Somewhere...

So I'm not sure what got me going with this one. It started off as something I've daydreamed about when I hear a particular song, and then just took off from there. I'm happy with it though. I seem to have gotten a bit of my creative spark that I thought I lost. This is probably the most active I've been with writing in a LONG LONG time...
Somewhere

I stand here now…
Gazing across the horizon...
As the sun sets on this day...
Brilliant colors dance across the sky...
As the sun gives way to an evening glow...
The wind blows gently across my face...
My gaze never faltering...
One by one the stars begin to shine...
Billions of lights...
Shining through the darkness...
People come and gaze with me...
And sooner or later they leave...
Some will stay and tell their stories...
Others disappear in a heartbeat...

Yet, one by one…

They all seem to drift away…
Does no one see what I see...?

Do they not grasp the grandeur?

Do they not see me standing here?

Do they even hear me...?

Is there anyone out there…?

Who sees this world…

The way I do…?

Will I ever find another…

Who sings the Dreamer’s Song…?

A question…

Born from a desire to love…

Yet forged into a quest for knowledge…

So that one day one may understand…

The life of which I’ve lived…

So much has happened…

In my existence here…

I’ve watched the world changed…

I’ve seen the rise of History…

And with all the good upon this earth…

Corruption echoes…

Evil Lingers…

And human nature takes its toll…

And though so much has gone awry…

I still see a world so beautiful…

Behind my emerald eyes…

I still dream of changing this world…

And seeking my final destiny…

But where is it that I will find my strength…?

To leave my mark in time…

There is so much fear in the unknown…

So much doubt in the uncertainty…

A plain I have known all too well…

But even in my short life…

I’ve found answers…

One way or another…

Looking around I ask myself…

Why do I tell these tales…?

If no one will listen…?

Why do I sing these songs…?

If there is no other to join me…?

Why do I love this world…

And all of its people…?
If they do not love me…?

I will never know…

But as long as my heart continues to beat…

I will not give up on these people…

I will not lose hope in this world…

I will not fall again…

It is so beautiful…

The stars upon a Crimson Sky…

I still dream of the day…

That I will find my wings to fly…

So much has been forgotten…

But the story still beats in my heart…

My Journey…

My Legend…

My Legacy….

And so the story goes…

I will wait as long as I must…

Upon this ever changing earth…

Until someone will hear my song…

Or until my brother calls me home…

You have to be out there…

Somewhere…

Identity

I came across an interesting thought today, and once I had enough time to work with it a bit I was able to write something. This goes back to some of my more classic work. Happy I was able to write it.

On that Note: After 6 and a half years writing on here I feel like it was time to update the layout...

I think it looks sleeker = D

Anyway...

Identity

Throughout my journey upon this earth…

Through answers found, and questions forged…

Long have I pondered in my existence...

The question of Who…

Just who am I?

A question so simple…

Yet the answer I seek lies deep within my soul…

I am a man of many faces…

I am a wearer of many hats…

All of which are the culmination of the Who…

Yet which is it that truly defines me?

Is it I, the Champion?

The Soldier…?

The cunning warrior on the battlefield…

Fighting for my freedom?

Or is it I, the Name?

The simplest of choices…

Yet surely, I am more than just the man…

I want to be more than just my name…

Perhaps it is I, the Sage?

Keeper of guidance…

Passing my wisdom to those who seek it…

Searching for the truth?

Could I be… the Dreamer…?

Forging my Legacy in the depths of my being…

Seeking a way to unlock my mind…

And truly show this world my song…

Here I am only a few…

Yet even still, I can be so much…

I’ve sought to be a billion names…

Among a million faces…

Yet can I find myself in just the one?

Which of my voices is it that speaks from the heart…?

Which of my eyes gazes upon the beauty of this world…?

Which of my hands have forged the life that I now live…?

All of these…

And none of them…

The Culmination of all…

Different lives, all claiming one soul…

A warrior fighting a never-ending struggle.

