The Eight Laws of Reason.
In a text this season, it's a pedestrianson.
One is need, the desire for the living fuel.
Second is greed, wanting and wanting, it is the rule.
Third is fear, all that frightens.
And fourth to rear, and protect what lightens.
Fifth is the desire for freedom and sixth brotherhood.
and the next two are what connect them all.
Seventh is life, running to and running from.
and number eight is the six reasons
...
to get some.
- The Rambler 2007-12-29 歩行者
The Rambler.
I was alive, and then I died...so now I'm dead, yet searching for death,
and have never been so living.
See and you will be seen.
Hear and you will be heard.
Yet don't feel...
and don't try to..
'cause in the end of that road all you will see is pain...
because the Rambler only leave traces...
The Rambler,
who walks and walks...
until he reaches the end
of nothing.
Freedom.
I think that's what I feel right know.
Freedom.
She was right.
Hope it'll stay this way...
'Cause I know how it use to be...
No I was right and wrong...
There's no one.
Strange...
And the strangest thing of all is, I even find myself love some of these things, without any particular reason. I can't find it.
I'm confused. Certainly confused. Oh yes indeed...
I like people, I shouldn't like. Some even extremly much.
You can not like more than one in a certain way, can you?
Well... I think I do... haha.
What's bothers me more is that it ain't going to work with any of them.
Haha.
You really have to get less lovable people or else I'll explode.
And oh! Yeah! I do get it.
That was quite the thing I was refering to below.
At the bottom.
Having a reminder ey?
The parts so far from the "Beneath the black sea" series.
First one, written some time ago, when asked to write a poem
and so I did...
The Shadow in Light, the Sight in Darkness
And finally, the hate speaks, a clear echo in my head:
Searching there,
where you never searched
Digging here,
where you never lured
Passing anger, seeing fate
Being rambler, feeling hate
Spreading evil, you're going there
Leaping fire, though deadly rare
But it is, and exists
Silence, my name
Screaming the same
And in darkness walking
And in gloom stalking
Screaming my name
Silence, the same
And I answer:
I'm searching there,
where I never searched
Digging here,
where I never lured
Passing anger, seeing fate
Being rambler, feeling hate
Spreading evil, I'm going here
Leap through fire, and it isn't rare
But I am, and remain
What will I find?
You tell me
Even darkness whined
When I came to see
Echo responds:
The answer is
That you always had
the answer list
Through me, you, lad
will suffer more
day and night
because I am the core
The Shadow in Light,
The Sight in Darkness,
and you are no less
- The Rambler 2007-03-11
Second one, written on Creta, when feeling isolated and knowing something's wrong:
The Black Sea
Deep in life beneath the waves,
it sees, It lures, It raves.
Waiting, and wating to be in control,
Searching, and searching for the inner soul.
When all isn't there, and nothing is to be seen
It will take its loop, so be keen.
Deep in the life beneath the waves,
it sees, it lures, it raves.
Under the surface of the black sea of mine
It's laughing, knowing that soon it's time
I reckon I will be keen,
'cause in the dark, nothing is to be seen.
- The Rambler 2007-07-08
And the third one, and at the moment the last, written when confusion was in charge:
Negative Value
The Shadow approaches, the mind let it in
Along road of silence, a thought of a sin
Deep down ancients, on surface youths
Suffer of unidentified truths
A travel in mind, a search for the soul,
Yet nothing to find, just thoughts, they're foul
Beneath all, a monster within,
Mind made it stall, stuck in a tin
But when shadow approaches mind let it in
It rises, converting the skin
A travel in soul, a search for the mind
A quiet growl, the predator's tied
Through the black sea of blue
Through eyes of two
Dressed in a all-knowing suit
It's getting its loot
Open its own sea black
Looking around, ready to attack
A mighty laugh of sane madness rise
Rising, growing, growing in size
The source sends its poison of unknown
Hate is its name, created by your own
Strangely enough the only thing understood
Melting metal, burning wood
The predator's tied, yet travels in soul
Searching for the mind, crying out its quiet growl
Thoughts, they're foul, travel in mind
They look for the soul, yet there's nothing to find
Suddenly the quiet growl appears
Foul deliberations running wild
Until the sound reaches their ears
They unite with Satan's Child
Who is there to see?
What will it become?
Why is it converting Me?
When did I hate some?
Yet the poison Hate has is nemesis
There's no time for remiss
Some powers fight with for a greater deed
Taking away, yet gives Hate its feed
In the middle of all someone stand,
Flying over the battlefield and have nowhere to land,
who can only fly over and stand between,
who feel nothing yet never been so keen
And Shadow approaches, mind let it in
Releasing the monster from its tin,
which leads the battle of immortal
Tearing me apart, yet fills me to total
Thoughts of foul,
Reaches the soul
Yet it fights back the one from within
But as shadow approaches, mind let it in.
- The Rambler 2007-10-26
All about the perspective.
There are no rights, there are no wrongs. It's all about the perspective. Maybe you would just change it sometimes. I do, I did. I said, that was the problem, and the solution. It's just a matter of perspective. Do I want what I need? Need what I want? Maybe not. That's why I'm changing perspective.
And I reckon... it's soon time to rise. To see again.
And to care.
Of course to care. 'Cause there ain't nothing more important than that. This time mine will be different, but it will be there, never disappear... I made a promise to myself about it. No matter what, I would have some good thoughts. I've always had.
This isn't to be escaping parts of the problem, escaping you, or anyone. It's about being unite with oneself again. About me being unite with myself.
It's about escaping what's always troubled me. The rage beneath the black sea of mine. The problem, not people.
That's why the verbal parts disappeared. With that all. It will be back.
you know...
All care.
No one sees, when no one needs.
No one wants, when nothing flaunts.
No one tends to exist, when it doesn't subsist.
No one sees, there's nothing to need.
All fight, when loss is in sight.
Everyone needs,
when all disapears.
But when there ain't anything to lose
and no one to see,
there will be no escaping cruise,
no one at sea.
So I escape, and yet I fight.
Tied my tape, loss is in sight.
If you want to know,
trace my step.
But if the loss ain't for you,
escape, yes escape you too.
- The Rambler 2007-12-21
