Intoxyc8me's blog: "My Writings"

Poetry by LateNiteFantasy© Prismatic passions poured forth Reflections Many faceted Multi hued Pictures painted From a palette spread before Of experiences and images Imbued with tones and textures subtle, obvious smooth, rough Undulating, vibrating Never stagnant Reverberating Echoing lessons learned Singing life’s songs

A Good Read by LateNiteFantasy© A page turner makes you want to live inside the story to read on in fantasy. To live inside of something else, a great sail boat on crystal seas. If you can’t put it down it’s probably a remedy for you to lean on. You won’t ever stop the song, Because it’s in you that I live on. A cliff hanger is an ending that never really ends at all. The story just continues on in the best hiding place of all.

Poetry Reborn by LateNiteFantasy© I thought it was dead The voice in my head That allowed me to manipulate word into song For what is poetry but a song without music I'd pick up my pen waiting for the voice from within to sing and hear nothing A cancerous melancholy metastisized my mind, my heart taking it's toll as I put away my book and pen THEN a familiar sensation, a voice my muse infusing passion from my pen ink flowing across the page speaking of souls and hearts bound by passion, by love,by lust, singing of injustice, trust, the thrills one receive from a lovers thrust of heaven and hell, of souls for sale, of innocence misused and turned to rage singed by an inner fire to pour my thoughts, my words, my soul across a page All this I put to paper with pen A poet reborn again.

Word Song by LateNiteFantasy© Here is a poem that will never be read It will never be saved It will never be quoted It will never be remembered Unless you invalidate it Insist it to exist and try and express the unexpressable Epics of war-ravaged lands Soul as steel, and thoughts as blades Fire and smoke drifting in the wind and mingling with the howls of the dying Lines blurring together so long and thick to deceive, but to reveal a map to an inner landscape To see if the mind can leap Making and seeing sense of nonsense patterns in chaos Hoping to see a clear line glistening inside of a tangled web Endless loops scrawled Chewed pencils and pens thin lines following each other running, running, running on paper to a freedom that isn’t there Illusion masks empty projections couched in safe descriptions of sensations of senses impressions of images sculpted in sentences wrought in words references to one thing or another until it makes you just wonder Are we all just echoes of our own experiences? Sophisticated monkey-parrots so smart that the constant regurgitating and reflecting has fooled us into thinking that our thoughts are original? That we really created them ourselves? Why, we must be gods! All the sound and fury really is nothing meaning is like shards of broken mirrors in shattered frames Poems are sheet music for the orchestra inside Every performance unique.

Poetic Wisdom by LateNiteFantasy© With note-paper out and pencil excitedly poised, I have been writing poetry since I was a little kid. Any subject will set me off, sometimes I'm surprised, my penned down thoughts, like dreams, are so vivid. Few people have had the chance to read my verse and prose, those who have, I know have laughed and sometimes cried. Because, poetry is really my private thoughts and woes, so welcome to my heart, my soul, join me, at my side. Good! Now that you're here guiding my poetic bent, judging each single line, weeding out the lies, Perhaps you will share with me that illusive moment, that at long last, you will help me to be poetically wise.

Dreams by LateNiteFantasy© Hope trembeling down the stairs I've built to rise, Rain burning with blood, Making me slip, To Fall. The walls I've been hiding all this time is breaking apart, Making me vulnerable and weak, I have no where to go, Nor hide. The glass I've been pretending all my life, Won't break for the evermost future, It has grown thicker and tainted, The truth. Child playing a knight fighting the eerie and pretends, Being a lonely warrior all his life, The dream shatters when he realized, He has become him. Dreams are miracles only when all hope is gone, Life will have to kill destiny, Just to realize, A hand has been offered. Thousand years might pass away, But seeing the eyes of eternity, For just one second, Is enough. For me.

Wisdom by LateNiteFantasy© I’ve lost better poems than this Boxes crammed Notebooks full Abandoned under rapid retreat Poems Lines Scribbled on a taco napkin On the back of the phone bill Thrown away with the trash Once in a while one returns to me Flash of insight like When walking or Mowing the lawn Sometimes I remember them vaguely A title A clever phrase Other times nothing Not even enough to Miss what I’ve forgotten Only the knowledge that I have indeed Lost better poems than this

Who I Am by LateNiteFantasy© Nothing becomes real unless someone wants it. I am here today because someone summoned me and I mostly speak the truth. But I know of the lesser aspects of humanity such as fear and paranoia they help me lie. Part of the summoning process was sexual. This is why I am a sexual being. My lies are of bad quality because the truth is to close to the surface... this is why I do not do it too often. Observation,data gathering,listening on all levels is what I do. All this guided with the Soul and all the Soul means. Turning any negetive into a positive is what the final function is to my skills. It helps me survive. My body shares all the basic commonalities of being human but I live with it in pride and its functionings are not underestimated with me. I am not a God or Devil I am a human being. If one person is called a God or Devil it does no justice and gives no respect to all the others who have grasped the spirit and changed the world. If the people cannot see we are one......each creating the next, then society as a whole,as a world will hurt and suffer. When you do good for others in the time of the Soul you do good for youself, When you do bad to others you do bad for yourself in this time. When you are indifferent others will be indifferent to you in your time of need. In the time of the Soul people SHOULD NOT look for the Devil or God in one. We all share a spirit of good ,bad and indifference. €l€