Current Events
This blogpost is more of a rant, than a tangent or sonnet. While I take a small break from working on my book, and still on vacation from writing any new sonnets I've decided to focus my more creative writing into a more dire and seriouse nature, Thats right Current Events of what is currently affecting us at the moment, my views and my thoughts on all of the recent topics that spring to mind. Health care, H1N1 Virus, and of course the ever disasterious war taking place in the middle east. However before I get into my views and such opinions I must warn you I may not be up-todate on all the recent press releases to some of the things I will be talking about, however most of it being my opinions the only thing I need to cross and check are the facts of the situtuation.
But that will be a post at a later date, when I am not jet-lagging from some good medication, to try and tame my insomnia. I will keep you all posted on the progress of my book, for those few readers who are interested, I am also looking to expand my reader audiance, so please pass the word around!, as of right now I am resided to trying to survive off what little profit I make from my publications. considering I only have one book published, with the release of my second and hopefully a third not to long after that, I will be able to breath a sigh of relief.
I am still also looking for any Artists willing to contribute some artwork to the book, if your interested in this you can get in touch with me by emailing me at waynecanning@hotmail.com with a subject like "Book Artwork" or something similar to that. Full credit will be given to all those who submit and get approved for publishing.
I am also considering holding a small contest (if enough particapates enters) that the best winning cover design will recieve a free autographed copy of my new book. And discounts to those willing to pass the word along and bring in extra readers.
Just an update,
The Dead Poet.
A Broken Man
A Broken Man
By: Matthew Wayne
Holding out a broken heart, from a broken man
beaten to the ground, crawling they took everything he had
Tears stream down her porcelain face,
baring a broken wing, how quickly she fell from grace.
The stars shine down upon us all,
each and everyone of us will eventually fall
It's about how you live, not in what you believe
It's about how you feel, and not the Illusion you perceive.
For if in winter and a flower will grow,
that in your darkest hour a light can be shown.
Standing before the cliff, as the tides begin to shift
A broken man will stare into his own personal abyss
a purgatory, living testimony to his own horror story
reflections in a mirror, become witness to his own fear
There is an Angel that waits, as she does her heart breaks
slowly she slips back into his dreams
A treasure, this broken man will always remember
~~( )~ Addendum ~( )~~
“I saw an Angel today, she whispered in my ears telling me to pray
not to god, or to speak in tongues, but to take a breath and fill my lungs”
Confused within a den of thieves,
When thoughts affect the reality we perceive
we allow others into our mind, their trickery to deceive.
Distrust floats upon a sea of snakes
serpents biting, all trying to get their take.
“When a rose in winter, has never been as beautiful
In the dead of night with a full bloom, under the watchful eye of the moon
A rare chance, a once in a lifetime glance”
Caught within a web of lies, the illustrious grand prize
I've lost more to my emotions, than any other preconceived notions
When I can still hear your voice in my ears, I still see the shadows of my fears.
A rational mind succumbed, to the whispers that my nerves have been numbed
Once thought to be lead by logic, now bound to the chaos of the current topic
So much pain and suffering has crossed my path, and when I look back I see the hills of my past
“paranoid disillusions, hold contempt for mass confusion
trapped within a struggle of a deadly obsession,
confide within the devil of a morbid conversation.”
By: Matthew Wayne
Holding out a broken heart, from a broken man
beaten to the ground, crawling they took everything he had
Tears stream down her porcelain face,
baring a broken wing, how quickly she fell from grace.
The stars shine down upon us all,
each and everyone of us will eventually fall
It's about how you live, not in what you believe
It's about how you feel, and not the Illusion you perceive.
For if in winter and a flower will grow,
that in your darkest hour a light can be shown.
Standing before the cliff, as the tides begin to shift
A broken man will stare into his own personal abyss
a purgatory, living testimony to his own horror story
reflections in a mirror, become witness to his own fear
There is an Angel that waits, as she does her heart breaks
slowly she slips back into his dreams
A treasure, this broken man will always remember
~~( )~ Addendum ~( )~~
“I saw an Angel today, she whispered in my ears telling me to pray
not to god, or to speak in tongues, but to take a breath and fill my lungs”
Confused within a den of thieves,
When thoughts affect the reality we perceive
we allow others into our mind, their trickery to deceive.
