Vashthevicious

Across the lands around the world, a new fabric is here.  Information. Woven Deep into the modern day.  The pulse of light and electrons scream forth in there unending madness.  What is this world like that lyes under the physical and the mental?  

Its like its own being, it beats, it breaths, its sings.  Everytime you turn it on.  We're plugged in, part of it, but isolated from it. It has control of most of you. "Will that be cash or credit"

You swipe your card, and thats all it takes, unaware of the actions that you have set into motions.  The check, the reply, and confirmation, and the close.

Things that seem simple enough, but taken alone, the process are complex.  You bank pays, the company is happy, and with you to your next item you wish to by.

Time to check you email, you boot the computer, it hums, beeps, and crackles with the sound that is most joyous to your ears.  Your name and password, quickly sealed up into a little pouch of digital protection. Bouncing around from server to server, network to network, until it reaches the safety of its home.  All instant, all assumed to work, all so complicated.  "You've got mail"

But once you realize, that its a fabric to be woven, that its laws and confines are just an illusion you then see the possibility.  But with all possibility are choices.  

The systems in place, the world that you know it... as you walk along doing what you do best, work, buy, sleep.  Is not the world as I see it.

I see the true, that god of this world.  Money? No. Power? In a manner of speaking

1's and 0's.  Your name, your address, you social security numbers... 1's and 0's.  Your phone, you talking on it. Almost...your voice yourself. 1's and 0's

The fabric can bet cut, a new string woven, a old string removed, and the whole fabric itself can be contaminated, tainted, and corrosive.

Then when you think is everything is alright, a failure happens to the system, A hacker gets in, some spills coffee on the keyboards.  And all the order in this digital world starts to break down.  

The systems dependent on one another meltdown, and we are part of that system.  "are machine is down"  Can break your day...

All because.... the order of the digital became nothing more then,

A bowl of steaming Digital Soup

I still cant shake the feelings.  
The Fragmented memories come brewing up from the void of my heart where I try so hard to suppress them.
And it explodes into my mine as echos... of good time and bad.

Cant I just reach out my hand grab them and strangle it to death, untill it fades from my mind. I have tried my best to put them away.
She is always a consent figure. In my memories that refuse to leave me.
All they do is haunt me, ... i want here out of my mind.

Her shadow... in my mind.

It annoys me.

The time has gone and past,
No more sorrow, No more pain.
Although it is hard, to oppress, repress, with hold, and contain.
Emotional states are so hard to bottle.
With a spirt like fire, burning out of control.
But Fire makes warmth, Fire makes life.
it breaths and is itself alive.
I burn with life, and Consume that which gets in my way.
That would be the case if there was no control.

Hold and contain. Oppress and repress.  There should be no wild fires.

But all to well do the elements themselfs such as fire indeed have this darker nature that at times are so uncontrollable.

Water smashes the earth, Earth Smothers fire, Fire blooms in wind, and the winds will disappear over the earth itself.

But One thing... above all is one of the greatest elemental forces.  Spirit. With out no things exist, nothing lives, and the other forces themselfs would be meaningless almost to the most cosmic scale.

....

Its late.... and i must rest.