Its cold…
Snow cascades outside -
Its somewhere, but not here.
Comin down in buckets. I cant touch it,
But I feel it.
Its cold…
Hatred explodes outside -
Its everywhere, even in here,
Taking me under, so consuming. I cant feel it,
But I can see it.
Its cold…
Feelings forming outside -
Love everywhere, except for here,
I’m so jealous…for I can see it,
But I cant have it,
And its so damn cold…
Snow cascades inside -
It’s here, while I’m elsewhere,
Looking inside, so confused. I cant feel it,
But I can touch it.
Its cold…
Hatred grows inside -
It’s so rare, found only here,
Emotions ablaze, consumed with pain, I cant see it,
But I can feel it.
Its cold…
Hearts breaking inside,
So lost, tired of this loneliness,
Not so green anymore, I need to have it,
And I’m lost without it,
Without a hand to hold…its cold.

What can I say?
Words so unimportant that
I need to scramble the message,

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It’s so hard on the eyes to see you flail by yourself,
Wracked with the pain from the stress on your eyes once
You cast aside that one freedom and just fuck up your
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I’ll say whatever bullshit to make this work.
To make people talk, make the topic about me.
Whether proud, or
Whether they speak negatively…

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me…

Lead life in the bubble
Only present lit, future and past left
in darkness bleak; here I will crawl.
Roll my life and the bubble along,
taking gracious care not to let it pop.
Never let the dark inside.
With a forgettable past, and future unknown,
Present is all I have;
All I have is the present.
Forget about yesterday, for tomorrow arrives soon.
Forget about yesterday, for tomorrow comes consistent.
Shining silver lining tells me there are
Better things to come soon, so
Try as you may to change, try
Try in futility. Try, try away.
Just never forget to do what you want.
Dont you ever forget just to do what you want.
Inside your bubble, be happy,
Smile inside, and shine your light.
Weakness comes exterior, posterity lives within,
Scattered amongst the evil that
lies benath the skin.
Posterity, within evil that lies beneath the skin.
It’s really no wonder, its the way of the world.
Never let it get you down.
Never let it break the cycle.
Lead the bubble-life, it provides the light.
The strong will paves the path.
Those who follow their spirits, kindred
will see that their true strength comes from within.

Today, I’ll give you something new to wrap your brain around.

We do not use our heads. It’s a fact, pretty much. We just do not use our heads. We have lost the ability to think for ourselves, and we become lifeless puppets who just dance on strings and do what we’re told. On top of that we are naive. We are totally ready and willing to believe things that we are told, ready and willing to bank on everything that we are being told is the complete truth, and ready and willing to believe that the entire story is being told to us.

If you disagree with this notion, then I ask you why havent we DONE anything. Our government has been horribly corrupt for decades, possibly even as long as its been an organization, and its in the rules that we as a people can take up arms and overthrow them entirely….BUT a coup d’etat hasn’t ever happened. We let the corrupt people root themselves and their ways deeper and deeper and you sit there and allow yourself to be controlled.

Think about it for just a second and a half. It was said that the rate that technology grows twice as fast as it did before every time there is a new revelation. And this holds pretty true, because I’m sure if you spend a good 500 U.S. dollars on a ridiculously powerful video card for your PC, something will come out in a couple months that makes your bad assed video card obsolete. It holds true for plenty of things. I’m into gaming, so I’ll go to my interests for a quick example:

The Playstation 2 game console dropped in the last quarter of the year 2000. Four years later the PS2 had a makeover, it was streamlined and compacted. Another 2 years after that, the Playstation 3 drops. In 4 years, the system was streamlined. In another 2 years, the system was obsolete. Thats proof for you right there that every time there is a revelation, technology moves twice as fast.

Now ask yourself a couple of things. What year was Dolly the Sheep cloned? Try and remember the first time you heard a single thought about the electric car. Dolly was 1996. The very first electric car, crude though it was, was invented way back in 1832. Think about how different technology as a whole was back then. 1996 was just a bit over 10 years ago, and think back about how different technology was back then. Fast forward to today. In 96, people had cellphones the size of bricks, and carried pagers. Today, a cellphone does so much shit that you almost forget that the damn thing can call your friends.