Distrust floats upon a sea of snakes
serpents biting, all trying to get their take.
“When a rose in winter, has never been as beautiful
In the dead of night with a full bloom, under the watchful eye of the moon
A rare chance, a once in a lifetime glance”
Caught within a web of lies, the illustrious grand prize
I've lost more to my emotions, than any other preconceived notions
When I can still hear your voice in my ears, I still see the shadows of my fears.
A rational mind succumbed, to the whispers that my nerves have been numbed
Once thought to be lead by logic, now bound to the chaos of the current topic
So much pain and suffering has crossed my path, and when I look back I see the hills of my past
“paranoid disillusions, hold contempt for mass confusion
trapped within a struggle of a deadly obsession,
confide within the devil of a morbid conversation.”
The Mask Made of Glass 'Part 2'
The Mask Made of Glass (An Angel's Decent)
By: Matthew Wayne
Oh hell, I thought to myself. On more than one occasion I sat pondering all the aspects of what was told to me hours or days before. A future I thought I could only reach in my dreams, but here I was being feed the very desires I sought so desperately. Simple wants, yet complexity in their nature to obtain. Most spend their lives chasing their dreams and often die before realizing them. Some give up before they are manifested real. The Universe is complex, It's pattern chaotic yet accurate. I have often questioned if I had fell in love with the idea of my angel, or was it truly a miracle I had found someone who fit me. Of course writing this now, in hindsight I should have known better. Yet blinded by the idea and the passion alone caused me to abandon all rationality towards the whole of the situation. I wanted to believe for one second that I had stumbled across my paradise, like a child lost in a hedge maze, finding the locked door that fits the key in their hand. Shambhala, My mythical utopia.
“Looking up from the depths of hell, I witnessed an Angel who fell
yet even with broken wings, through her lovely voice she still sings
Taking my hand she whispered in my ear, of a paradise oh so near.”
Here I truly thought an Angel landed before me, whispers of far off places and fine satin sheets, liquid gold to the ears of the helpless. Passion engulfed my eyes, and before long I was lost in the fantasy that was my own undoing. So bad I wanted to believe it was real, and so I told myself it was. Played the game and by the house rules. My three kings were no match for slick eye's of the royal flush. So as I sat and watched them wrack up the winnings with a grin on their face and a nod from the pit dog, I cocked my head and shoot a sly smirk. That would be my que to leave.
Its all a game, a ride, Chance. The fate we make by the footsteps we take this moment, and its all a risk, from the very large to the very small. Was I wrong to play my hand? Took the ride? If what I knew then what I know now, would I have still went all in? I can tell you from personal opinion, that even if I were to have held back some chips, the ride would not have been as intense as it was. The faster your heart beats, the quicker the blood rushes. All chemicals, all endorphins. All rushing through you like a tidal wave.
“So many sacrifices made, in this quest for love,
from the pits of hell, I have watched an angel fly above”
So, the main question I could ask myself here and now is, is it still possible and even practical to call her an Angel. On one hand what she had done to me there is no excuse for. Then on the other I cannot deny how I felt about her. So I will answer that question with a surprising yes, for a morbid sense of the reason I did and still do consider this succubus an Angel, If I never see her again I am sure there is another angel flying out there somewhere, over head. Just have to keep your head held high. Will I always love her? Again I will have to say a surprising yes to, I have been told on many occasions that I am a rather stranger person, but that is simply their mind's way of rationalizing me in my complexity.
So where ever my Angel has flown to, I wish her well in her journey and hope she gets to her destination. As for me I still have my eyes set to the horizon, and I see some good things coming my way, It will be a rocky path, but the adventure will be that much more interesting.
