Dream

Projections of the mind become that of enigmatic chaos. Shores upon shores of information passing by like a wave of the undeniable thought process meeting the hold of reality that we cling to. Allow yourself to be washed away, follow the current and find the meaning that your brain has let weep from its many folds. Dream my brother, Dream.

Short story

The hatch of the shuttle slip open with a hiss. The lights in the corridor flickered to life and we stepped out into the semi lit docking bay. The panel to the right popped and hummed on. The window in the top right of the welcome screen, which usually held the friendly face of Sarah (the ships Commissions officer) was naught but static.
 The door opened to the warehouse level but no sound came from beyond. The halls, usually filled with the sound of many languages and cuss words, was eerily silent. My team moved into the airlock with a feeling of confusion. We had just returned from our observations of the planet Throndor8. The miners there have been working on a particularly deep vein of Therillium and some sort of disease has formed due to the exposure of this strange new element. My 3 team members Laura, Zach, Gery and myself have been sent to this mining colony in order to research this terrible disease known to the locals as "Rockjoint". The miners have yielded surprising results showing that minute samples of inhaled Threillium can lead to a stiffening and ultimately cementing of their joints.The symptoms include joint pain, brittle bones and eventually desiccation of their bone marrow leading to amputations or worse, death. Further tests were needed so we have returned to our station in orbit of Throndor8.
 Our temporary home known as the Alternavoo is a class 3 mining frigate able to sustain a crew of 35 with living quarters, rec. room, and bunks. The majority of the 650 meter vessel is taken up by the mineral hold. When we first arrived the hold was one quarter full bit in the short month that we have been here that number has doubled even with this strange disease affecting the worker.
 Through the recent rough pace set by the hard headed captain and his deadlines the miners have been held literally nose to the grindstone, so when my coalition heard of these workers rights being violated we sprang into action and made way for the Alternavoo. Our current patient list contains 20 workers out of the original 35 and continues to rise each week.My team has been running on all cylinders to keep up with the constant patients. Our main clinic is located planetside at the mining colony base but every so often we must head back for testing and supplies.Needless to say the lack of crew on our only means of supply had us worried.
 We made our way through the main bridge which was on standby mode as if it hadnt been touched in a while. As I reached over to flick on the bridge lights I heard a sputtering sound that cased me to recoil in...fear. Beneath the navigation desk was a grasping hand reaching out as if I were its only hope.
It was Sarah. One look and I knew it was the same disease that had afflicted the miners.

Days

Pondering, waiting, creating. Throughout my days I am constantly searching for an answer to boredom, it's so easy to simply move through the steps. The corners of my mind offer indefinite creations.

Possibilities

Each day I rise, I look to the east, and greet that new day with a feast of the eyes, yonder I see a sunrise made for just me, and maybe another. Have I found ye who was meant for me?

Wanderer

The strange man wanders the wastes searching for that which he may never find. The sun beats down upon his unclothed back and the sand is rough against his dry and cracked feet. His eyes have a dull tinge formed by years of disappointment and unfulfilled dreams. His fate has been foretold and it is burdened with hardships, and yet he trudges on forever searching for that which may make him whole yet again.

Monster

The worlds sincerity is naught but animosity shrouded by generosity coupled with irregularity. Instead lets have clarity and allow our posterity a chance for familiarity and possibly the world will become less of a monstrosity and instead join together in the verity that We've been a bunch of dicks...verily.

Tree of Society

Those that swing from the lowest branches are the most sturdy and numerous, the top of this tree may be prestigious but those that dwell there fear the slightest breeze. For they are those that put their position on this tree above all else without a thought or care as to that which supports them.

Astr-IN-omer

Thoughts pointed toward my limitless psyche, as a telescope that points to the dark reaches of space forever searching for the answers we seek.

Cold War

Thoughts encircling me of a dark nature, hope is lost when she leaves through the portal to my soul into the cold harsh world that offers nothing but hate and decay. I long to protect, and feel again, but naught is left but a cold shell of a man, waiting in vain for his furnace to crackle to life and offer him warmth. A cold breeze whistles by...through...surrounds me. Cold lonely voices speak in distant tongues all longing for their loves to return, do I fight? or do I lay back and join the masses of lost souls forever searching... I will fight. I will fight for that which makes me whole, I will fight for whom warms my soul, I will fight for the light at the end of this darkness, I will fight for those who choose to give up, I will fight...

Walls.

Travelling beyond the walls put up eons ago by ancestors long forgot one must be in awe at their immensity, grab the hammer, tear down these shades in the light, these fortified notions. Become that which you once were.

Swimming through to the end

As my mind swims blindly into the abyss, my body rejects that which may be amiss. I cannot follow in the wake of my mind it is as if it has departed from mine head to destinations unknown.

Her.

Your reflection shines off the shattered window to my soul, your love the stone that was cast through to liberate me from years of nothing. But now only a chill wind passes through threatening to extinguish the fire that once burned so bright. I must add to the blaze and regain that which once was; a roaring, crackling, joyous flame...I am running out of wood, into the forest must I go.

Complexity

Boundless space encircles me, heeding to be filled with life's uncertainty. Fill it instead with interesting complexity. And learn the truths that lie inside of me.

Gladiator

Bloodied sands shine at my feet, as the crowds roar for the spectacle, the blade sings along as it calls them down, reaching a cacophony of melodic hymns to Hades himself, when will MY song reach its climax.
I am Gladiator...

In my dreams lies the answer...

As the weary eyed traveler reaches his destination between realities, he ponders his journey which brought him thus. He first set out to bridge the gap between mind and body but found instead a middle ground. A place of tumultuous ripples caused by many stones collision with the harsh exterior walls put up in times of great distress. With naught but patience and willpower he tamed this savage inner membrane and was again whole...As I awoke I felt peace for the first time in my life.