Why am I tall

Why am I tall while everyone is short?

Do I have a purpose for this overwhelming stature?

Could it be I wasn’t supposed to be this tall but stop and realize

My height isn’t what matters but what I do with this.

Why Am I tall, does it have to be so different?

I am the same as you but just a little bit taller.

Please don’t look away because I’m a freak of nature, I didn’t ask to be this tall

I hurt and I cry the same as you, but my tears are a bit heavier falling from cheeks.

If ever there was a time to smile, rest assured I’ll smile beside you.

If but to ask I’d block the sun beating down on your face

I’m tall because I’m the protector of those that cant for themselves.

Why am I tall while everyone is short?

 It’s simple, I am tall for the reason you are short, to help and guide those when they cannot.

Cold Reading

When one let's themselves feel the impossible touch of love it opens the doorways into every angle life can throw the soul into. It also allows corruption to take hold and twist the feelings shared and intertwined the soul to turn towards a spiral ride of hell and torment. Every language speaks the same message when love comes into play, but the conception of dealing with the hardships of regret spread out like a plague that transcends everything else. Its the the crypt that contains all our emotions that starts to shatter everything including our own psyche if we can't learn the basics of harmonizing our mind body and soul into one.

I still walk the endless struggle to understand and break the wall down iIve built up to protect myself so many years ago. but with each passing decade comes a better understanding of myself and others around.

Art Forms # 00

Art thrive and rotates, expanding and moving, fading and breaking. The possibilities to develop are exceeded by the boundaries in which our minds allows the most wildest dreams to grow and mature.

photoshop fun

Embodiment of Infinite

Do I really have a false journey, could I not understand what failure really is?

A soul less vessel without a purpose is simply a shell of a human walking beneath the shadowy

footprints left behind by those that existed in this world or the next. A purpose that wasn't given

is nothing more than failure spelled backwards; each mistake is only a broken memory that hasn't the knowledge to simply fix itself or be put back together again. My embodiment of failure is the lies I try to cover up because I don't want to understand that I was born into a life of misunderstanding and faded passages of furious eyes staring me into the abyss.

But the sound of an old man's cries are words to a soul that I wish to find, through those truths my body can find its fate to reach out and touch that glimmering light that encompasses an aura we each go through in rebirth. Can death be my only escape to understand the truth behind failure or is there another route to find my intriguing answers to this main force that shook the foundations of my mind to wake up from slumber i was calling life.

The anguish souls I hear within my screams have somehow caused a much more twisted touch to descend upon me with a roar of endless woe...words playing back over and over as I try and forget. "I will go first and you shall follow." Growing louder and firece as I try and ignore the tone and listen to the fraise play back within. The voice is what I'm coming to call it from something beyond my simple minded nature, it's like a light I wish to stand in front of for all time, the feeling is endless love but also an everlasting comfort I can't get enough of nor witness in the life I walk now. This voice is not without a price it seems, for if I wish to feel an all powerful comfort i'll have to understand those words spoken prior which are having a larger weight pressuring down on my human nature, a type of pressure that no other force could comprehend.

Doorways beyond this one

The cruel beast that lays dormant within all of us, bites and clawes its way to the surface to show us our true selves. Eyes are bloodly; paw-hands clawed like hooks to snatch and skin that shreds the souls it bites. Straining to eat and nothing else, a mindless animal is what we hide from each other, a true essence of shameful memories is all we have in the end.

Sidewalk memory

The ones who run, the ones who fall

The ones who lay beneath the sky.

Dead by dawn, live by night

Trust no one and you'll arise.

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Out in front, walks a man

He lives to run, smell and breath

his sidewalk memory is all he needs.

Hear the story, comfort the dreams

and a sidewalk fortune is what you'll need.

Fortune cookie #0 reawakening

First post are always the toughest to conjure up on the fly. Finished college last year with a Bachelors of Sicence in Game Art and Design, went to quite a few interviews in that field. from LA to Las Vegas. worked some gigs doing freelance 3d work. some were games as others were more commercial based work. When 2009 rolled around, all possiblities were going to set forth a better hope for everything. but it has begun to bring nothing but hardships and turmoils. It seems as though these hardships are only the tip of iceberg for us all struggling on a massive scale worldwide.