Babel and Berin

2009-05-14T05:47:00.001-07:00

"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best freind.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
-Groucho Marx

2009-05-05T07:35:00.000-07:00

Well, here it is. I've now been running this blog for one month. I'll just use this as a chance to advertise to those of you readers who live close enough to attend it...
Godspell
Saturday, May 16, 7:30 PM
St. Clare's of Assisi Ann Arbor, (on packard road, shares space with Temple Beth Emeth)
It will be awesome!

Peace!

2009-04-30T12:20:00.000-07:00

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Ooh, this didn't work out too great with the blog. Oh well...

socratian famine...?

2009-04-27T06:08:00.000-07:00

Socrates.
Ha.
Ha ha.
HAHAHAH!
Someone just called me Socrates.
hah.
Hah.
HahHahHa.
Oh, and BTW, I do not suggest thirty hour famine.

Building Babel

2009-04-20T16:47:00.001-07:00

Wow, I'm finaly posting this. This kicked off the whole darn thing.

Towers rise above.
Towers of learning.
Reach the heights of your gods.
Speak the language, teach the turning.
Babel built, complete.
Never loose your speech.

I build a tower yet to be.
Raise the cry of a century.
Build and write your destiny!
Power always speaks to me.

Cruel beings yet above.
They call themselves God,
But man has reached their level.
They fall, fall for the falsehood that they made.
Returning to the clay.

I build a tower yet to be.
Raise the cry of a century.
Build and write your destiny!
Power always speaks to me.

Babel rises, high above the clouds.
No gods will stop us,
All, our minds allow.
But Babel falls.
The hand of man levels his work.
Fear not your gods, but yourselves.

But still we build, raising towers high above.
Learning what once we lost.
Reaching heights with the help of the gods we found.
In clay upon the ground.
Reclaiming our language, reacting the turning,
Ending the fire, ending the burning.
Babel returns again.
One day it won't end.

I build a tower yet to be.
Raise the cry of a century.
Build and write your destiny!
Learning always speaks to me.

Reign of anger

2009-04-20T10:05:00.001-07:00

Anger divides, anger descends,
Anger arrives among my friends.
Burning, rising, burning on.
Anger never ends.

Anger is humanity
Anger fury burning bright.
Anger raised by day, and calmed by endless night.

Anger divides, anger descends,
Anger arrives among my friends.
Burning, rising, burning on.
Anger never ends.

Fury and wrath, clouds on my path.
Walking through a desert where the daylight never ends.
Anger burns, anger, my friend.
Coating blood across my hands.

Anger divides, anger descends,
Anger arrives among my friends.
Burning, rising, burning on.
Anger never ends.

A mushroom cloud that rises above the earth,
Anger's cruel attempt at mirth.

Late post

2009-04-16T08:59:00.000-07:00

Oops, I completely forgot to post yesterday.
Sorry, guys.
Here, a couple of poems, one older, one I'm writing as we speak.

I've been hiding in my dreams for about a year now,
The dreams, unaided, rise inside of me.
If night the truth and lies alike allow,
I'll turn, and finally I'll see.

Is truth so hard to find?
The lies are all I see?
Torch inside the darkness,
Allow me to believe.

Face me.
Closer to the truth.
Face me.
Farther from the nightmares.
Face me.
For in your face remains my last hook on reality.

One day I took a match,
Lit it to the book that holds my sanity.
But now I see,
Books don't burn so easily.
Rewrite, not burn, reality.
Rising for the man I want to be.

Face me.
Closer to the truth.
Face me.
Farther from the nightmares.
Face me.
For in your face remains my last hook on reality.

I'm carving into the block that holds the lies.
But the knife is wood and the block is steel.
Cut the block with hands of anger.
Finding what is real.

Face me.
Closer to the truth.
Face me.
Protect you from the nightmares.
For in your face remains my last hook on reality.

Truth.
A harsh reality.
Maybe I don't want to see.
Dark, the face of cruelty.
Cruelty unwitting, undoing, pushing me down, down into the darkness.
Falling into the dark pits of anger and fury.
It's
Not
Them
It's
Me.
But sometimes that's hard to see.

Hard to put aside, harder to observe.
And still I watch and burn.
Burning with my own faults,
not theirs.
So maybe my faults are pushed
by their actions.
But I won't dictate myself to fix others,
why should they?
It's
Not
Them
It's
Me.
Almost impossible to see.

So
Anger
Rises
Inside.
Push
it
down
and
leave
it.
Pour
It
Onto
a
page.

