Endless Creation Forever

What do you do when all the lights go out and the shadows disappear? Do you hasten and run to find the light again?  Or do you settle down and embrace the dark void that surrounds you?  I once saw the flames of my desires staring back at me, as if everything had come to light all of a sudden.  I embraced the flames like a moth to light, i danced around the fire for hours like pagan ritual. Sacrificing the shadow and gloom that had been consuming me for a lifetime.  I felt redeemed by this fire. Like my sins had been washed away. I felt baptised and consumed with a new spirit. I became a new entity. A new fixture of reality and imagination, intertwining me like a new brood.  It was like chasing a rabbit down a hole. One that was made for me and my manifestations.  But what happens when the hole closes in? What happens when the hole you deliberated for so long chooses to spit you out?  Do you follow my lead and attempt to find the rabbit? Or do you aband...

 Step into the complexity and wreckage that is my mind where reality and imagination intertwine.  I am Benjamin Harris, the host of this creation and the one who houses the creation of other imaginative personalities and entities.  Recent events have left my mind fragmented, causing a rift in the light and shadow that accompanies me during these everyday occurrences.    I am but a joke to a few who have undersized opinions on my mind yet have such structured concepts of the wreckage that i am.  They have no acknowledgement of the creative destruction that vessels my mind.  King Captain was a manufactured concept of the living host whose mind so fractured, they sought to seek comfort and solace in the displeasure of their life. He thought only to smile and be cheery when others would be celebrated for his success. Given no treasure for his labour, he'd be cast aside for new champions.  A departing spellcaster left me unbalanced and vague.  I f...

Good evening ladies & Gentlemen.  Tonight, we bring you the end of the world. Earth will erupt into a gigantic ball of flame.  Neither living nor dead could have predicted what has happened to our heavenly and godly planet.  An apocalyptic future has come and we must witness the end of all our glorious creations.  We thank you for being with us during this emotionally suffocating time.  Let the ashes fill your lungs and leave you breathless as the armageddon continues on.  Fear not the mythical creatures that have descended upon us already. Werewolves, Dragons and Serpents are only there to ensure that the earth's population reaches its ultimate demise. Millions of years from now, our cybernetic earth will be the stuff of legend among our friends in our beautiful solar system. Students at Mars University are preparing a new series called "Broadcasting from beyond the grave." A radio feature that will have audiences listening to the stories written by th...

As I collapse into this familiar feeling, darkness takes over me and makes it self at home once again. I won many battles but ultimately lost the war.  Yet again, defeated. Where do I go from here? 

Some wept, some cheered the supposed death of the King. Some believe he was buried alive. Some believe he died in his sleep.  The truth is unknown wether he was dead or alive at the time of burial.  Ancient druids of old buried the King with his battle sword and crown, never to return again…Unless hope is restored to the Kingdom of which the King had built with his bare hands Some pray for the return of the King but there are those who believe he will never return and that he will never rise from the dead.   Earth to earth, to ashes, dust to dust. 

Tears in his eyes, red faced and overcome with a heart breaking sadness.  Fuelled by a crimson jealousy, a mind so destructive and full of hate. A conscious desire to slaughter anyone who would take her from him. A love that became so sour and full of terror. Emotions overwhelming, riddled with fear, he started an apocalypse.

Like a fever dream, he looks into the mirror and laughs uncontrollably and hysterically. Blood dripping down his face, eyes swollen and an infected smile. Violently laughing at himself, twisting his head round.  His eyes dazed and closer to a psychotic episode. Finally, he's alone.  Unstable and unhinged. He looks at the blade, covered in violence, tears and heartbreak.  He wants to kill again. 

The walls are talking.  They speak of blasphemy, lies and propaganda.  They attempt to smother my mind with the lies and untruths that celebrate my downfall.  It's sickening, this feeling in my heart. Is it neglect? Is it breaking? Is my heart being placed under a new disregard?  These walls shovel this blastphamous ideal like a patriot. It feels like i'm drowning in a river of pessimistic ideas.  I have to break free of these patterns before it destroys me and all that i have created.  How do i overcome this? How do i move on from these unwanted patterns?  All i know is broken patterns. Yet to finalise myself with successful patterns.  Will i snap out of it? Or will i continue to break? 

 I have lived in many houses and had many rooms but none have felt like home.  I wonder this world trying to find my final destination.  I’m always on the go, temporary stopping at places that try and fill a void but cannot replace something I have never felt. What is home?  Is it where family lays down to rest after an endless day of slave like labour?  Is it where you bury your dreams for traditional values?  Or is it something I’ll never obtain?  I’ll just be lost, wondering the world in search of something so unattainable.