Zig

Cloud

2009-11-11T21:51:42Z

Its my vision
A total one
Encompassing
The only one
A world complete
That's all my own
Exactly as
As it should be, oh

I lost myself
I lost myself
You cant see how
Because I am just a cloud,
a cloud.

Everything adds up to a truth
Maybe now, I can know me too
I have you now
Where you should be
You are mine now
But I lost me. (I'm a cloud.)

I lost myself
I lost myself
You cant see how
Because I am just a cloud,
a cloud.

Resplendent dream it overtook me
I had no choice but build it
I made it all
I built it up
Up

I lost myself
I lost myself
You cant see how
Because I am just a cloud,
a cloud.

I've been working on a pest control website.

2009-11-08T03:46:38Z

It started off simple enough straightforward design.. then they decided they wanted realistic ants to roam about it.. I put far to much effort into these little guys to ironically infest the homepage of a pest control site.. but I won't lie I love them.

http://www.outsideinpestcontrol.com/dev

For those of you web designers, programmers, people who like to dabble in html flash css.. Go ahead, try and emulate what I did there. Thats a Html page using, CSS, Php, and Javascript, with a transparent 100% height and width swf over all of it that still allows the site to function in safari, IE, and firefox. The AS3 AI for the ants was fun to make too.

Oh and to take the wind out of my sails let me know if the page failboats terribly on your browser, which browser you're using, and the version number.

An obnoxious review I wrote put here to remember

2009-10-06T15:52:18Z

(On: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367652/)

Oh come now my fine people take part of this movie's majesty, its heritage! Surely you'll join us on the continued master weaving that is the tale of the young and noble Duece Bigalow his multilayered character so rich in both depth and range that only one man somehow triumphantly wrests the lead of this immaculately crafted dramatis personae, Rob Schneider. The artist who has wrought life into the very carrot, the very stapler takes his adroitness and applies it liberally to this role of financed philanderer showing us through it our very essence, our very SOULS.

Like that of the initial spark of true love between a couple destined to die of old age together after an enchanted life, our story with Deuce begins fittingly at the ocean as we once emerged a shadow of our function and form, from that consommé of life. Our heroic creationist has his very gift turned against him by the ironic cruel naivete of youth finding what solace they can in the laughter of malfeasance upon this setting. Leaving our hero no choice but to rekindle his relationship with the man who could bring to bear his true gift on the world, nay the universe..

I would continue but my words are not up to the test of describing what must be seen, felt, heard, tasted and somehow forcefully smelt.

Haunting Introduction

2009-08-30T05:31:41Z

"There must be some way out of here", said the joker to the thief.
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view, while all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

A person starts dying when they stop dreaming. Hmm.

2009-08-10T03:59:31Z

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in it's case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Endless?

2009-07-25T00:46:35Z

We are forged from the combined furnaces of every sun.
Just as the rest, we are all of one, and one of all.
Yet we chafe, ignite, an impossible spark; left, and right, where there can be none.
We have gone beyond, as the atrocity of life; head first, free to fall.
From one we are many, and many, oh so many more to come.

Such a trick our existence has played on us don't you see?
Because we know we are able to die we can't help but be immortal.
A Flame with death as the driver, oh yes, it will burn; faster, further, harder, at immeasurable degree.
Under its promise we will strive, try, and take; force it all deep inside; it's relentless call.
All the while invariably failing to be, beyond and, or, through the me; absolutely missing the everybody.
Paths of least resistance, so tried, and true; for every dead end, born, are a million more to enthrall.

Nothing can stop us, it's far to late.
Pray all is endless for infinite is our fate.

burningsinners @ 2009-06-28T23:11:00

2009-06-29T03:16:00Z

She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad

She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

A catch in my throat choke
Torn into pieces
I won't, no!
I don't want to be this...

But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real

burningsinners @ 2009-06-16T17:41:00

2009-06-16T21:43:08Z

The world is a very cruel place, but lucky for you, if you can read this, you're part of the cruelest race; so don't worry, you are, in spades, the ace.

...

