Cirque du Macabre

There is a place I once knew of
Down in the deep of the sewers
It is a house for the estranged
A vile little place to be born and raised

The people inside are all insane
Dancing around every which way
And to a tune most macabre
A waltz for their guests to prelude their death

Their song will entrance you
and their eyes will eat you alive
Their dance will enthrall you
and their lies will
bring
you
to
the
brink
of
insanity
and
then
push
you
over
the
edge.

So best be aware when you're near me
Lest a piece of me inside you I see
For then you will spend all eternity
In this sad house with no way out

Except for death itself.

Poems of a gruesome sort

This first one I wrote as lyrics to one of my songs. I'm not a singer myself, and I don't know why I wrote them when I can't sing... But here they are anyways.

Bodies are laying all over the ground
Their stillness is shocking they don't make a sound
The gun's in my hand and I don't know why
This dream will not end, in it I'll die
So I am...

Stuck here a-waiting in putrid palace
Drinking the blood from my father's chalice
People are coming and people are going
Names are a-drifting and reasons a-flowing
Down to the...

Ground is a-shaking with baby's footsteps
Rounding the corner into his last steps
Staring the barrel straight in the eye
Explosions are echoing through the sky
So I am

Free. Free to be me. Free now to see.
See that I'm free...

Freedom at last 'cause my family's gone
There's no one around who can tell me I'm wrong
I said I'd have vengeance and now it's taken
Vengeance is taken now I can awaken
From this bad dream...

This next one is a little more random and it may sound really bizarre, but I thought it would sound really nice spoken over the first song on my 'album' (if it can even be called an album, but whatever...)

Behold when I beheld the gate
It's vision broke across my pate
The image of it burned my eyes
The night was pierced with my cries
I looked unto the other side
and saw myself there, with pride
I gazed backwards towards the gate
Words were written o'er its face
The words I remember to this day still
They spoke to me, with thoughts and will
It said to me, where this gate stands
Marks the border between two lands
One of them is bright and true
The other is like me and you
Unfortunately where you now stand
Is the latter, that cursed land
Full of fun and carefree stuff
The likes of which, you'll never have enough
Mark this day, remember it well
As they day you walked through the gate of hell

I put one foot before the next,
but soon I grew very vexed
I was, after all, quite alone
In this place I would now call my home
I wondered aloud what the future held in store
No sooner this than "say no more"
The words they broke upon my ears
My mind then doubled its conscious fears
Before me stood what I thought was a man
If I had any sense, from him I would have ran.
But seeing as my current state
was quite forlorn, in its way
I listened to what he had to say
The words still haunt me to this day
He said to me "My dear old friend
You look scared, and full of dread
But I can help you with your plight
For I have been given future sight
I can see what will come next
and I can see you're quite perplexed
You wonder where it is you are
but I can show you, far and far
That where you stand is the better place
Compared to the life your memories will trace
Come with me, you'll see I'm right
I already know it, my clever sight
Has shown that you'll fit in quite well
In the land on the other side of the gates of hell.

I followed him, I had no choice
but still my fears, I did voice
He refuted them, every one
Saying they would be undone
When I saw that my future was
I still was nervous, and with good cause
He took me then to a circus tent
And told me it was there to prevent
The prying eyes whose greed would end
The fortunate fortune's dividend.
He peeled back the entrance, sending me in
And told me to make myself comforted, then
Formally opening with a musical stanza
Welcomed me to the voodoo fortune telling extravaganza


Anyways... These two might seem really dorky, stupid, immature, ridiculous, or a combination of all the above, but to me they hold special significance because they mark periods of my life and music. The second one is kind of ridiculous, I know that... But it leads into the next piece well. So... Yeah..... I would love to hear comments, criticism, hateful remarks... Anything. :)

Well well well...

