Random Words

People don’t like being read.

It leaves them exposed, they try to pull back and hide but that only shows more of who they are.

I can see the look in their eyes. The one that says “You don’t know me!” and every time there are no surprises, it’s easy to see why I have very few friends. Nobody likes being an open book, or having their privacy invaded, even if it is in a metaphorical sense. However it’s not those who close off you have to worry about, it’s those who have nothing to hide.

Over the years I’ve seen good people and people that have left me frozen with fear because of how ‘different’ they are. Once someone has crossed that line they change and how the majority can’t tell this is worrying because they are proud, especially since they’re still roaming free.

Yesterday I walked past a person who gave agent nod but their very presence felt heavy, crushing, suffocating… It’s been so long since I felt something like that it made me stop and think about how oblivious the majority really are.

We live in a ‘safe’ place or should I say we live in an oblivious one. So much so that you don’t really know who’s walking past you, scary huh.

It’s Only Words

How may words are written each day on blogs around the word?

Millions… perhaps Billions.

I saw a fellow write take up a challenge to write 400 words per day. I feel I may join him in the endeavour, after all, it’ only 400 words.

Here goes nothing…

Blood Sun:

The somber morrow breaks the veil of night. I watch as the blood sun rises in the distance, slowly, gracefully and with great purpose. I feel it’s warmth calling to me, like a distant voice on the wind, I yearn to know its secrets.

The blood sun has reached its peak, the heat it emanates is almost unbearable, yet still I cannot tear myself away from watching… waiting to learn the secrets.

The day draws to an end, the blood sun slowly descends behind the mountains in the distance and still I know none of its secrets… Perhaps I never will.


I can see the farmers working in their fields, digging trenches and laying the seeds that will bring the next harvest. I do envy their simple lives and wonder what it must be like to have so little, to work tirelessly everyday just to survive.

I guess I will never know, my journey does not offer my the luxury or a life worth living. While they will reap their harvest, I must watch them until it is time for me to reap their souls and claim my bounty fee.

Until that time I though I can just sit and watch them play out their little lives.


Hells Goddess Roar and Heavens Demon Sneer… Both one and the same, they keep the balance of this fragile place we call home. We are left to the mercy of their actions, good, bad or indifferent, we must seek forgiveness for the sins of our Fathers to appease the Goddess and bear the burdens of our Mothers to spare torment at the hands of the Demon… We are forever bound by the chains of Heaven and Hell.


What are words to you?

Are they your sword or your shield?

Do you use the gift you’re given to inspire good or to incite evil?

Words are all we have. They have the power to change the word, but no one will ever say what needs to be said, less they become a martyr to a lost cause of hopeless dreams. It’s always easier to say nothing and let the world assume that there is nothing to say.

Silence is the chosen word. It echoes in the halls, it fills the empty spaces, it is filled with raw emotion and forgotten dreams.

So will you use your voice or not?