Why is love a weapon?

Another lazy post..

2009-04-14T15:34:00.000-07:00

Wow. A day down the drain. Break is getting boring.
Oh well, I'll just show you how I wasted time!

More can be found on Bricks3D.com.
Enjoy.

Day after easter easter post....

2009-04-13T14:18:00.001-07:00

Meaning it's my actual easter post I didn't have time to post yesterday.
This is going to be a POINTLESS post!
Yay!
These clones look a little confused by what Senator Binks has found, so I'll explain for them.
Its a BUNNY!! boing boing! made of lego, of course.
The bunny on its own is on the top.
The origin of the bunny symbol is involved in the "new life" idea around Easter. And since bunnys breed insanely fast, and around this time of year, they got thrown in. The egg is similar, obviously.
Happy easter everyone!

Easter

2009-04-12T15:14:00.000-07:00

I don't have much time, so this will be short, but happy easter everyone.
It's a ridiculous holiday, but have a good one anyway.

Saturday post- For the Darkness

2009-04-11T10:13:00.001-07:00

As it's saturday, and I'm tired, I'm just going to put in one of my poems, For the Darkness.

I stand in darkness.
I'm falling into shadows.
Falling from the darkness, falling into darkness...
The darkness claims us all.
Is life so empty that we see
Nothing but endless shadowed seas?
So now I say, once and for all.
Hail the darkness and death's shadowed halls.

We burn.
Burn for the darkness.
We burn.
Casting our light.
One day we will not burn,
But not tonight.

On and on, the road before me.
The road that never ends.
I breathe in the smell of copper.
Blood on my hands.
Falling for the light.
Enter the fire to save the night.
So I say, once and for all,
We are the darkness.
We are death's halls.

We burn.
Burn for the darkness.
We burn.
Casting our light.
One day we will not burn,
But not tonight.

What do I live for?
What do I defend?
Will I still burn while the world's at an end?
For the light will burn us with fire,
But the night still hides our eyes in shadows.
Dwellers in darkness, fleeing from the light.
Hail to the darkness and hail to the night.

And so we burn.
Burn for the darkness.
Burn for the truth.
Burn for the night.
Burn for the night.

Black Friday and Mosque

2009-04-10T11:54:00.000-07:00

Here it is, Post #2.
I got a lot to talk about...
First off, black friday. When the christians celebrate Jesus's death. It is black friday, so I mention it. I was dragged by parents to the christian church to view their ceremonies, as usual.
'Nough said on that.
Second.
I went to a mosque today. It was amazing. There's a lot more power in the Muslim prayers then in the christian ceremonies. The staff was helpful, and gave me lots of stuff to read. Islam makes me wonder if perhaps God is not evil, after all.
Hm.
Alright, that's all for now. Till next post- Lucien Aaron Pyrus

Berin and Babel- Begining

2009-04-09T13:46:00.000-07:00

Hello all.
Welcome to this, the blog of Lucien A. Pyrus and the DBR. First, I will explain the title, starting by explaining the two aspects, then explaining the connection. Here goes...
Babel is a reference to the Judaic scriptures, to this passage:
Genesis 11
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The Tower of Babel
11Now the whole earth had one language and the same words. 2And as they migrated from the east,* they came upon a plain in the land of Shinar and settled there. 3And they said to one another, ‘Come, let us make bricks, and burn them thoroughly.’ And they had brick for stone, and bitumen for mortar. 4Then they said, ‘Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.’ 5The Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which mortals had built. 6And the Lord said, ‘Look, they are one people, and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. 7Come, let us go down, and confuse their language there, so that they will not understand one another’s speech.’ 8So the Lord scattered them abroad from there over the face of all the earth, and they left off building the city. 9Therefore it was called Babel, because there the Lord confused* the language of all the earth; and from there the Lord scattered them abroad over the face of all the earth.

According to these scriptures, it is an evil thing. However, I believe that Babel is what we should strive to. If we can reach god, we should. We probably can't, in which case, we should reach as high as possible. Why not overdo it?

Then Berin. That's not a reference you'll get. It's a reference to my writing, a pillar high above the dwellings of humanity, where False God and Archangels dwell. And it is an evil place, I believe. False God's way of setting himself apart, and keeping us on the ground. I have yet to decide, however.

In a utopia, we would build Babel to the heights of Berin.

I am not sure whether "False God" is the only "god", or whether he is a lesser god/demon/angel/whatever.

So are you understanding the meaning?