
Monday, January 24, 2011
Entering Madness
I just woke up, and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I don't seem to be locked in, but I have the over whelming feeling I can't walk out the door. No matter what I try to come up with, I can't escape! Is this a dream or just a nightmare? How long could this last? Will it keep me locked away, until the end of my days? Am I just plain stuck here forever? Almost feeling as if everything around me is closing in, like someones hands, clutched to my throat! It's as if I am expecting someone to open the door for me. How long could I wait, and will it be years? Feeling a rush of the unknown washing over me. Like acid rain, eating into my flesh. Hearing things that could not be true. Is that my own voice? I swear I'm talking to myself, but should I answer? I am not crazy, and I sure you would agree. For my though, this is all a bit crazy! Don't you mock me, I hate that very thought! So just shut your face, and wait for the door to open, like the rest of us!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The old days
I was just pondering the past as I sit and wonder just what my life would be like, if I would have changed this or that. That time you decided to go this way instead of that way, or tried a certain drug instead of walking away. Think back to that moment, that pivotal moment of destiny that spun you in one direction or the other. For me, It was not really something in my control, but it was when my mom left my step father, and to me it was a liberating choice of destiny that was made for me. If that wouldn't of happen, he would of ended up killing me. Well this is just a short one, but until next time.
Writer in Limbo
Writer in Limbo
Monday, January 3, 2011
Changing the World
Sometimes it just makes me sick the stupid crap I see on Television. These talk shows with these kids acting like a fool, like pulling a knife on their own parents and shit like that. I love seeing Steve Wilko's taking them to county jail. It scares the crap out of them and leaves them crying. For the most part it works out and gives each of those families a chance at a better future. I have to send out big PROPS to Steve for doing his part to change the world. Even if it is just his small corner of the world, every little bit helps.Why don't you out there, see what you can do in your little corner of the world. Even if it's just flashing a smile at your neighbor, or helping someone stuck on the ice in the middle of the intersection. Try to do what you can to pay it forward in your corner, something they can't do for themselves. Seriously, let's change this world, this year and make it the best year of ALL OUR LIVES! We are the masters of our own destinies. There is nothing stopping you, but you! Some your corner of the world who you are and ask them to pay it forward with a smile, then walk away. 2011 can be that pivotal year in our life time and just maybe this can spread across this great planet that we all take for granted. It's up to us all! Well until next time, pay it forward.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Vampires
Vampires
Stealing souls through out the night, the creature can smell your hidden fright,
mirrors have no tale of them, they cannot see their lie, in many forms they seek your blood, but mostly they will fly. They come in the night, so their eyes pierce into your mind, and to them all, virgin blood is the greatest find. Nonsense, says the manly men, theres nothing for me to fear, the beating heart and pulsing veins is what they listen to hear. Nothing helping all the weak, but a cross around their neck, without some kind of weapon, they'll throw you to the deck. Only to can kill the hunters, the sun or a stake, and if you miss with both of them, your soul they'll easily take.
A little poetry from me for the new year.
Stealing souls through out the night, the creature can smell your hidden fright,
mirrors have no tale of them, they cannot see their lie, in many forms they seek your blood, but mostly they will fly. They come in the night, so their eyes pierce into your mind, and to them all, virgin blood is the greatest find. Nonsense, says the manly men, theres nothing for me to fear, the beating heart and pulsing veins is what they listen to hear. Nothing helping all the weak, but a cross around their neck, without some kind of weapon, they'll throw you to the deck. Only to can kill the hunters, the sun or a stake, and if you miss with both of them, your soul they'll easily take.
A little poetry from me for the new year.
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