2009-05-07T07:13:20Z

(Just for now) (x6)

It's that time of year,
Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while)
Tears stop right here,
I know we've all had a bumpy ride (I’m secretly on your side)

How did you know?
It's what I always wanted,
You can never have too many of these
Will ya quit kicking me under the table?
I'm trying, will somebody make her shut up about it?
Can we settle down please?

It's that time of year,
Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while)
Tears stop right here,
I know we've all had a bumpy ride (I’m secretly on your side)

Bite your tongue
Deep breaths
Count to ten
Nod your head
(sniff sniff)

I think something is burning,
Now you've ruined the whole thing
Muffle the smoke alarm
Whoever put on this music
Had better quick, sharp, remove it
Pour me another
Oh, don't wag your finger at me

It's that time of year,
Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while)
Tears stop right here,
I know we've all had a bumpy ride (I’m secretly on your side)

Will ya get me outta her, Get me outta here, Get me outta here (repeats til end)
Just for now
Just for now (repeats)

A minor frenzy

2009-03-28T09:24:00Z

http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2009/03/20/30-beautiful-surreal-and-dark-art-pictures/

You know that old truth, knowledge is power? But now all knowledge is at everyone's fingertips, diluting the concept to the point that it is no longer a truth.. I wonder what power is now? I guess its just willingness and drive now, good old willpower? Kinda funny though we've gone through so many millennia of years, constant evolution, looking to challenges and trumping them that it has become a driving forced behind what we are.. Sitting here at the "top of the food chain" living like we do now is almost a handicap to our very nature. We are used to bred to overcoming hurdles and fighting to survive that its become very integrated into what we are now you know? Considering this depression should be expected and lack of motivation as were made of more than what we face, we are used to using more than what we use.

Almost like some people create their own demons, absolutely have to, just to satisfy that part of themselves. I wonder if we will evolve beyond that, or will we stay the path and keep conjuring more powerful demons in ourselves to fill that ever growing void.. Or on the other side of the coin will we just lose that ambitious spirit and become nearly without drive and docile? Then I suppose the future isn't privy to anyone, who knows what challenges or not we are to face.

For those of you with them, may you always be greater than your demons.

Who likes crosswords? How about Riddles? .. Half Poems?

2008-11-25T01:08:28Z

ACROSS:

1.Ahh you crazy birds, mocking I believe.
2.Malady are your melody warbling warding my reprieve.
3.In the fore ever for ever nevermore.
4.Mind frozen, vice all ice, rapports pores.

DOWN:

1.You are the frozen.
2.Crazy is fore vice.
3.Birds melody for all.
4.Mocking warbling ever ice.
5.I warding nevermore rapports.
6.Believe my pores.
7.Reprieve.

(crossword coming soon)

*laughs insanely, wanders off*

I think, and this is no exageration, this song will drive me completely insane.

2008-11-23T22:46:47Z

I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men save
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right

Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you

Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right

Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you

I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold

Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you

I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild

Wise men's child

Is the original before publicity (80s publicity)

To say I'm obsessed with these lyrics would be a massive understatement I'd say they've completely caught me with their spell, god only help me is a genre of music consisting of nothing but riddles was to be born.

A quick example of my minds process with this:

"Pieces of valentine
And just a song of mine.
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold."

thoughts:
This isn't about me, its devoted to someone else, that I love and sing about (saint valentine, saint of love between people) (just a song of mine)... burns (like love), a lost learn from the history of gold, gasoline is today's exaggerated gold burning with it my sense as I we do this again.. (wise men folding)

I would articulate further, but again for some reason it sends my mind spinning off into an unstable spiral of thought. I love it and hate it.

In the end I guess the feeling was true.

2008-10-01T21:32:06Z

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets amass with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did you say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs

(hide and seek)
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit

In response to: http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/50lies.asp

2008-09-29T23:29:26Z

Dear Republican voters,

I will now ask you with terrible humbleness to just force your way through this, .

