Sunday, May 25, 2014

picked up a tip from a spector whispering by
she whistled; “do what is right, do what is just; use your mind and you can fly”

at first it seemed odd to take notes from an unliving host
but then i realized she’s seen more than most

and as thoughts began to take hold, along came a leprechaun a millennia old
and the words he spoke were “respect all; that IS the pot of gold”

and as he saw the words he spoke; i took of note; he vanished into a beggars cloak

as i tried to understand what i had seen, along came dwarves of three
they happily cheered to me “love, love, love is the way to be”

then along came the devil and i was scared out of my mind
but he spoke “worry not child, you are not one of mine”

“the things you’ve witnessed are all true, and i’m not here for you”


“you’ve learned a valuable lesson from me; ‘to trust, is not to believe’”
wrote a new poem. if you want to see it, let me know

Sunday, May 11, 2014

poem/life

maybe life is depressing
we all secretly enjoy the rainy days
maybe to truly live you gotta be mean
choosing to die, we stay nice and lost in the maze

i haven’t had a good day if i haven’t felt pain
white wedding dresses asks to be stained
filling up the walls with empty picture frames

loosing my blood in the wind
i feel like a psycho who loves the void
sins are strictly paper thin
ghosts love to play hop scotch - don’t interrupt - they get very, very annoyed

and i’m dancing to the broken hooked on phonics record
eagles who throw away their cell phones, learn to soar
i swear, with all the people in the world, people are a bore

even the devil gets lonely
and the people in heaven still get sad
we all want skills like bruce lee
but we’re happier to miss what we once had

~Nicholas Wilde

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Dear Microsoft

poop on it. i'll just EDIT IT ALL OUT. HIDE THE TRUTH. ERASE IT ALL!

Saturday, February 8, 2014

i've been listening to more and more Eric Clapton

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

damnit. damnit. damnit. stuck in other peoples views of my writings again. wtf happened. lastnight i could write so freely.

need that feeling back.

blackpox

Trying to say what I really want to say. It’s difficult to do said act. Especially knowing I’m going to post this in view of other people. Especially knowing I’m going to post this in view of other people and am social phobic and paranoid about others.

I called myself “blackp0x” on youtube. That’s my old name.
Blackpox is the great equalizer. Blackpox makes us all equal.
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Ebola, only spreads through blood. Yes, it’s estimated by some to have a 95% fatality ratio in the peple it infects, but that’s only because it’s spread in Africa, in remote and poor regions where there are no real hospitals. The hospitals can’t sanitize properly there, so if one person comes in with ebola, the rest of the hospital gets it……
“Blackpox” on the other hand, is a made up version of ebola that spreads like the cold. Touch someone, your sick. Cough, and someone gets sick from you.
Imagine that, a common cold with a 95% death ratio.

We as people , especially here in the USA , like to think we’re safe.

Blackpox wouldn’t care if you’re rich, if your white or black, or if you’re happy or sad or living in California or your 83 years old or 2 years old. Blackpox wouldn’t care.
In the eyes of blackpox, we’re all the same, that is to say we’re people who are all so fucking famous in our shitty little brains that we matter. That I am important, when I’m not. That you are attractive, when you should get over it, you’re just a person.
Blackpox would kill without discrimination. Even hitler chose his victims. Blackpox would not.

We’re all equal in blackpox’ eyes.

Think about it, ebola spreading like a cold. Even the president would be equal.

Needless to say, at times I hate “us”. We all have it so fucking good, but we’ll complain over the slightest thing going wrong.
Sometimes the only way you can make someone see how important life is, is to wave death infront of their face.
Maybe a 3rd of the world would die if blackpox ever became a reality, but that would teach the entire planet a valuable lesson about just how precious life really is. To be thankful even for the shitty days.

And it would humble us. We think we’re so smart with our technology, our global internet, our satellites,  our space crafts…. Blackpox would be 1 billionth LESS complex than our human minds, and it would win a world wide war against us in a few short weeks.
Imagine living in a world post blackpox. Everyone is now happy just to be alive. And humble. Humble is important.
(This isn’t intended to be ‘good’, it’s intended to be me)
Pride…. Oh how I hate what pride has done to us. How I hate what we’ve done to us.