A dreamer, always on the verge of tomorrow…

A storyteller who has yet to craft his masterpiece…

A player battling for victory…

A guide striving to be a hero to someone…

A hopeful romantic with love in his heart…

A man seeking more than just his name...

A child looking for a friend on a lonely road…

I am more than just a man…

I am greater than the sum of my parts…

Every face…

Every title…

Every name…

C.Malzinka…

Chrono H…

H. Dynedockia…

Matthew C…

All are fragments of the whole…

All are voices in this chorus…

Pieces of my grand design…

Forgers of the never-ending dream…

That is my Crimson Legacy…

Dear Brother

This is my therapy. Creativity hand in hand with Suffering, and while much of my older work symbolizes that concept. So much has changed from those days. I will always enjoy writing, but much of it represents a part of my life that has come and gone. The need for it has diminished, hence it's decline over the last few years.

This piece is a homage to that based on some things that have been going on lately. However, this has been more of it venting exercise than a woeful situation.

What I'm essentially trying to say is. I generally write now-adays from being triggered into something, rather than in direct response to my life experiences (I suppose this statement is half-true) So don't be surprised if it's out of context, generally my work tends to be hyperbolized when it comes to emotions.....

Well I'm rambling so here!

Dear Brother

From the moment my eyes first opened, I have cursed my dreaded brother, Fate. Long throughout my life he has tormented me. Fate, a presence that every man has learned to fear, for with that name comes the fear of what lies ahead, and the terrible, yet inevitable outcome that awaits each and every one of us. Even from my own perspective, my brother has been objectified with many faces. From the beginning of my journey, I had felt his presence; binding me to a life of misery. It was sorrow and pain that set me on my journey, and no matter how valiant my efforts were I could not escape the grasp of my cursed brother; Bound… By Fate. Much of my life was spent in fear, and in agony from this one certainty, and as time pressed onward I would fight, stumble, and submit; Submit… to the will of Fate.

For years I pondered alone at night. Gazing up into an empty sky, desperately searching for a star, a light, anything that could bring hope into a hopeless life. For many nights I waited, and waited, and no stars would shine for me. I found myself lost in a void of my thoughts; endlessly searching through an empty world. I made my strides, my leaps and bounds, so close that I thought I could fly… Yet no matter my cause, or my reason I could not escape; Escape… The Chains of Fate. For a long time I suffered… with no way to defend myself… but all was not lost, as one day I would find the strength to break free, but I would need somewhere to prepare. And I found my upper hand. With the love that beat in my heart I would find the hope to persevere. And in the Sanctuary of my mind… I could never be beaten…

In this world, my brother is not seen, yet he is a presence that none can deny.

No man has claimed to see Brother Fate, but his deeds are forever known. Yet, in the minds eye, he can be tangible, physical. It is here that he could be defeated… and it is here that I could have the power to fight him…And so the Clash began. I fought for freedom, I fought for peace, and while outside of these delusions of grandeur I gained no ground. I found something I had lost for a long time… I had hope.

I’ve written of my struggles in other places. I’ve written of the people that have come and gone from my life; those that have joined, and left, my path. Yet throughout my travels it has been Brother Fate who always stood near. It would take years for me to finally see the truth that was my brother. Through the fear of many, a symbol of doom, a sign of death, sorrow, and grief. A sign of what was to come, and what cannot be redesigned. Yet now, after all this time has passed. I now see, that my brother wears many faces. We all shall meet with our Brother someday. And while that may be inevitable, the path that leads us to him is not. Fate cam be made, Fate can be Forged. And the reins can be taken by the hands of men. We do not have to fear him. I do not have to fight him. Not anymore…

It has taken a decade of suffering, of pain, of sorrow, of joy, of wonder, and of amazement to truly open my eyes. All of the woe, and misery that I have experienced, coupled with all my precious memories, have forged me into the man you see before you. The Fire still burns in my eyes, and the battle still wages from within. I will never stop fighting, because it is that fight that brings me hope, and the resolve to never give up. And though we’ve had our sibling rivalry, I owe all to my Dear Brother…