[LeGuille]

.:: Scenic Description Of A Dream ::.


[SIZE=14]T[/SIZE][/i] he evocation of serenity fills me. The sensation of insight: wondrous, yet melancholy, borderlines the nonchalant serene scene. There is no emotion but peace and harmony. There is no joy -- and yet no sadness. There are the fields that evoke my inner-self to become one with the nature that surrounds me in this unified space and time. But there is no time; and there is no space. There is serenity while images of magnificence fill the abyss of this soul now trapped within an existence of inexistence. Herein lies Truth; yet lies abound me spread the existence of myself while I no longer exist. Is this now peace that I have whilst I lay in my sleep? The sky fills my formless, unseen, and transparent shape with significance of insignificance. I question the ability I possess; if I possess ability; or if my ability possesses me.

   [SIZE=14]S[/SIZE] oon I become aware of the inevitable. Confusion of a sensation that is indescribable has overwhelmed me.  Pain has a way of finding itself back to an open door. But Is my door open, or has the pain opened the door? The thoughts of rife swelling inside me. It feels as if everything has slowed. Slowly, as if your entirety has become something of total insignificance. My entirety… My life; All that I have achieved has become a game to you. Have you enjoyed the journey so far, or has the journey enjoyed you? No. This cannot be the exception of myself! Can this be what I have accomplished in all  my effort? All you are, all you have tried -- indifferent. Inexcusable. Your meaning is  nothing. Tell me why! Tell me who gave the right upon you to torture my soul! Demon of my own anxiety! Leave me!  It is all to no avail.Thoughts abound me spread the truth. I have conceded the copious desires of a thousand men. And this is the truth I now have. Tell me what It is that tortures me!

   [SIZE=14]Human![/SIZE] Have you spoken your fears at last? Are you facing the truth of your useless excuse of existence? Your parents call you. Your friends excuse you… The escape is sweet compared to the putrid fumes exhausted by yourself to them. Have you not pained the world enough? [/i]The judgement inside me. The confliction of my conscious corner now evident. All has become surreal with the confliction. Pain is all I feel. TEAR THE FLESH! WRITHE HUMAN! DRINK THE PAIN AWAY! No. I cannot fall to this. The purity of my existence of inexistence! No longer can one be free! “Demon! Why do you haunt me? Why will you torture this lonely soul with the pains of love, joy, and desire?” I scream. But no one can hear me. I scream out, I screech the name of my pain. I writhe. I wither. I fall now. The inabilities of my abilities now sunk into my mind.

And then…


-- By :: Rejindo (Dante LeGuille)

Decided to share the inner working of my mind.

[Edit >> The italics didn't show up in BB code. ]
And to think..someone got in trouble for writing about Zombies. Half the things write about deal with necrophilism, morbidity, and other things... I guess being an aspiring Criminal Psychologist gives me immunity. Just wait 'til I get into college...

[Grug]

Wow, certainly unique I'll give you that.

If I wasn't so confused weather to take this seriously or not I would of made a joke along the lines of "What are you on? ... and Can I have some?"

But as it is... continue.

[LeGuille]

I've been phasered again!
Thanks, Grug... I should post the "Hospital" poem I wrote... that's a funny one.

[Grey Wolf]

Quite interesting. Seems your given name is quite appropriate. Dante, indeed....

[LeGuille]

it's not my given name. Rejindo is my screen name...LeGuille is the original spelling of my ancestors' name, and Dante LeGuille is a pen name, much like Samuel Clemmens' pen name, Mark Twain.

[Grey Wolf]

That's what I get for assuming things, isn't it? It's still quite appropriate to your writing style, whether it's your given name or a pseudonym.

[Singh]

interestingly unique, to say the least.

[Sandwich]

Make it into an adventure game.

[LeGuille]

Adventure game, eh?....wait -- the dream or my name? *confuzzl'd*

[Sandwich]

The dream.

[LeGuille]

Yes, and the ending would be something of FFX, right? ...that's kinda evil..

[Black Wolf]

Damn... I'd hate to tell you what I dream about.

[Grug]

hehe.

I have to say, most of it went over my head, but it was worth a read anyway.

Going by your writing and your sig, you almost come across as a Goth.

[LeGuille]

< Rejindo

Hmm.. Well, I'm not. I mean, People tell me that I come across as the guy who'd blow up the workplace... My supervisors eye me sometimes... they once thought i was the leader of a cult. Go figure? I guess my writing style just comes from the fact I'm very secluded and mostly all I do is think all day... It makes you...crazy.

Truthfully, I love Poe..and I did dress as a goth at one time. got bored with it.. it's so absed nowadays. Everyone's a freakin' wannabe.

[Grug]

lol.

I used to think quite as well.
Recently I've arrived at the statement in my sig (The second one), and I'm trying to live by that philosophy.

[LeGuille]

Too true.

But still, I did put up Easter decoration last year... a stuffed bunny, upside down on a cross, bound to it by rope, surounded by a burning pentagram in a church lawn...

That was fun.

[Grug]

lol.
Have any pics?

[LeGuille]

unfortunately, no. But I'll do it again this year if I remember...Christmas could be fun.

[Grug]

lol.

Why do you do it though?
If you don't mind me asking.

[LeGuille]

boredom and the joys i have from having a genetic pyromaniac inheritance.