It's been a few weeks into school, almost a month actually... I don't have anything less than an A- in any class, which I'm sure won't last long. Already, the school year seems so busy, I don't know if I'll have any social time. My school has a GSA though, which I'm super excited about. We've met a few times, and I've been sure to be to every single one. There are some really interesting people there. I've even made a few friends. In fact, I've made a lot of friends from all around school. It's amazing how social I am finding myself now that I don't have to worry about whether or not this person will still like me even when they find out I'm gay. The truth is, the majority of people here don't care one way or another, and I am really enjoying that fact. It's like finally removed the hundred pound weight that's been sitting on my chest.

Right now, I'm listening to Chopin's Ballade no. 1 for the Piano performed by Vladimir Ashkenazy. It's incredible, especially considering how difficult it is. It's the piece I want to start working on. I heart chopin.

School!

School is starting in 8 days. I am SUPER excited and SUPER anxious at the same time. I really don't know how I'm going to balance my time. Between homework and other things, I have a feeling I'm going to be totally swamped. I still need to get my driver's license. The DMV is making me re-take my driver's test which is going to suck. I also have to get some certificate proving I did so many hours of each class (actual classwork and observed behind the wheel time.) It's really absurd and kind of redundant (okay, more than just kind of redundant). I mean... I already passed the Utah requirements, and I'm sure that Washington has about the same, if not lesser requirements than Utah. Oh well...

Today I have to go and get proof of immunizations. Then I can actually register for school... It's been SO complicated. Issaquah school district is really stringent on how they let you in. They won't even apply for transfer of documents until you turn every single scrap of information in to them, and they won't let you turn in one thing unless you turn every thing in. Oh well... I'm sure we'll get it all worked out.

This year I want to take AP Biology, AP Chemistry, Pre-Calculus, and a few other classes including Yoga. That sounded really fun so, even though I'm already done with my P.E. Requirements, I signed up for the class. I need to take one semester of Northwest Studies because I never took the region information class in Utah.

All in all, the sign-up/registration process has been very boring and elongated, but I'm sure it could have been worse. What if I was transferring from another country? That would have sucked! Oh well...

Further along the plan includes tests like the ACT/SAT. I'm not over-anxious about that test because I've always tested well. I'm just nervous about not being able to actually take the test in time. I need to pester my parents about signing me up. And that's about it as far as school goes.

Goals for this year: Get good grades. Take the ACT/SAT. Apply for colleges. Play my music for more people in more places. That's about it! Wish my luck... I'll probably need it >.>

The Night Before...

It's the night before the big flight and I'm anxious. Anxious mostly out of excitement. I've gotten over, or at least put from my mind, most of my fears about the move... Now I'm just afraid I won't be able to fall asleep because I'm tired. I'm also not looking forwards to saying goodbye to mom... It's going to be really hard tomorrow morning, trying to express so much with such few words. I know I'll see her again in a month or so, but the trip tomorrow seems so final. After the five weeks of being back with her during the summer, it's back to Washington for a whole year and possibly longer. It will be the longest time I've ever been away from her. I'm really not looking forwards to it.

My brother Freddy is a real inspiration to me right now. He was about my age when he said goodbye to mom. When we all moved out to Utah, he was almost exactly as old as I am now. I'm sure it was really hard for him to loose his whole family in just one night. At least it will be easier for me seeing as I'm not leaving behind all my family. Still, I love my mom, more than she knows. I've always related to her better than to dad, which is weird because sometimes she drives me crazy with the way she torments me. I've promised to keep in contact via e-mail, phone, or text at least three to four times a week, and I intend to keep that promise; I don't really see the point in not keeping it.

Alas, the wispy tendrils of sleep beckon, and when such strong albeit slippery bonds pull you down into the dark waters of unconscious, there is but one thing for you to do; let go the firm grasp on reality and allow yourself to be dragged to the bottom of your deepest dreams. So here I go... Wish me luck on the precarious voyage that is sleep, and may God grant me good fortune on the slightly less precarious voyage that is the airplane flight to Seattle... Oh but a joy past joy calls out on me, it were a grief, so brief, to part with thee; farewell.

Keine Angst...

