Endless Creation Forever

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.