Thursday, May 15, 2014

Goodbye, Dear Old Friend

I have decided to include some of the written work or simple scribbles that I do every now and then, as part of the blog's contents. 

Here's a narrative poem I wrote about a week ago. It was greatly inspired by a dream I had. 

Excuse me, I am yet but a neophyte.


I decided to start the fire myself;
Nobody else was going to do it.
It started out only as a test.
It went so slow,
It hurt so much.

I watched as the fire burned away 
His old skin,
His old soul.
I watched as it turned
His mistakes,
His suffering,
His past
Into ashes.

Fighting Fire with Fire.

The only thing I could do was watch
And wait.

I watched. I waited.

It went on for days & weeks & months.


He whispered.

Soon enough, 
I began to hear
His screams,
His cries.
I began to see
The shadows,
The ghosts that would be, 
Of his nightmares; his dreams.
His heartache; his bliss.

I hoped they would haunt me,
To remind me where I come from,
To remind me who I am.

I must


Dear old friend,
I’ve been sitting beside you
In your deathbed,
Long enough.
I’ve contemplated the wound,
That waits to become cicatrix,
Long enough.
I have remained
For the right moment
To say

The moment is here.

The moment is now.

The moment is this.

A spark.

Nothing but a moment.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Dear Reader,

You are most likely a ghost right now, or some other form of invisible embodiment, but that's okay. I talk to Nobodies often, so I don't think writing to you is any different now. Who knows, perhaps in a not too distant future you might mutate into a sort of online human form. I will await the moment, patiently. 

Over the years, I've lost count of how many times I've attempted to begin a textual blog with persistence and failed. Here goes another attempt.

To be honest, I've always wanted to do a vlog on YouTube instead, but my camera shyness is indestructible. So I guess this will have to do.

I'm still not sure what this blog will be about... I guess I'll try to create a bridge between streams of consciousness and whatever current obsession I hold. 

As I previously mentioned, my countless attempts to do one of these have led me to have a pessimistic attitude towards succeeding in it, which I know only provokes my failure more, BUT I am, not so much to my fortune, a current slave to Apathy and Lethargy and until I can declare my independence from those two monsters of conformity, gain my freedom and walk out with my fist in the air /John Bender style/, I will remain in the dark. Only when my two masters are asleep, or imposing slackness on somebody else, will I emerge from my cave, into the light, and convey my mesmerizing, probably worthless and futile opinions and stories (though not more than to what my shackles allow me). 

[I have been cursed with a very fickle mind. So please try to be as understanding and sympathetic of me as you can when future posts don't harmonize with previously mentioned beliefs, ideals or opinions.]

Alright, so I said what I had to say... I think.
I don't really remember what I wanted this first post to be about.
I guess I should have introduced myself. I don't know if I really did that.
Well, although my names is not really Charles (that is the english translation of my real spanish name), here it will be.

So, hi. I'm Charles.
Welcome to this yet to be titled blog.
I hope your time is not too wasted.