BACK TO THE WAKEFUL WORLD

EVERY NIGHT I SEE YOU IN DREAMS.
I FLOAT AGAINST ALL THE SPECTRAL MATTER OF MEMORY,
FIGHTING THE MIRAGES OF AFTERTHOUGHTS.
I BREAK PAST THE BARRICADES OF SUBCONSCIOUS RECALL,
IN A CLOUDY SHIFT THROUGH ENDLESS LABYRINTHS OF SIMPLE FEARS THAT HAVE SOMEHOW GAINED NIGHTMARISH POWER.
I ALWAYS REALIZE THAT IM DREAMING IN THE MOMENT THAT I SEE YOU.
I CAN ONLY MAKE OUT PIECES OF YOU.
YOUR FACE IS ALWAYS CLEAR TO ME, BUT THE REST OF YOUR BODY MATERIALIZES FROM ITS UNCARNATE FORM,ONLY WHEN I DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.
I TRY TO WRAP MY ARMS AROUND YOU. AS IF CATCHING WIND, MY ARMS FIND NOTHING.
I TRY AGAIN, AND AGAIN. THE MORE I TRY, I FIND THAT YOU GAIN ANOTHER STATE OF SOLID.
LIKE A MIST TURNED TO LIQUID, TURNED TO ICE.
I FINALLY GRASP YOUR ENTIRE ENTITY ,AND LIKE THE ICE, YOU ARE COLD.
THE DREAM BECOMES REAL TO ME.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLEEPING IN MY BED, BUT I KNOW I AM, IN THAT MOMENT, IN MORE PLACES THEN ONE. STILL HOLDING YOU TIGHT, I SCREAM TO MYSELF, "WAKE UP!"
WITH THE HOPES THAT IF I HOLD YOU TIGHT ENOUGH I CAN CARRY YOU OUT OF MY MIND, BACK TO THE WAKEFUL WORLD.
IN ALL MY EFFORTS, BATTLING THE UNCANNY ELEMENTS OF HELL LIKE DREAMS, YOU SOFTLY SPEAK THIS RIDDLE INTO MY EAR,
"LET ME GO NOW BROTHER. THIS IS ONLY A DREAM. OF THE WAKEFUL WORLD I SPEAK. ONLY A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM. ALL LIFE IS ILLUSION. ONLY A DREAM. MATTER BEYOND MATTER. WE ARE THE BONDS OF THE UNIVERSES OVER. ONLY A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM. NOT A PIECE MISSING, JUST MATTER UNSEEN. YOU HAVE I AS I HAVE YOU, ETERNAL. ONE IN THE SAME, ETERNAL. MATTER UNSEEN. ANTI PHYSICAL ENERGY, DARK AND UNSEEN. EXPANSION OF INFINITY. ONLY A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM. TIME CANNOT KEEP US. ALL DIMENSIONS ARE LOST. ONLY A DREAM. GO BACK TO YOUR WORLD. UNDERSTAND. THE FRAGMENTS OF ME YOU STILL SEE, ARE NOTHING BUT THE PAST REVISITED. ONLY A DREAM. LET ME GO NOW BROTHER."
I WAKE UP.
MY ARMS EXTENDED INTO THE AIR.
I FEEL COLD.
THE TINY HAIRS OF MY EAR STILL TINGLE FROM YOUR VOICE.
TEARS FILL MY EYES.
IT ALL FEELS SO REAL.
I WRITE DOWN WHAT I CAN REMEMBER.
EACH TIME THE DREAM REOCCURS, I REMEMBER TO LISTEN. EACH TIME I FILL IN THE BLANKS OF PARTS FORGOTTEN. EACH TIME, WISHING YOU WERE HERE WITH ME, ALIVE.
IM DOING MY BEST TO LET YOU GO.
I LOVE YOU BROTHER.

LIFE:

A CONVICTION AT CONCEPTION TO SERVE A SENTENCE OF EXISTENCE, RESTRICTED TO OUR CELLS, ISOLATED TO THE SOLITARY CONFINEMENT OF OUR MINDS. A TERM MEASURED FROM OUR FIRST HEART BEAT TO OUR LAST BREATH. WE ALL MUST DO OUR TIME ALONE. IT IS WHAT WE DO WITH THIS TIME THAT DEFINES WHAT FREEDOMS WE ARE GRANTED. FOR IN LIFE'S PRISON, YOU ARE BOTH PRISONER AND WARDEN. YOU HOLD THE POWER TO CONTROL YOUR LIBERTIES. THOUGH, SOLID THE LIMITATIONS MAY BE THAT FORM THE BARS OF YOUR MIND AND HIGH ARE THE FENCES OF REALITY, SEPARATING YOU FROM THE FREEDOM OF DREAMS, IT IS WITHIN ONES SELF TO FIND THE KEY TO UNLOCK ALL ILLUSIVE BARRIERS AND NEVER FORGET... A CAGED MAN IS FREE, SO LONG AS HE REFUSES TO OBEY THE BARS THAT BIND.

ED-YOU-CATION

Starting Over. Educations modern system of imposed ignorance that we call "School" has left my brain exhausted and non the wiser. Ive decide that with the help of the Internet, and the real world that surrounds me, I will embark on a brave new journey of knowledge in the name of fun! With no specific curriculum to follow or grade to make. I will excel in life because I want to, not because I need to in order to compete with all the other "educated" idiots. The world is mine to discover now. All ravaged and raped frontiers of the past are virgins once more. I'm going to boldly go where men have gone before, but experience all that they left undiscovered in their rush to know it all.

WHAT'S THIS POST TO BE?

SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE. IVE BEEN WORKING ON SOME INTERVIEWS WITH AMAZING ARTIST THAT I WILL PUT UP ONCE I EDIT THEM. I KNOW MY POST ARE NOT WELL EDITED AND I HARDLY USE A SPELLCHECK OR KNOW WHERE TO PUT A COMMA, BUT WHEN QUOTING OTHERS I FEEL LIKE MAYBE I SHOULDN'T MAKE THEM SOUND AS STUPID AS I. ANYWAY, I ALSO STARTED WORKING ON A NEW COMIC THAT I WILL BE SHARING THROUGH THIS BLOG CALLED "SKULL 9". MORE ABOUT THAT LATER. I HOPE ANY ARTIST THAT READ THIS BLOG WILL CONTINUE TO DUE SO AND BE INSPIRED. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOUR ART WITH ME. EMAIL WITH ANY INFO YOU HAVE ON IT, TO lanceinkwell@gmail.com AND I WILL POST IT ON THIS BLOG FOR ALL TO SEE. PARTY!