I'm sorry you're afraid, but please don't send me fear mongering propaganda any more, I've given that a read and realize what you are doing by sending this to everyone you possibly can. This is not only one lie and exaggeration after another; its supporting fear, it is supporting hate, while it mocks great honest deeds and intentions, where just "a small part in" was acted on to save and better countless lives.

Please make sure if you're going to campaign against someone to at least validate your facts, and to definitely keep me out of the recipients list

if it looks anything like this:
"IF elected..the first Arab-American President, not the first black President...and all these half truths..lets look at the whole of it.."

You see that, its a lie right in its own subject line, if something is this obviously one sided and claims to be "offering the whole" I can instantly see the deception and lies being framed.

Stick to facts, stick to deeds stick to intentions, one side the side you are supporting, wants to stay in every country we've sent our troops in for another 100 years for "Peace". Think about what troops are, they are trained to do what? Where there are troops, there are stock piles of what? If this went perfectly and they didn't have to do what they are trained to do can you look me in the face and tell me how a symbol like that is creating peace and harmony? Tell me that its creating peace and harmony in any other way than intimidation and fear? Despite the VERY best efforts of the most honest intentioned beautiful souled soldiers there, with that pure of a heart can you tell me that such message isn't diluted by the fact that he/she was trained to kill and is wearing on his/her back at all times a device able to kill on average 100 people at any given time? Do you suppose honestly that this is the greater good, that this is the only way? That these people don't have the passion to form their own harmony their own unique peaceful culture? When you put the fear of the wrath of god into someone continuously do you honestly think seeing only that side could make god look any different than the devil? Perhaps you think we've gone to far, that this cycle we've started has gone on to long to be undone, and the only way we can prosper is by continuing to force ourselves on the world? Can you swallow all of that without choking?

Because I can NOT.

Lets go further, lets go ahead and look at the religious aspect, lets say the worst is true and Barak Obama is the Anti-Christ, and every democrat is actually a supporter of pure evil, its all true the absolute end of the world. I would not be the least bit guilty, because I know what I believed in I know what was offered from both sides. I'd rather be duped by the root of all evil than knowingly support the continued hate, fear, and wrath currently in place the real evil right in front of our eyes.

Please, please think about it I'm begging you, just think about it.

-Ron Evans, Independent, West Palm Beach, Florida

This picture really gets to me.

2008-09-23T16:19:13Z

This is a picture of the Hopi Indian’s Kachina("the rain dancers") children going into the desert. There they go, forced off by "manifest destiny" I can think of few worse crimes to separate a spiritual mystic sect completely from its element, killing magic itself.

Ahh to live as a Pueblo or a Hopi indian, so in touch with nature and its mysticism that they looked for and honored those who could walk with it, to have such true goals, they were truly far, far more evolved then we are now.

It shows exactly how terrible this world has become how arguments are won how motives are decided, what was once a balance is now a forceful rape. A world where "strengh" is who can shove the hardest, who can kill the most efficiently our greatest travesties punctuating our civilization.

I’m just glad I can still dance in the rain.

Oh if any of you like "The Bitter Sweet Symphony" by the Verve, I’ve recently remixed it for a project, you can listen to it here.

Run On

2008-07-22T01:56:33Z

Forever intertwined, more tightly wound than the perception of it would have you believe, as possibility is in and of itself always going to be a dye from its own cast; water always tinted, water always pure, what is reaped is always sown from more of the same; is it's growth an illusion lost in the repetition of itself, or is the illusion anything but the apex of it's extended hand shivering with its reaching effort; everywhere a signal, always abound are signs, thoroughly pointed in just the right direction, for a tandem ever misaligned; to be lost is to be, to be found is to be merely misunderstood; ever so much as any picture in any frame, captured potential ever and never still, just look at once twice, try to see the same thing; proper timing perpetually disproves itself, it's unmaking is it's own foundation, memory is it's stronghold, it's iterations are it's bars, thus created dependence are it's shackles, finally it's passing our executioner; flee with me, lets break free, lets be more than here and now, lets find more than there and then; lets run on... Run On...

Fantastic.

