Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

Many have tried, many have failed, many have fallen, yet no one ever decides to walk away. One try... one single essay... maybe you can be the next winner? Oh, how many? hmm... don't worry. Rest assured, if you win, it will be news... Thinking about it? Hahahaha no one ever thinks about it. The price? Life ... To see the world in its true face is not living! Being part of the wrinkles of that face, that! Maybe some other time you can reconsider life, not today. What do you have to do? Oh, just jump . Oh, yes, there is. Look ahead of you, the horizon... it is beautiful. It was not a lie, it was not fiction, there it is. Right in front of you. Afraid? Ha! Life is fearful, yet there the emotion lies, there the excitement dwells. Yes... I understand... It is not until the bird tries to fly for the first time that it understands there is a fall, but that same fall will be the one to push your wings wide open,  that same fall will make you fly ...

look at that smoke cloud... can you see that shape forming? can you recognize my face in the haze...? i was lost... but now i'm found... but... am i found? have i found? have i mourned the lost and heard the sound? i don't know... i did see you frown though that i do remember... that i do know... i saw your crown fall i sow the gift your memory left chainsawed the emotion that i felt peacefully in time wasted. you are the misery within the memory of what was meant to be but never was... has it come to you yet? him? the one who seeks is never found the one that's found must never speak the one he seeks has died and he who seeks hides on the ground have you lived to tell a story? or are you the story of he who died? was your life worth the story? or will your tale be the endless rhyme? not even death can kill time...

For this 2013 we'll be publishing 2 new books, and in this case Poetry, one in Spanish and one in English (not translations). Written, Edited and Illustrated by Logan M. Wolf. Here you can see the covers of the soon-to-be published books of -Rhyme and Prose-. To Pre-Order yours send us an E-mail to order@loganwolfarts.com . Irie Bless. Para este 2013 publicar emos dos nuevos libros, y en este caso de poesía , uno en español y otro en Inglés (no traducciones). Escrito, Editado, Ilustrado por Logan M. Wolf. Aquí puedes ver las portadas de los libros que pronto publicaremos de - Rima y Prosa -. Para pre-ordenar el tuyo enviarnos un E -mail a order@loganwolfarts.com .

al despertar sentí un vacío... fue la luz por mi ventana la causante de tal augurio. entre sombras y sonidos perdí la cordura y me dejé llevar por las ganas de vivir en memorias ... esa silueta que se mantuvo a mi lado, mientras en sueños caminaba por parajes de un futuro lejano, sujetaba mi mano y cantaba canciones que yo le había enseñado... risas y abrazos fueron culpables de mi añoranza... añoranza de momentos extraños, nunca antes vistos... sin haber pasado por experiencias tales, mi piel reacciona con escalofríos, sintiendo puro amor, desconociendo el destino... sucede que entrada la noche, caía mi frente en las fauces de mi almohada. en segundos fui devorado por la oscuridad de mis causas y en ellas encontré condiciones que me llevaron a conclusiones dignas de contar... o por lo menos eso pensé en el momento, pero tanta fue la energía, que, sin saberlo, ya dormía y pronto olvidaría, a excepción de ese momento en que apareció ella... me quiso y la quise, y tanto quisimos q...

this guitar i never played like this before. i hear the chords crawling into my skin like death in ethyl tendencies. i ignored the warning and played along with the devil and he won this game of denial. i wasn't able to hide the lies anymore, i had to fight myself and lost again. was this my fate? what was wrong with me? why was i still thinking that this would last? that slap i needed. i drank ahead. i didn't stop. i bled my guts away when the alcohol decided to return to my hands. i kissed it one last time and it is the last thing i remember before waking up in that white hall with white beings dressed in white. i closed my eyes again. the piano keys had an influence on my somehow... it was like the dust all over that tail had been there waiting for me. i took a deep breath and it blew my mind away. i tried, i swear i tried. but in all honesty i had no intention of stopping really. then you came to my eyes and i had to kill you before you killed me or ... words would fa...

and i had something on my shoe... it was a bug, a tiny baby scorpion. it bit me and left me in pain, sitting next to my tent on a rock as i pulled the sting out of my foot. i had to walk miles and miles to get to a town, but now i was being slowed down by karma, apparently. being alone in the mountains sometimes is not the best of trips, yet it is really a good way to relax and let go of everything else. the day was particularly humid. the fog was thick and i was high on that mountain. high on that grass that helped me realize that when the end was near, there was no need to rush it. i wondered how your day was, but the pain on my foot distracted me to the point of no return. i had already started to walk down hill. after 4 days in, i didn't think it would really bother me as much, but to think that i may not make it was really refreshing. the relief, the lack of angst, the smile on my face... i never thought it would bother me as much. i must have been going crazy. then i tripped...

it smells like fire and wind decided to have an affair... it sounds like a thousand steps from a thousand feet on a thousand grounds for a thousand days... it seems like it rains stars and we swim in empty space... it feels like giant floating whales sing for us to sleep... this is when time should stop so we can appreciate the sight of our eyes meeting again for the first time. space becomes vain. a mere sensation of belonging awakes me from deep slumber. then the cold light of midnight shines upon you... the line of your face is the road i wish to walk with my lips. the sound of your voice is the lullaby i wish to sleep to. the smell of your hair... that poison that drove me closer and closer... the touch of your hand next to the light in your eyes... no match to the taste of your soul, and now i wish for crystals to carry you with me... and you move like i want to... sorry... i apologize... please forgive me... i did not mean to blow the smoke in your face, but i had to make it disa...