Something different
I was thinking to myself that I've always complained allot, and my conversations are about the same topics, which is normal. But tonight I'm going to a new level. No inside jokes, ex's, or problems. I'm going to let my mind float. I don't want it to make sense I just want to roam free on the keys.
The creature lifted from the ground. He was perfect. Perfectly over done.
His creator never imagined the possiblities.
He could be anything, anyone.
He was everything and nothing.
The one created remain confused always.
It was his driving force to figure out the unfigured.
The one created knew the collective thoughts of his master minds.
Two kids. One White. One Black. Both Underdog alcoholics with the potential,
only realized for brief moments, they lived good lives, but always felt shorthanded.
The one would need a name. He was the combination of too much, too impossible to be written about.
Palani Phuong
The Free Man. The Phoenix.
His Beginning.
On this day it was noted that the one would rise from the hands of mortals.
One glowing orb was forged. One dark Orb was crafted from the demons that prey upon his soul.
The kids knew not their powers, but only of their possiblities.
The Dark Orb And the Light Orb met with the intensity of a star's impression on it's dark void.
Hence forth their were three. Gimini. Queue. Palani.
Time grew short, for the one was created for purpose. Gimini still drained from his conjure,
managed to utter out the exact time of 1000 days. Queue nodded.
Palani born of no mother or father bore a resemblence to man yet his eyes were of every color.
Newly formed and in his infant stage he lived as a regular baby. His phyiscal shell showed no hint of what
powers he had if any. The Three all very drained finally rested.*
*Finally I got my idea for this book* In it's first two paragraphs it has lead my mind into an infinite
chain of possibilties. I'm thinking about writing his entire life till his death. A few thousand pages. Won't be on LJ tho. lol.
The creature lifted from the ground. He was perfect. Perfectly over done.
His creator never imagined the possiblities.
He could be anything, anyone.
He was everything and nothing.
The one created remain confused always.
It was his driving force to figure out the unfigured.
The one created knew the collective thoughts of his master minds.
Two kids. One White. One Black. Both Underdog alcoholics with the potential,
only realized for brief moments, they lived good lives, but always felt shorthanded.
The one would need a name. He was the combination of too much, too impossible to be written about.
Palani Phuong
The Free Man. The Phoenix.
His Beginning.
On this day it was noted that the one would rise from the hands of mortals.
One glowing orb was forged. One dark Orb was crafted from the demons that prey upon his soul.
The kids knew not their powers, but only of their possiblities.
The Dark Orb And the Light Orb met with the intensity of a star's impression on it's dark void.
Hence forth their were three. Gimini. Queue. Palani.
Time grew short, for the one was created for purpose. Gimini still drained from his conjure,
managed to utter out the exact time of 1000 days. Queue nodded.
Palani born of no mother or father bore a resemblence to man yet his eyes were of every color.
Newly formed and in his infant stage he lived as a regular baby. His phyiscal shell showed no hint of what
powers he had if any. The Three all very drained finally rested.*
*Finally I got my idea for this book* In it's first two paragraphs it has lead my mind into an infinite
chain of possibilties. I'm thinking about writing his entire life till his death. A few thousand pages. Won't be on LJ tho. lol.