I've been really nervous recently. Just super anxious over the move... I know it's what I want to do. I can't stand living in Utah anymore... I've had to endure it for almost three years now, and it's just really getting to me. I can't be myself to just anyone, I have to judge what kind of person they are first. It's really sad.

I feel like Washington is a much better choice, but I can't help having strange glimpses of tragedy and destruction. For some reason, every time I go to sleep, I always have weird feelings. It's almost as if every doubt I have about the move is accumulating in one spot and making a big display in my mind every night. I really need to get rid of all the tension I feel. I need to start jogging/exercising more.

I know that if I were to entertain every devastating thought my imagination can conjure, I would have no hope whatsoever. I would be literally overrun with terrible images and gruesome scenarios until I went insane. It's interesting and ironic that humans are given such an amazing tool as imagination, and some people can only make foul use of it.

This isn't the first time this has happened. When I was about nine or ten, I was so afraid of going blind, or of people coming and kidnapping me, or of dying terribly, or of other such things, that the only things I can really remember about that period of my life were the fears that I lived with every single day.

I need a good relaxing mantra to say to myself every night, or else a calming process that would help me forget my fears and analyze situations rationally.

It's sad that I've been given such a wonderful opportunity for change and the only thing I can think of is how it could go wrong. I guess it just goes to show how pitifully afraid I am. I need to start facing my fears, and moving to Washington is how I can start.

When I observe my behavior from different stand-points, I see how ridiculous my fears are. Religiously, I could say that God does not work through fear, but that Satan does. Scientifically I could say that everyone has to die sometime, that life is merely the eventuality of death. Spiritually I could say that my room conducts bad energy and that I am just being influenced by that. Mathematically I could say that the odds of me dying are equal to all the ways in which i could die over all the ways I can continue living and, given that there are infinite choices to choose from in life, there are infinite ways in which to live, but only a vast, yet fathomable, number of ways in which to die. The odds of living are definitely in my favor, and that has been proven since I have been alive for seventeen years. Philosophically, I could say that dying will eventually be the only thing left to do, and that people should embrace their physical departure with open arms.

Obviously, I've just proved the irrationality of my fears/worries... And yet, I continue to have them. I suppose only time will tell. And even if the worst happens, "to die will be a great adventure."

So I'm watching...

So I'm watching the Discovery channel. I usually don't watch T.V. but seeing as we just moved into a place where cable is free, I've been watching it much more frequently. I have to say... the Discovery channel is my favorite channel. Right now, it's "How the Universe Works"... Absolutely incredible. The facts that they throw out to people, not to mention the passion that these scientists feel about the things they discuss is mind-boggling. It really renews my faith in people. For instance, the stars that are at the center of the milky way are moving millions of miles per hour. Keep in mind... These aren't just planets... These are actual Suns. Like our sun. Our closest neighbor galaxy, the Andromeda galaxy, is revolving around a black hole that is millions of times the size of our sun. Our sun is millions of times the size of our Earth. There are some galaxies that are BILLIONS of times the size of our sun. If you don't understand exactly how much that is, you're not alone. The sheer size is astronomical... Literally... (Now you see why they use that term to describe such things). There are theories that at the center of the Universe, there is a ridiculously gigantic super-massive black hole, several billion times the size of our galaxy. If that's the case, according to popular theory about black holes, this particular hole could reduce the matter of the entire universe to the size of a ping-pong ball. And where have we heard that before? The big bang! Imagine if, at the end of our Universe's life, all matter (seeing as matter cannot be created or destroyed, simple changed) is recycled into the original form, and explodes outwards again to create even more life. If that's the case, imagine how many times that has happened before! This could be the 17th cycle of matter. Just think though... If that's the case, and there is a black hole billions of times the size of our galaxy at the center of the universe, and scientists say the universe is still expanding, it will be quadrillions of years before the universe could even begin to think of recycling itself. Far longer than the life-span of our sun. Who knows... Maybe when our sun explodes, it might become a black hole... Not that we'd be alive if that happened... Food for thought I guess. Up next... "Into the Universe with Steven Hawking."