“And now I dance, A struggle for another chance
where salvation shall never be within my grasp
fighting a losing war, As my soul shall be claimed last”
(My Journal) - August 7,2009
The Mask Made of Glass
The Mask Made of Glass (The Joker's Romance)
By: Matthew Wayne
Blogger: http://damienhaze.blogspot.com
“I dig in deeper, as the stakes get bigger
the blood soaked stain, smile you hit a vein”
It's a shoot gun romance, The passion building within the endless dance. The tidal wave of mental euphoria, and I am the crazy one? The point of the matter is I am an adult and as such must take responsibility for my own actions, my own choices, and my own beliefs. I had conned myself into believing for once the Universe had granted me my one dream in life, a complexity of emotions and goals, desires and hopes. Had I earned this treasure trove of wealth? Most likely no, but do I deserve such paradise in my life? Most likely no. I have sinned like every other mortal man walking this earth, I recognize my demons and face them head on, strong willed I will climb to my feet. Face bloody and bruised ready for their next best shot at me. I am stubborn, hard headed, and damn it I will speak my mind. No matter how controversial the topic may be I will say what I have to say. We tip toe around other's feelings for the sake of not causing them mental anguish. Through the sting of an insult the truth is always far better than a lie. Which only serve to hold us back from growing spiritually and emotionally.
“If this were to only be a dream, than I shall chose
to forever remain asleep. For in this dream there is no pain there is no sorrow,
for in this dream there is only that of bliss, and perfect tomorrow”
August 13, 2009 (my Journal)
A lot of things are for the most part best left unsaid, this being one of the cases. However I will add a simple statement on a certain subject. A man could live his entire life without finding a woman to spend his time with and be completely content, happy even, but when you find that one you can connect to on all levels of the aspect in question. You not only find a living dream but one could only describe as soul mate, and I do not use that term light, for to me in my opinion, soul mate has no religious ties, a connection with another person physically and mentally changes the equation. Procreation is one of our more primal natural instincts we possess. Yet we have adapted and evolved with such powerful and influential emotions, lust, desire, love, hate, rage. To make us mortal we give into these urges and feelings, not to say they are all bad. But to allow them to over power your sense of logic, rationality. That is the weakness of our mortality, yet like yin and yang they can empower us to great feats. Physically and mentally.
“To the river bed, to wash your hands that are stained red.
To the mouth of hell, where your soul is for sale.
Witness to the rider upon the horse thats pale.
Fall to your knees and cower and fear, where chaos becomes all you hear
your apocalypse has arrived, casting shame to your egotistical price.”
The Joker's game, riddle me this. What goes on in the minds of someone who uses another? What advantages do they have to gain by playing on another's emotions? If you were thinking to make themselves feel better, the chances is you are right. Yet without their side of the story thats a question will will only go to their graves. The word love is tossed around without so much as a care in the world, It truly has lost any meaning behind the value of that once sacred word. Its weight in currency is being used to barter for sex, or material possessions. Rolling from the emotionless tongue of the speaker. There was once a day when someone spoke that word, it truly meant something. Where a marriage lasted longer than the honeymoon, and a devotion to see their spouse smile every chance they got. That spark of passion dies down, or becomes lost. Bitterness and resentment settles in slowly eating away at the relationship from the inside. The little things that first attracted the two together soon becomes the little annoyances that pushes you farther apart. Boredom plays a big role in the advancement of this disease as well. Romance is then treated as a Conquest.
It is hard at times to believe there is anyone out there, that could fit so well with even those who do not fit in with themselves. Your flaws turn to their adornments. Yet still have that desire every morning to keep that spark in their eyes from ever dieing down, the romance burning deep for the two knowing deep in the back of your mind without so much as a shadow of a doubt that, that person next to you is the one you will spend the rest of your life with. A rare find in the society of today, Stars in the heavens explode more times than people find this type of connection with another. Lust is often the joker's wild card during this experience.
