My views on reality… intro to the paranormal.
By Cody Lewis
Copyright 2012 Cody Lewis
Smashwords Edition
This is not a poem, nor a story… it is one testimate on how I view reality. I believe as all artistic people do, that my life is canvas and weather I chose to create an abstract view of my life... Taking the small things and tweaking them just enough to make the reality of my life seem odd and strange or I could make the ultimate realism portrait of myself… meaning that I never lie, accepting things as they happen and dealing with reality. But I am not Jesus Christ I cannot be a realist, being truthful and honest about everything, because it is in human nature to lie to one another. But to say that creativity is a lie is like saying everyone of my poems is fake… while indeed they are not fake… the subject content is not wholly possible as well.
My life is one of the canvases where one of the famed intellectual minds of this earth may sit and ponder at my mystique. My ethics unclear, my intentions are very clear, yet my emotions are like a veritable forest for any human being to get lost in. may my emotions be compared to a hallway where one goes in one door then come out another, then the walk in that same door again and arrive in a completely different hallway. Intricacy is sometimes so much for the mind to digest that it sends the ones who can’t unmask its extremely technical façade into a deeply unbearable fit of psychosis… for my mind being as intricate as it is, I must be either one of two remarkable things the exception to that thing… or psychotic but psychotic in the right ways.
For this album, I believe I had to unscramble a bit of my psychological puzzle. To open up my senses, feelings and an unfathomable amount of my mind. I had to become used to a way of living that would not be seen as normal to society. The normality factor was thrown out my window. I did not speak to the dead… but in parts of my experience isolation, alienation and misery… I felt dead, I felt evil, I felt like I needed an exorcism in my intricate, mysterious and beautiful canvas… but black ruins paintings so I wrote about them and decided to not stain my picture with ink.