The Candybox Blog

counting brushstrokes like days painting with the colors found in rain waiting for a change in season to wash it all away so that i may investigate new ways of being and despite all obstacles find reason to keep breathing choosing to stand on uneven land, subjected to hope the power of life, submissive to no consequence in the core of the demon and eye of the hypocrite two faced friends and traitors weave their end victims of their own devising needing no god to find true enlightenment pure in heart, a man can be his own muse so i’m...

suicide notes present tempting propositions missing departed friends while deconstructing afterlife and investigating lost dreams between the cracks in concrete if holding-on is what i’ve been doing all my life isn’t letting-go the most humane thing left to do? wrestling with reason, i’d give anything for an end not to see what i see when i close my eyes or think what i do in moments of silence in consideration of consequence… no comfort is worth my soul to surrender battle is to betray past defeats so i choose to wait patiently

In the valley where shadows roam Tracing circles in the sand wondering where things end and where they began Chasing the sun at the end of a never ending tunnel Light shines it’s brightest in the dark I’ve come to love the simple things, romanticizing in moments Searching for deeper meanings in everyday motions If everything ends now it was all worth it If fire makes the heart pure then I take my place with the downtrodden and deserted Truth be spoken, the rich are poor and the struggle is strangely divine Life is the power of persistence Regardless… I...

Masters of fate Fend off consolation and dodge tears Pity is insult to injury Anything worth having is worth fighting for As for my life, I’ll take it by the horns Wrestle it to the ground and beat out of it what I want Even if it’s been so long, I forgot what I’m beating it for…

remembering digging through trash looking for food and avoiding people afraid of abuse a slave in a slum, overworked and slowly growing numb will i ever be free of where i’m from? it took a lot of courage to escape it takes more courage to keep going and not break to board up old memories and put together the pieces one thing i do believe in… to recognize beauty you have to first experience the ugly

i find no pride in where i’m from but am proud of what i’ve become past scars and struggles can make you beautiful if you let it then i’ll step aside and paint my soul out of messes freedom is to bear no resentment if the divine is to create beauty out of chaos then god resides as a dormant choice in everyone i’ll make something divine of myself, quarantine the rest, and never look at the past the beauty of life is to let it be what it is and that is whatever you see it as so i...

BETWEEN Company (the “Customer”) OF THE FIRST PART -AND- Independent Contractor (the “Service Provider”) OF THE SECOND PART Customer summons hoard of managers with superiority complexes the size of Manhattan, but misses. Service Provider rolls Contractor Snob +10. Inflicts damage to company ego. Customer rolls a 10 and dodges Contractor Snob with in-house timelines and expectations. Customer inflicts self damage from unrealistic expectations and lack of concrete experience. Service Provider defies Customer reasoning with concrete estimates and diagrams. *Humiliation!* Angry email takes all. So my work, eleven-month-long-project, gets a group of chuckleheads featured in the Guardian, and they terminated the...

Browsing through some old Red5 links I remembered Unity (founded by Colin Moock and Derek Clayton). Apparently it has evolved. I know, I’m behind… shutup. If you feel like getting your geek on this weekend it’s totally worth a look! www.unionplatform.com “Union is a development platform for creating multiuser applications. It includes the Union Server, a multiuser communications server, and Reactor, a framework for creating Adobe Flash client applications.”

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Secret defiance! I found a spark of life… Seditionist verse, hidden between concrete cracks, And decorated by shards of broken glass. In solitude, a flower considered a way to grow. As a colorful impostor, occupying the corner of Gray Grove. “Progress makes strangers of us all.” I told it, As the stop-light declared it time to go. Smuggled truth! I found a fragment of wisdom… Poor righteousness, hung beneath fluorescent flickers, sighting a selection of vandalism. In solitude, a poet considered a revelation and left it’s blueprints in obvious indignation As a crumbling movement brushed across the grains of a...

We’ll All Fall Down In a pet shop behind glass A little animal dying on display Life… Mass produced for consumption Life… Living toys that better play But it doesn’t mater No need to ask questions when all you have to do is behave From the cradle to the grave Shame… Shame on the fool that believes what he’s shown Shame on him twice as he thinks what he’s told Shame on us all, swept away by the crowd Oh carefree, sweet people, silent is that sound Of a world which crumbles and collapses, as we all fall down For...