By: Matthew Wayne
Blogger: http://damienhaze.blogspot.com
“I dig in deeper, as the stakes get bigger
the blood soaked stain, smile you hit a vein”
It's a shoot gun romance, The passion building within the endless dance. The tidal wave of mental euphoria, and I am the crazy one? The point of the matter is I am an adult and as such must take responsibility for my own actions, my own choices, and my own beliefs. I had conned myself into believing for once the Universe had granted me my one dream in life, a complexity of emotions and goals, desires and hopes. Had I earned this treasure trove of wealth? Most likely no, but do I deserve such paradise in my life? Most likely no. I have sinned like every other mortal man walking this earth, I recognize my demons and face them head on, strong willed I will climb to my feet. Face bloody and bruised ready for their next best shot at me. I am stubborn, hard headed, and damn it I will speak my mind. No matter how controversial the topic may be I will say what I have to say. We tip toe around other's feelings for the sake of not causing them mental anguish. Through the sting of an insult the truth is always far better than a lie. Which only serve to hold us back from growing spiritually and emotionally.
“If this were to only be a dream, than I shall chose
to forever remain asleep. For in this dream there is no pain there is no sorrow,
for in this dream there is only that of bliss, and perfect tomorrow”
August 13, 2009 (my Journal)
A lot of things are for the most part best left unsaid, this being one of the cases. However I will add a simple statement on a certain subject. A man could live his entire life without finding a woman to spend his time with and be completely content, happy even, but when you find that one you can connect to on all levels of the aspect in question. You not only find a living dream but one could only describe as soul mate, and I do not use that term light, for to me in my opinion, soul mate has no religious ties, a connection with another person physically and mentally changes the equation. Procreation is one of our more primal natural instincts we possess. Yet we have adapted and evolved with such powerful and influential emotions, lust, desire, love, hate, rage. To make us mortal we give into these urges and feelings, not to say they are all bad. But to allow them to over power your sense of logic, rationality. That is the weakness of our mortality, yet like yin and yang they can empower us to great feats. Physically and mentally.
“To the river bed, to wash your hands that are stained red.
To the mouth of hell, where your soul is for sale.
Witness to the rider upon the horse thats pale.
Fall to your knees and cower and fear, where chaos becomes all you hear
your apocalypse has arrived, casting shame to your egotistical price.”
The Joker's game, riddle me this. What goes on in the minds of someone who uses another? What advantages do they have to gain by playing on another's emotions? If you were thinking to make themselves feel better, the chances is you are right. Yet without their side of the story thats a question will will only go to their graves. The word love is tossed around without so much as a care in the world, It truly has lost any meaning behind the value of that once sacred word. Its weight in currency is being used to barter for sex, or material possessions. Rolling from the emotionless tongue of the speaker. There was once a day when someone spoke that word, it truly meant something. Where a marriage lasted longer than the honeymoon, and a devotion to see their spouse smile every chance they got. That spark of passion dies down, or becomes lost. Bitterness and resentment settles in slowly eating away at the relationship from the inside. The little things that first attracted the two together soon becomes the little annoyances that pushes you farther apart. Boredom plays a big role in the advancement of this disease as well. Romance is then treated as a Conquest.
It is hard at times to believe there is anyone out there, that could fit so well with even those who do not fit in with themselves. Your flaws turn to their adornments. Yet still have that desire every morning to keep that spark in their eyes from ever dieing down, the romance burning deep for the two knowing deep in the back of your mind without so much as a shadow of a doubt that, that person next to you is the one you will spend the rest of your life with. A rare find in the society of today, Stars in the heavens explode more times than people find this type of connection with another. Lust is often the joker's wild card during this experience.
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Chest Ten
“A composition of Pain”
“I am tired of waiting for my chance,
my one shoot at a chance for romance
I can still remember what it felt like”
-
“A Tragic Love Song “
'I saw the fields of green
that once manifested in my dream
the gold sparkles casted toward the sea
thrown to the wind on a gentle breeze
I could see the world in your eyes
a heaven meant for the skies
I never thought it could be true
I never imagined it would be you
Take my hand and hear my voice
trust my words and see my choice
for what I write will remain timeless
and my words of love, bound to this
through all the chaos of reality
I look in your eyes and see
a sense of peace you bring me
I'm a fallen Angel, with a broken wing
it's not hard to forget, that you're innocent
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