Remembering Him

1st mvmnt

1. I must always remember him. 
2. Deep within the tumult of my senses, I must always remember that the storm is not unyielding. His eyes are my twin Suns, blotting out the anti-smiles.
3. Whenever I am too blinded, as everyone can be, by my own insecurities, I must remember that it is him who makes me feel secure. 
4. Whenever I consider my life through splintered, faded glasses, considering things that no rational mind should, I must remember that he is the reason for keeping sane.
5. Whenever the deepest crevices of my emotion have frozen over, I must remember that he is the only warmth worth feeling and fighting for. 
6. Whenever the small beast, jealousy, grows larger and larger behind my pupils, I must remember that pity only dehumanizes the heart that should feel sympathy; I must remember that we are who we are, as long as we both are willing.
7. I must remember that I am always willing.
8. I must remember to always remind him how deeply I care.
9. I must remember to never take for granted the wideness of his smile or the fullness of his eyes.
10. I must never become the kind of person that we both have had to endure.
11. I must remember that every foolish gesture and every immature outburst are only manifestations of the "me" I've left behind. 
12. I must remember that the past is of no importance, even when resurrected unintentionally. 
13. I must remember trust.
14. I must remember never to attempt a justification for a wrong that I must admit.
15. I must remember him.
16. I must remember that my flaws are my worst enemies. 
17. I must remember that my flaws define me.
18. I must remember that though my flaws may weigh me down, he accepts me flaws and all.
19. I must remember him.
20. I must always remember him.

2nd mvmnt

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+ Ari, the ever faithful Artchbishope of Artillery

Creed

I, Emerson Stone,  being for the first time in my memory of completely sound mind, hereby solemnly swear not to allow the fruits of my labor to die. Rather, they shall prosper for I have met for the first time today the real me. And he's terrifying

Stone.

Artillery: The Cello

hurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsitHURTS

when you're not        H          E            R               E

(this is the prologue)

Strength is always expected to be so strong.

But who holds the sluice key to Strength's submerg'ed heart?

the cello

I can hear the cello,

and it reminds me of you.

(interlude)

The fullness of you overflows, filling me,

And I, the phantasmagoric grotto scum, the slithering dregs,

The cobblestone corridor of words and neon,

I become complete:

A radiant entity of white and pink and gold.

In the tumult of my mind at night, I enclose a memory of your smile within my pocket, to remove at will whenever you're not with me. The distance, the space, the too-sudden temporary displacement of space. I forget sadness, I forget love, I forget everything beautiful and fearsome. I only remember YOU. And how little justice the words "I love you" do when trying to describe the way I feel. I wish that time would hiccup, and the only things left after the evaporation of the world were you and I. I.........

I Care So Much It Hurts 
and i wouldnt have it any other way, honest

"Drunk off of nothing but each other till the sunlight / I would give it all to not be sleeping alone"

B.

c.

B.

come back to me soon

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+ Ari, the Artchebishope of Artillery

Hello world

My name is Emerson Stone. Two days ago it was my birthday.

And what a birthday it was indeed.

My birth name was given to me in acclamation to the writer and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson, for I was born free from the grip of the authoritarian world; an outcast that now must roam underneath the evil eye towards the back alleys and the decrepit dirty roads. I am the outlier of the human equation,  which in turn allows me to observe, and record.

My last name Stone, was given to me by the folklore from the East. This is my rock, and upon it I will build my kingdom of dissertation and free verse. As I continue to flourish, my text shall spring forth and blossom in ways I can't now even hope to imagine. My words and I are single solid movement; a stone falling sweetly down a never-ending fissure, searching only to find what's on the other side.

My search for truth is vast, and my travels have not yet begun, but here is what may be known as my beginning. Welcome to my ever ascending isle.

And with that we know that we can never return..

Emerson.

November the first, year two thousand and ten.

The day and year of my birth.

.

O what watchers are we? That claim to do all but prosper. 

Make not a sound, for we few have awoken the sleeping giant.

Andrew Emerson Stone.

Edict (pt. 1)

The old clock had just turned one minute past the three thirty mark.

Patiently, the man sat in the corner of the room in the absolute worst chair he had ever sat in. Damn these shitty motels. This place sucks.

There was absolutely nothing to do at this hour at night. He had watched all the good television there had been to be watched, browsed all the weird Asian porn he had wished to browse, and drank all the liquor the mini bar could hold. Still, nothing.

The man sighed, a long sigh that said something along the lines of "I guess it's to be expected" or "Maybe I have underestimated myself." But there was really  no point in thinking such things at all. He knew what was too happen. He knew there was no way out.

There were just simply too many mistakes.

The man stands up slowly , taking his time, and reached for his coffee mug. Empty. Just like it was five minutes ago. The man tries to convince himself that if he prays in just the right way,that any loving God that might be out there will take pity on him and restore that shitty bitter-ass drink that he wanted more than anything in the goddamn world. fuck, man.

They were faint in the distance now, he could hear them. With the back of his mind preparing him for the possible disappointment of listening to them pass by, he holds his breath.


No. They are here for me. And they're getting closer. 


The man shivers with a tinge of excitement, mixed with a slight nervousness that sent his mind spinning. Will everything go as he planned it? Will it all be ok?

Yes. It will be perfect. It's always been perfect. Here they come.

The knock on the door was heavy, as if the hand knew what it was about to see.

"mr. martin" a gruff and stupid sounding voice calls out from the other side,
"this is the police.  will you open your door?" 

 The man smiles for the first time all night.




...



"it's unlocked"



Emerson.

kaleidoscope eyes

thoughts come rushing in- waves of light and frequencies beyond understanding...i
found my home in the warmth of the embrace; never before have my eyes beheld such
a sight...such a tremendous dream, and how blessed are we all...

...to be a part of the great mystery of life, and all of it's vessels. the love of kindred souls
drives me to profess to you a secret i have kept for so, so long...


all i have ever really wanted was to see the truth, the "light"...the beauty, and no matter how
bleak the times may have been, i have always tried to see what hope remains - though i hid
my heart in the depths of squalor, the boundless grace i received in the recent days is
overwhelming...everything has changed.



life, as we know it, is teetering on a new dawn. a "rebirth" of soulfulness, and passion...
the faces i've held so dear are blossoming into muses for my own admiration...i have
seen it with my own grey eyes...that precious boy, who will forever have the biggest
piece of my heart; i have seen the change in him most of all, but i can see the seed that
has been planted this autumn...for all of us to observe until we can finally yield the
fruits of our harvest.

i feel lucky to have been a part of the random happenstances over the years...the events
that lead up to this very day...a day i am able to sit and write to you, and tell everyone
exactly where i've been.


really, i can say i fell in love. and i'm not at all ashamed to confess this, i can rest my weary
head in her hands, and feel safe again. through this spectacular course of travels, and
the obstacles we have ALL faced (so bravely, might i add), it is apparent that the human
spirit can withstand so much. call upon me in times of trouble, Grotto, i will always remain here.
the biggest fear is fear itself, a wise man once said...

do not fear the change that awaits...it lingers on the edge of the season, and to fall victim
to inflexibility is unacceptable. stand tall in the face of the roots that ruin, hold fast, 
and run with the opportunities. a new era unfolds...the PASSIONATE, the INTELLECTUALS,
the LEADERS, the WRITERS, the MUSICIANS...the ARTISTS...


...and i will sit atop the highest of mountaintops and watch the world through my kaleidoscope.





KING AMY