We still drive around in cars that are powered by fossil fuels. Everyday life for human beings is indeed terracide. We power our vehicles, and ride around on our daily commutes being powered by the burning blood of the earth, and the byproducts make her sick. We are among an energy crisis in a time years after we have proven that we dont need to use what we need to make energy, to make energy. Why do we still power our oversized cars, our homes, our everything with what we do when we have clearly discovered other ways to do things. Why?

Because we just do what we’re told.

We live by the creed of freedom and opprutunity. We are so all about freedom that we build a huge fence to keep our neighbors out of our free country. We are so all about freedom that you cant say what you want about our leader without being completely blacklisted and basically dissappearing. We are so all about freedom that you have to drink up that flouride in your tap water without having a choice to -not- have it in your tap water. You want clean water? Go pay for it. They keep it in bottles and tell you its pure. I’ll be god damned if I believe even for a second that Aquafina or whatever choice of bottled water you make is pure water. If I want pure water all that bad I’ll drink it distilled.

Take a second and read that evian label from right to left. What word is that again? They’re poking fun at you because you wont take those two seconds to actually USE that grey matter in between your ears.

All because we just do what we’re told.

What we need is another renissance. Another wave of great thinkers. When’s the last time someone was revered because they were THAT smart? Because they were THAT wise. Its something that we read about in history books but theres nothing tangible there for us to fall back on. No more innovation in the way of the world. We are gripped, suffocated by shroud of censorship. We are killed when we know too much. Why is it that information in any form ends up classified. What is it that we dont know that we probably should. Why are things kept from us just because it is assumed that we “just dont need to know”

More importantly why dont we do something about it?

We just do what we’re told. Nothing more.

The tide toils on, and on with the time.
On with the pokerface and out the door.
Pray to your faith to forget the problems,
Always nice to have a scapegoat for guilt.
Brush shoulders with the afterlife daily,
Dangerous is, the steel horse caravan.
Which will kill you first? Cigs, or stress?
Tedious tasks to make up the scratch,
Line your wallet with a bit of shake, its O.K.
Longing look to the clock, time takes it home,
Eventually…
The tide toils on, slow and steady wins last place.
Day by day it’s been the same old shit.
Look out the window at life passing on,
Always nice to think about good times, but
Sanity grinds at least twice daily.
Goddamn these fools, they just dont pay enough,
How will you part ways? Goodbye, or pinkslip?
Time is bored down here, she tugs at the chains,
While you whittle at the shackles for spare time freed.
Patiently.
The tide toils on, but the time waits for change
Kudos to those who pathpave in haste,
Climb on the ladder built on the backs of the poor,
Busy little workerbees polish cogs, fruitlessly.
They’ll tell you no, even if you do what you’re told.
Fuck it, get wasted. Loss of mind fits snug,
Blackout the bruised fruit of labor so loveless,
Which vice will follow suit? Want something rougher?
Eat the happy skittles, smile just a bit harder
One day all the bull you go through will be worth it in the end.
Hopefully.

The writing’s on the wall,
All upside-down encoded…
One traces shapes to find the syntax,
But all alone, something’s missing…
Every Single Person
Needs that push from another,
Gift from the muse that gives inspiration
To look past whats bolded, and
Read betwixt lines, some sort of
Extra Sensory Perception
Twists the mind so that all becomes clear,
The fact that alone, the message can’t be conquered…
Method to the madness found through pursuit of truth,
Places bonding to the blocks that make the palace-to-be…
Extravagant Serene Paradise
Hidden within the riddles of the scrambled scriptures,
Path paved by the star-crossed, followed by the bonded.
Two tracing shapes discover they can take on the world,
No longer alone, they look to one another believing that this
Euphoria Seems Possible…

I’ll take these ashes and draw lines under my eyes.
Surprised?
They’re from the bridges burned from black flame.
I’m pretty when I’m compressed and from nothing less,
I’m used to being under strain.
I’m used to being contained.
I’m used to how everything just stays the same,
Even when rearranged.
Debilitating mindset is mine, and of mine,
It was all for me.
This world, ripe for the picking, and mine for the taking, and
I’m thinking of handshaking.
I’m thinking of hearts breaking.
I’m thinking that I have to keep this tunnel vision so that my eyes
Can only lie on the road ahead.
Better that rather than I end up dead.
Right?
So long as nobody stays too uptight, and making sure to stop at the red light,
And to go for the gold when it turns green.
But what I find hard to understand is why it hurts so bad,
Why the skin of my emotion is rent,
To the point where I’m spent,
Whether or not malicious was the type of intent,
Shit, I forget…
But it seems to always come from people I’ve given my all,
People I break my legs to pick up when they fall,
People I break my back for on that chance that they’d call,
People I’d break the truth for when they need not take a fall…
Its all forgotten on that chance that I say that I cant.
Its all forgotten on that chance that I need you and you’re gone.
Its all forgotten on that chance that you follow your heart when its telling you wrong.
I’m used to feeling unappreciated.
So back onto my horse I climb. I’m here all the time,
On my grind.
The war paint’s under my eyes.
The things that I’m used to have never stopped me before.

