July 21st, 2011

The Get Up Kids - I’ll Catch You

♪I wouldn’t trade anything,
you’re still my everything
to my surprise, before my eyes, you arrive…
Don’t worry I’ll catch you…♫

"Contemplating the reason you’ll never give me a chance…"

"Contemplating the reason you’ll never give me a chance…"

June 22nd, 2011

"Parental Advisory" By: Nestor J. Herrera Newhall

“Parental Advisory”

The mourning for a time long lost in the forward waves of life is what sows itself through the threads of the present day. I recall with warmth of the times during my childhood that the question of the truth of life was the farthest thing from my mind, that innocence or more likely ignorance brought the carefree shrouded meaning to all that surrounded and filled my life. This misplaced nostalgic notion quickly fades away for like all innocence in this world, it is meant to be swept away with the same carefree sort but not by your own hand but by the hands of the cruel world that binds you to the actions of others, to the onslaught of what some may call fate, the innocence must fade.

These are the motions to life, change is thrust upon you not when you are ready but when you are most vulnerable for in this act is how we grow and how I pity this realization because I think of all those lost in the process, the ones that couldn’t make it through the unnecessary amount of struggle that life cuts you open with, those that gave up along the way all had reasons for doing so but the only reason that they didn’t have that mattered the most never reached them, the reason to continue on, so are the ways of the shadowy underbelly of mankind. We do not choose the circumstances for how we are brought into this world and so in the culmination in the times we are supposedly cared for is where the seeds of growth, the change that forever plagues us as we age are planted, we do not have control of this, we are not at fault for the horrid acts of others but what we do control is our own free will, that is the only freedom that we possess in this world that pain cannot rule. We are restricted by laws, dominated by greed, thrown into the battles of love and hate, clandestine to our family’s issues and woes, the struggle of the mind and soul is the campaign we must partake in for that is life.

So our free will strong against all these crude aspects of what consists of life is our power to become the men and women that we are meant to be in this world. This truth is all that one needs to remember when life hits you hard and you don’t know what else to do, when all seems lost, when love doesn’t seem to ever stay, remember these words. That we the free of will can survive if we just continue on into the unknown for in the unknown lies the truth that we all seek, that tomorrow another song will sing, that another day will come, that love will stray back into your embrace and that the struggle is all we really have, surviving is the manner to become all that we are meant to be.

Our generation are the holders of the truth, we know more than anyone before us, our capacity for compassion exceeds past desires and our will is stronger than any would be darkened past. Those of generations past will never understand that we are not and never will be what they want us to be because we are meant to be more than they ever were. We are the future, they are the past, you will never understand us so just continue on your journey because we fight our own battles much greater than you ever known and our hearts that anguish so through all continue with more might and love onto the future for we know of pain that you never knew or even imagined. Our pain is our strength, our actions are what the world today screams for us to do, our choices are our own for the good of our lives not yours, you will never understand us for we are superior for we carry all the hurt ours and yours because it is our duty, you will never understand so do not try feeble aged man. We the children of the dark have grown and with our will carry on our backs the future in the name of those lost, you only carry the past towards your path to ruin. We will never stop, we just care too much, more than you ever did and so we continue, abuse left behind and so you fail…

"The truth is ours don’t fear it…"

"The truth is ours don’t fear it…"

By:Irving Shulman 1956
"We are the Children of The Dark…"

By:Irving Shulman 1956

"We are the Children of The Dark…"

"We learned more from music than we ever did from you and we don’t care because were better off, music speaks to us…"

"We learned more from music than we ever did from you and we don’t care because were better off, music speaks to us…"

"Our expression is a thousand times stronger than your everything…"

"Our expression is a thousand times stronger than your everything…"

"We made it farther alone, than when we were ever with you…"

"We made it farther alone, than when we were ever with you…"

June 13th, 2011

"The Eyes of Truth" By: Nestor J. Herrera Newhall

“The Eyes of Truth”

The hollow man speaks his resolution in the black of the night. Amidst all that conspires for him or against him in this world he speaks a tribute for all the things never said in these lifetimes of ours in a society riddled with regret and doubt running through its veins. The man in darkness is transparent, he is nothing more than the creation of matters wished be forgotten, he is the truth never wanted to be known by any, he is the invisible thread inside each of our hearts that with all our power try to ever so ignore because we just can’t bear the pain. The apparition of the ill fated heart of mankind walks towards me as a fog rolls in from the hills of solitude and the sea of desolation comes adrift. I see through him all that he is for we all know him, he is the shadow that we carry with us for all time, never do we elude his presence because if we did so we wouldn’t be the people that we are for he is the mask that veils the illusion upon the eyes of others, he is the figure in the back of the corridors of your mind, he is all but at the same time he is nothing.  

