Endless Creation Forever

  Father Sam- or should I say, Brother Samuel, oh how far you have strayed from the path! The one that was set many moons ago when we just children on this earth!  You see brother, I have not come to confess my sins in front of the all mighty Lord himself, I have come before you today, for you, my fallen brother, to confess your disloyalty to God!  I always had the understanding that you had been sacrilege victim as a child and that this man was not a man of god but simply your father. Dearest brother, my sympathies are with you during those difficult thoughts as I have reminded you of a sinner, though, you are as much a sinner as he once was.  Through the words of an old flame, i am led to believe that you had partaken in an act without the consent of your once trusted lover. You abused your relationship with this woman and have sinned.  My brother, i can longer take council with a man who claims to be a man of god and on the other hand be a man of sleaze....

  LIARS!  They only have one purpose and it is to drain your soul and rip out any remaining quality you have left!  They can’t complete their quests!  They don’t have the motivation to make the ethical decisions and choices so they drag you by your feet and take you down with them!  Spineless false idols!  They’re everywhere! 

I have been asleep for what feels like a millennium.  I have been awakened by a ferocious feeling inside my chest.  A constant heavy weight is pulling my heart into an aspiring sanctuary of hope. That word, HOPE.  I thought i once had hope but, it vanished, like the ashes of my fallen comrade, it died!  I was a different entity during those lighter days. During the days when the sun would come out and smile at me and wish me pleasantries as i followed along a path that would lead me, eventually, to endless creations.  Creations that became my world, my obsession, my power, all that i could see and do was create endless imaginative worlds and i became one with my inner darkness.  Defining the world's end, the tales of misery and how i became obsolete in the light. How the light that i found, burned out.  I couldn't look at the light anymore, i had to retreat, run away and save myself before driving myself into madness. I hid the light from my eyes, know...

Every day, i look in the mirror and i see a sad face staring back at me That same, old, tired and weeping face ready to commit to another day of "living the dream" but i am not living the dream, i am surviving the nightmare that engulfs me like the flames of burning wood.  Mirror mirror on the wall, will the endless torture of my soul ever stop? Because I'm starting to see that i've been cursed upon and cannot escape the reality in which i've been tortured in.  I have to break the cycle somehow, but i feel as if it's a losing battle between me and my desires.  I am not someone to be desired it seems.  How does one go from undesirable to undeniable?  It seems that only time will tell. 

What am I to you?   A jester who makes you laugh when all things are of a laughing matter?  The one man circus whose sole purpose is to entertain you whilst you choke on the ashes of a fallen prey? A clown whose only purpose is to entertain you and the masses of people you surround yourself with?  The punchline in every joke? "Come on folks! Let's see what he's gonna do next!" "Oh, would you look at that! He's fallen over!" "He can't get back up! No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to move forward!" "Oh boy, he's crying now folks! What a disaster!"   You see, i have lived a life like this for long enough.  I once accepted that this would be my life and that i would continue to be this way as long as the laughter kept getting louder and louder.  Not only did it get louder, it became deafening.  I became unaware of what the voices in my head were trying to tell me.  Eventually, the laughter stopped.  The joke was no l...

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. 

Who knew a creative mind could be so destructive?  With one hand he looks to align the forces god's greater good  But with the other he looks to destroy it all with one fell swoop In one eye, he sees the good in all of his creations and the healthy impact it will have upon it's target  But in the other, he lusts for the burning and slaughter of his impact, creating misery and pain for those around him.  What caused this original and innovative person to become so hateful and so repugnant? A world destined to end so soon, why not be the one to end it all tonight? 

My thoughts are acting venomous once again  Poisoning my mind, they speak of lies and unhealthy emotions.  They plague me but I’m fighting back with truths and evidence to fight the venom.  I won’t let this poison kill me.  I will be the last one standing

All around are familiar faces, worn out faces, faces that are black and blue, faces that are drowsy, wearied and lost of all hope.  We had been ambushed by Brynmawr. Those dishonourable, ungodly barbarians! They hiked their way to us when it was dark. The slave owner has called for our eatery to be destroyed as he no longer cares or wants us.  They attacked from all sides of the eatery, giving us no place to hide, no place to prepare for a potential skirmish. They murdered the trolls at the front of the eatery with heavy lancea spears. The trolls went down with a thud that shook the eatery. They slaughtered all the hierarchy slaves, one by one with Katar daggers. The Warden tried his best to flee the bombardment but was caught by a giant mountain troll and propelled into a cell on the back of waggon.  The bombardment lasted hours. The eatery was cracked and collapsed after the barbarians destroyed the eatery's infrastructure. Many slaves had been crushed.  ...

I am a sla ve in the world’s most popular eatery.    I distribute trough worthy nourishment to Orcs, Goblins and other hideous creatures of the repulsive and foul stench that we call the eatery but in the slave tongue it is sometimes mentioned as hell.     At times I am pleasantly surprised by creatures of another kind. The kind you would not see in this part of the land. The kind that understand how it feels to be a slave. I call these people escapees. They have freedom, they have liberty and they have found the one thing I and many of my fellow slaves contemplate about. The key to freedom, the key to the shackles around our feet, the braces around our necks, the helmets on our heads, the week and heavy amour around our bodies and so much more.    I have dreamt about this freedom for as long as I can remember. Being free, being able to escape the clutches of the slave owner.    We never see our owner, he only appears when it’s time to collect...