If I were to utter the word ‘Romanticide’ to say…a linguist, I would more than likely get a response that goes something like:

“That is NOT a word.”

We’re going to start here. What is it that defines a word? Luckily for me, I have a dictionary.

Word:
1: a: something that is said (1): talk, discourse (2): the text of a vocal musical composition c: a brief remark or conversation word with you

2: a (1): a speech sound or series of speech sounds that symbolizes and communicates a meaning usually without being divisible into smaller units capable of independent use
(2): the entire set of linguistic forms produced by combining a single base with various inflectional elements without change in the part of speech elements
b (1): a written or printed character or combination of characters representing a spoken word words to a line —sometimes used with the first letter of a real or pretended taboo word prefixed as an often humorous euphemism word on British TV — Time and talk about death — Erma Bombeck
(2): any segment of written or printed discourse ordinarily appearing between spaces or between a space and a punctuation mark c: a number of bytes processed as a unit and conveying a quantum of information in communication and computer work

3: order, command

4: often capitalized a: logos b: gospel 1a c: the expressed or manifested mind and will of God

5 a:news, information word that he would be late b:rumor

6: the act of speaking or of making verbal communication

7: saying, proverb

8:promise, declaration

9: a quarrelsome utterance or conversation —usually used in plural words and parted

10: a verbal signal : password

11: slang —used interjectionally to express agreement

Now that’s pretty extensive. Although I am partial to number 11, we’re not dealing with 11 definitions of the word with where I’m going. Let’s pay attention to the first two. Romanticide is most certainly something that can be said. If you don’t believe me, I’ll post a voice record of me saying it. Plenty of definition 2 ties into definition 1. 2a, ties in with definition one. A speech sound or series of speech sounds, definitely sounds like something that can be said. Romanticide is made up of a group of written or printed characters. And if you are using decent english, you are following up Romanticide with some punctuation.

So so far, it looks like Romanticide is most certainly a word. The meaning of the word is pretty straightforward, too. The -cide suffix denotes an act related to killing. The definition of romance is:

Romance:
1: (1): a medieval tale based on legend, chivalric love and adventure, or the supernatural
(2): a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous, or mysterious
(3): a love story especially in the form of a novel b: a class of such literature

2: something (as an extravagant story or account) that lacks basis in fact

3: an emotional attraction or aura belonging to an especially heroic era, adventure, or activity

4: love affair

5: capitalized : the Romance languages

This time, I’m looking to one piece of the definition in particular, and that one is 3. Definition 3 makes me think of the word Passion. Which brings me to what romanticide means.

Romanticide: The killing of passion, or a substance that kills this function.

So there we have it. You can say it. You can spell it. You can read it in the characters drawn up for you on my blog. And as far as I’m concerned, it has a meaning.

From this day forth, romanticide is a word, and let no man tell you otherwise.

Hello there world! My name is Anthony Moore, but the moniker I like to go by is Asgard. I welcome you to the Mightier Pen, and I appreciate you coming by! What I hope to do here is give you something to read and wrap your brain around, whether it is a short story, a rant, or even the invention of new words. In other words, exercise for your mind.

The daily life of a human being is filled with tempation. We restrict ourselves and test our strength on a daily basis. We have speed limits in spite of the fact that our cars can go 100 miles an hour. We have long, monogamous relationships in spite of the fact that our genetic code tells us to procreate as much as we can before we die. Things like this are things we let slide under our noses without giving it a second thought just because its always been there.

If we just take some time to sit back and think about things, you find out just how much there is out there to learn. This is what drives me to keep writing, the thought that I can get someone’s thought process going enough, to the point where they can better themselves, or where they can find passion in a life that becomes dull, and grey. What you will find here, is poetry and short essays that I hope will do just that.

Let us delve into the wrinkles of our brains, and expand our minds together.