March 25, 2013
Ramblings of a Crazed Eccentric…

“They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.” - Ernest Dowson. I fear the drinks no longer hold their muster, or do the pretty faces their luster. I am, and have been for some time, present at that shameful plateau, that breaths disgustingly of maturity. I find myself ready. Neither low or high, simply ready, truly ready. And for some time now, nothing in life’s great arsenal could strike me down, but yet I’m discovering, little too can raise me up. I stand at the ready! A moment where only ones’ passions can sway them, can only chip them, can only bring them to. There is a void in me. Not the pitch of despair of one lost; but the hunger of one starved of sustenance! “What excuse has a failure, who has all he needs to succeed?” - Akil N. DeBerry. None, none at all. And perhaps that is why I see all, differently… Well enough rambling, back to my writing! ^_^


March 1, 2012
"I know if whispered all to often, such a thing would lose all faith. Yet I find my self lost of wanting, to feed a fear of any sort. And thus from weavings beyond vision, the words did flutter to mind. I now only hold it foul not to voice such an admirable and mighty syllable. I love you, and find it stranger, moon by moon, how frightfully just it leers!"

— Akil N. DeBerry


March 1, 2012
Yet what strange knots are these…

I know if whispered all to often, such a thing would lose all faith. Yet I find my self lost of wanting, to feed a fear of any sort. And thus from weavings beyond vision, the words did flutter to mind. I now only hold it foul not to voice such an admirable and mighty syllable. I love you, and find it stranger, moon by moon, how frightfully just it leers!


January 18, 2012
Friday the 13th?! What a Hell of a Start!!!

Can you truly imagine how mind numbingly debilitating it is to be a dreamer. And even worse, having the unrelenting addiction to over think any moment perceived blissfully to worthy for the likes of one’s self. Which incidentally, being me, is each and every one. By definition, I am in a state of complete irrational thought. But being so is implying that I am in a way of abnormal clarity, and utterly lacking sound judgment, and that’s the real problem! How is it, such an impossible irrational action could feel so, the norm, habitual even. What grips has a man truly have when his world is literally torn from it’s hedges and hung upside down by a thread, and all it seems to him is right; a kind of right he usually runs from in a guilty fear. What hope is there for sanity when one discovers that it is insanity which breaths of home?! 

There was only one dream in my life in which I felt there was some sort of power woven within, till last night that is. I was blinded with a light that drowned me so warmly. Though I could not see, I saw. I was being held in a women’s arms, her hand waving air on to my face as she begged me to wake. I tried to move, tried to tell her it was okay, but nothing obeyed. I felt unimaginably heavy with joy. As I laid there I realized it was the rightist I’ve ever felt, the greatest one could possibly hope to feel. I slowly emerged from the light and truly into her arms. In the dream I fell from the bed we were sharing, and onto the ground in disbelief, doubting what I knew was true. That moment I almost surrendered to, a moment I knew was wrong not to surrender to, was all from a single kiss… I jerked awake, my body still feeling the tingles of the light that once swam across my skin. And as I gasped for air, my body shaking from shock, I realized exactly what that light was, that feeling, that joy; strangely it frightened me for only a moment. (Careful how you translate that last, it never truly is as we perceive, anything worth wild never is.) My understanding of things have changed completely in color. I feel extremely motivated! And God, it’s only January?! Hahaha


September 26, 2011
I have the habit of randomly writing dialogue. I kind of think it fun! ^_^

Elizabeth: “There is a light in your eyes, an addictive warmth I feel I should fear.”
Kannapolis: “Fear? I am but a fool wielding kind words and a foolish wit.”
Elizabeth: “Even more so now. Every woman should fear such armaments.”
Kannapolis: “And which is it then, my foolishness or words that give you such warning?”
Elizabeth: “Both; what woman would not, or has not fallen for a fool, and a kind one at that. And words, I give words kind, or otherwise great weight. What other medium has bound men so, to glory, honor, god, or love?”


July 20, 2011
"A fear of failure, is a fear of success."

— Akil N. De Berry


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