.
I am 27.
Single, and a loner so the single part doesn't bother me that much, however ones does get h… moving on.
Jobless at the moment, but I am going to buckle down and put stuff together to submit an application for a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, I am sure my bad poetry and mediocre writing is good enough to pass muster.
Once again, a r