She looks out at the stars. Searching for one particular consolation. Something, she had done many times before, but this is her first time alone. Only a memories of her lost.

Time is a cruel entity fast, slow and other moments painful.

The one she has felt so connected to taken from her by time itself.
Her name is Illusion wife, no widow of Chameleon. Her real name unknown. It would not matter anymore she choose his path and his burden.
He was perfect in her eyes his flaws much like the origin of his power just made him more.

In the consolation she now looks at she remembers him. Times he shared of his childhood his mission and his duty.
His world was much like ours but cruelty and sin are missing. Nationality brought power. Power in it basic form seen on earth as magical. Flight, involuntarily, invisibility and more.
His power was simple the ability to change and the ability to heal. The latter a gift of his twin. Which had died during birth. They were to be the Chosen. A force so great it would change the world. His world no longer needed change. It was peaceful there was no more wars and nature was not against it inhabitancies.
So they sent him to Earth. Where his power could grow and he was needed.

The Choosen are born the same like everyone with one important difference. They gain more abilities every cycle.
Chameleon could change his form at first and heal. That which does not kill him only makes him stronger was the motto of the evil in this world. So in the end every attack was planned to kill.

There was a scientist by the name of Darean Decree who unlocked the secrete of time. Anyone any where he knew their destiny just by contact. Chameleon was an exception. If Decree used his ability on Chameleon he saw ball of darkness like a reverse black hole and felt the tingle of electricity crawling over his skin.
Now his power is not perfect destiny like fate can change.

Decree at first tried the classic in getting rid of your enemies. A poison, strangulation, a nice good old bullet and more. Only to make Chameleon more powerful.
When the cycle occurred the power more fine tuned.

Hummm………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..I hold the period key till something pops in my mind… ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………nope nothing really popping in my mind… ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..what about world peace… ……………………………………………………….wait does the world even have feelings…..should it not be people peace……………….yeah that sound about right… …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….okay that to hard ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..did I just fall asleep?… ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….dang….it happened again…..better look at the time… ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….ooh give back my lo…..oh feel asleep again… shall stay awake by staring at the time…. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..grsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrsgrs

You would figure a page called Asylum would automatically let people have their warning lights turn on.
It is not so…we here appreciate your visits and your inward thoughts about our state of mind. It will not change a thing. This is are home, and we are staying. We never asked you to come here. You just did, it as simple as that so be nice little tourist or get out! We are a group of created
beings. Like myself we have a different way of approaching the same crossroad. Each of us brings something there as an offerings of wisdom or just foolishness. The fact is simple there would be no vision page without us. There would be no more stories without us. You would not be here without us. You have your own asylum. A place where your thought are allowed to interact.
-The Black

Figment of imaginations …something else. Call me…or the others what you wish. Perfectly content on my role in the vastness of it all. Content on yours purpose?
-Decree

I seek only to log the accounts of my learning in this world. My logs are my stages in development, understanding or just what is weighing on my mind.
-Chameleon

I like to push buttons. Button pushing is fun. There is over hundred keys on this board. I could of wrote 100 but it required more to write hundred.
Names are silly…………wait….umm…theres no name for me. Concept thats all. Oh…..called Fuzzy Logic. It easy to figure out when the buttons are pushed by me. There is no name given and it is random. Added that line just ot push more buttons.
- Fuzzy Logic aka FL aka F.L. aka…………

Oh, I like the buttons too. What brings far more pleasure though is the spaces. The dark crevasses between the keys.
The dark matter the stuff that keeps the world from spinning into infinity. You see what you do not see. The words spoken with feeling the concept of time in a bubble. The understand that you are connected to everything and everything is connected to you.
- Dark Logic

We are the remembered and those recalled. The hope the dreams. The lost and the stolen. We are many but we are not Legion. As the pen scratches the paper, we are brought to life. In the form of symbols in the electronic arrays of light before you we speak.

There is something seriously wrong with entertainment in American.

In order for me to say that I am a nice person…I would need to figure out how to do it without lying.
The fact of the matter simply is…I am a bad person…Oh don’t get me wrong…I can be nice at times…but even those times my motives are not fully understood even by myself.

Well, actual they are understood more by me than you would understand. I have done things bad in the past…
Some would be done again…others would never be done again…You simply take the good with the bad…
Everyone takes good and bad for granted…
Like it can be put in differnt boxs according to scale and given out on certian days as a present.

So here is a present for you from me…My bad side can kick your good side arsh…Yes, you read me right…
It quite simply a biblical fact. Your good side can’t be phyical, it has no way of fighting back my bad side. So if I ever do anything bad to you…(bad in terms of what the simple minded humans call bad)… and you like it…Hey I might even do again someday…

-Decree

Hunter use to freeze a block of ice made of blood and razors to kill wolves that were killing their livestock.
A wolf smell the blood in the ice and seek it out. Finding it they would begin to lick it.
After sometime they would come to a razor frozen in the block.
Not noticing the razors from the numbing of their tongues they would continue to lick the block of ice.
Soon tasting warm blood, making them lick even more in a frenzy for the warm blood.
After some time they would die from licking too much of their own blood from the block of frozen ice and die.

Wonder if that is us in some way, are primal way of getting things when they become just right and the taste we seek we lose focus and go for it even more even though it is so wrong for us …I just wonder allot sometimes.

Sometimes, I wonder why I know such stories. Where I heard them from and why them make me who am and aware of what I am capable of doing.

Track A…
Can you hear it?
Touch right here.
Can you feel that?
Its getting stronger.
My heart is not the only thing that whispers.

Track B…(the flip side)
You can’t see me, but you can hear me.
Are you afraid to come closer?

Twenty four hours in a given day, twenty four spent in endless thought.
Rest I surly will someday, in His time is the best.
A worm is to butterfly, as a baby is to God.
Was Jesus a bastard child too?
Did he too feel he did not belong?
Did he only find rest when he called to his father?
With three words spoken, he put the word to a test.
I talk to my father, but his talked backed.
How hard could it be to grow up with your father?
Knowing what you say is not the words of a lunatic, living only to your thirty.
“He who has no sins cast the first rock” why didn’t  you throw a rock?
The church is your family; my church is a stranger to me.
Were you a bastard child? You could not be your father never let you be alone.
A father who you are much like, so you too know everything will be alright.
I speak to the same father as you, but I never hear him speak.
Striving to be like him, will that make me like him in death?