2008-02-07T22:16:16Z

Take all of your wasted honor.
Every little past frustration.
Take all of your so called problems,
Better put them in quotations.

Say what you need to say (x8)

Walking like a one man army,
Fighting with the shadows in your head.
Living up the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead

If you could only...Say what you need to say (x8)

Have no fear for giving in.
Have no fear for giving over.
You better know that in the end
It's better to say too much, than never to say what you need to say again.

Even if your hands are shaking,
And your faith is broken.
Even as the eyes are closing,
Do it with a heart wide open.

Say what you need to say (x7)

Say what you need to, Say what you need to...

Say what you need to say.

burningsinners @ 2008-01-09T01:58:00

2008-01-09T06:58:39Z

If out of touch
and in need of reminding
just repeat "I have been found"
walking to a new dimension
left familiar ground
all the things done
may seem as false behavior
but cant
really change a mind
this is the time
no need to understand

become blind
loss of mind
yes and no
in control
this is the show

filled head
enough delusion
let out to play
lie back
temptations arms
have it all
name, face
run away from home
does it seem so wrong
now embrace
every single thing never known

tonight stray go too far
only to eyes
and only for good
all known will soon be dying
soon be dying

Better all the time.

2007-11-30T07:33:20Z

Find it in you, raise your eyes
Look beyond the place you stand
Towards the furthest reaches
And to the smallest of things
The sound you are hearing
Is the symphony of what we are
Revelation will not come
With heart and mind closed and divided

No need of sun to light the way
Across the ages, we have reigned as we endured
Through the storm fronts we will ever surely pass
To stand as never ending light

Throw away the mantle
Awake from your uncertain hesitation
No way to describe or equate the feeling
No end to what is at your command
A million thoughts run through you
Concentric circles, ever greater
But you have always known
That this is not all there is
To your questions there'll be answers

Let there be, let there always be
Never ending light.

I've deleted my most recent post, I've found a peice of peace.

2007-11-25T05:37:45Z

This simple mantra thats come to me..

Its easy to ignore the wind when your not a kite.

I've begun very slowly and diligently working on remixing a song by scratch and by ear.

2007-11-16T07:42:12Z

Unlike my other such products I plan to sing to this one, and I am going to take at least half a year on it rather then all of my other music creations where I would average about 10 hours.

{Refrain
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

{Refrain

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

{Refrain
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

burningsinners @ 2007-11-13T23:21:00

2007-11-14T04:21:40Z

Ahh...

2007-09-11T01:52:05Z

dun da dun dun da na na..

A tribute

2007-09-08T22:55:10Z

In a warm haven, there are four shining flames alight.

These precious flames shed the light that watches over the world.

In the darkest of nights these flames can find themselves succumbing to sadness.

"I am peace", the first flame declared, "yet in this darkness all I see is violence, I can see that I have no purpose".

With this proclamation a strong chilled gust from the darkness blew in overwhelming peace, with a small sputter the flame was blown out. The darkness deepened.

"I am faith", the second flame declared, "yet in this darkness all I can see is that no one wants to believe in anything, that no one can."

With this forlorn lament from the flame another dousing blast came from the darkness and faith too was drowned in it. Again the darkness deepened.

"I am love", the third flame declared, "yet in this darkness I see that I have been forgotten, I am meant to be shared yet everyone selfishly reserves me only for themselves".

With this third mournful wail the relentless chill returned again to claim the flame of love, it burned more brightly then ever enveloping itself and vanishing in an instant. The darkness approached an absolute pitch poised to engulf the world.

Only a single flame remained.

Those in the darkness called out "You can't have gone out, we need you! Peace, Faith, Love don't leave us all in despair!"

"It's all right", the final remaining flame declared, "for my name is hope".

The flame of hope lit anew each of its siblings passions and the darkness did dissipate. "The darkness will always pass, just never give up and you will always see again a bright shining day, with a bright shining horizon".

So is the promise of hope.

I suppose I've grown since then.. more like a flame not fed enough fuel..

burningsinners @ 2007-08-12T19:51:00

2007-08-12T23:51:33Z