what fantasy should I play into today watch the fruitful image become laced with dust like Pompeii what fantasy should I play into today become just another burnt-out cigarette in your astray my life is simply a fallacy, nobody truly cares for me, losing my sanity in the name of chastity my life is unsatisfactory, nobody truly can handle me, confidence beat up no battery, take another shot of vanity woah, I feel it start to form woah, the new queen of the swarm woah, x marks the spot no storm woah, no longer can conform to society, their ideology in breach of me and my values, firmer than statutes life can bruise, covered in the cool hues and my bad news is I can still lose but why focus on the lack and knives wedged in my back rather not focus on that discard the cracks and sneak attacks rather not focus on that my walls are up and they keep you back
The architect of the universe Acts a little sketchy • We speak on our 60 waves movement The other 40 percent we tell is all struggle • Infinity shares its rip tides Star light ties down wishfulness • Night life and sun light Body watering our drive to continue • Soul brought to you by love Free will lines our aerial focus • Sinning and singing it all out Hope sends these sonics out to our universe • Circling around our desires in our designed contentment To living freely to only die just to wake up to infinity
hey architect, You've been given a vacant terrain, somewhere crowd of green grasses a meeting place of tall trees. Go straight from that vacant terrain to the paper. With sunlight, air movement and some related content, You draw some 2D lines. Each line carries the meaning. You also make them in many different shapes. At the same time, hundreds of calculations and ideas are exchanged with new thinking. A 3D form of imagination that builds on thin lines. Where you can imagine gestures used by users, shuttle of light somewhere, and fair use of green etc. which make meaningful sense of that space. Which actually constitutes invisible mass. Then you are there to make your invisible mass visible, At the end, it becomes visible.
i am an architect though my hand has been guided many a time i have etched my own path into a tome of starlight but it is a path i will walk alone sometimes and that’s okay
i am a writer though my heart has been swayed into submission many a time i will continue to be the main antagonist of my story but i bleed ink from my fingertips and i will write my own chapter and that’s okay
i am a warrior though i’ve wielded my sword many a time i have seen many wars and fought many battles but it’s still the small victories i celebrate most and that’s okay
i am a dancer though i’ve tripped over my two left feet many a time i have broken many bones and danced still with a smile but my feet grow tired and i must rest sometimes and that’s okay
i am an artist though my hands have often been stained my heart is my masterpiece and i’ve put it at the forefront of my choices but maybe it isn’t the kind to go in a museum and that’s okay
i am damaged i am battered i am bruised but i am trying and i am healing and that’s okay
We are building New Babylon out of carcasses and bones, repeating the design flaws of ancestors, undoing our future, sealing the destiny for generations to come, We are the very stones built into these walls, the same ones we throw when we turn on our own. And these stones are what our hearts are made of. Our thoughts are but paper forgotten tomes, decaying pages. Redundant and irrelevant is what we have become. Behold the great construction of our ultimate destruction.
...just dug up this oldie from back when I used to write like this...