The man made creature of the night approaches me and I know exactly of what he wants from me. In his eyes you do not find peace, innocence has long left from this being, through his eyes you see all the despair in life, a loneliness never before conceived within the soul of man, a sadness so infinite that all would be men and women that would try to describe them would only choke on their own words for those eyes have no meaning other than the utter morbid definition of suffering and angst on this earth. The invisible man in black, I know of his intentions, it is not his fault that he exists or appears before me for we are to blame because we ourselves hold his purpose. He appears before me for he is the truth that I must realize, the man of darkness is the manifestation of that dream that cannot be granted, he is the bearer of the torch of destruction but through his flame is the only way for this tale to continue.

The hollow man is before me now not even a foot away and I shiver from the fear that overcomes me with his presence so near. It is my fault that the bell now rings for me for I am at the helm of my destiny and now it is time to accept the end. The man speaks his resolution out into the air so heavy that they seem to smack me over the head. He says the purpose that beckons him to come forth now to me, I the man in white that’s will has not been bended by the cruel successions of mortal men has fallen from the ideal that has held me up for so very long that had given me life within this realm and now without it I too am nothing. The shadowy figure that personifies death tells me that he is the holder of all anguish in this world, that the only touch he as felt have been that of hate, that the only drink to quench his thirst is the tears of the innocent, that the only love he has ever know was the one’s of those that have lost them. He is the guardian of the secret of mankind, the secret that we are all meant to suffer.

In his words I know lies the truth but just when I was going to speak, this man keeper of despair, ghost of the evil in man begins to illuminate from within a light pure enough to repel the darkness foisted upon him and whispers to me;

“I do not want to take you my dear friend for the truth now that you realize shall guide you towards the other truth that lies within man. That truth that you ever so idolize is what you must burden your soul with, for you and no other are the keeper of it, the truth that love can cure all suffering, and so with the only power I have I repel my task with the knowledge that I will never see you again the ruler of the heart, the bearer of light, the white knight of love and knowing so condemn myself to suffer alone for all time. Goodbye my friend know the truth and be free from devilish means for only you can help others against them and guide them towards truth, farewell.”

So the hollow man vanishes from the world but never to be forgotten his gift, that we are meant to suffer but only so the we can find love once again to shine through the malevolent grasp of evil men and women, of holders of cruel intentions, masters of hate and manipulators of ill filled hearts. We may suffer but because we know of pain is how our capacity to love is without limit and that our compassion to care is beyond any means.

The hollow man I will remember him well until the day a no longer exist, for he saved me from the brink of my demise with the truth that only he knew and only was meant to be known because the face of the hollow man was my own, the reflection of self that we all have, the other half to the riddle of our souls enigmatic mystery. The hollow man meant to live in torment for he is life, we the men and women of light meant to share love and compassion because without it we are nothing. The hollowed mans face was my own, his face is yours, he is all and nothing, the conviction of life itself was what he left behind. Through our eyes is the portal to the truth, through our hearts is what we must find.

So next time you look in the mirror, look into your eyes and tell me what you see?

There he lies, what do you see?

What do you really see?

By: Al Shep
"Perceive with your mind…"

By: Al Shep

"Perceive with your mind…"

By: Kate S.
"The charm in your eyes is what ties me too you…"

By: Kate S.

"The charm in your eyes is what ties me too you…"

"The flow of truth spurs out…"

"The flow of truth spurs out…"

By: Lucas Vipieski
"The rider sees all truth…"

By: Lucas Vipieski

"The rider sees all truth…"

"It is meant to be spoken, do not fear…"

"It is meant to be spoken, do not fear…"

"You appear through the portal of my mind in the least opportune moment seeping into my memory…" 

"You appear through the portal of my mind in the least opportune moment seeping into my memory…"