poems and thoughts

2014-02-22T17:39:00.001-08:00

that something is rare has guided our societies beliefs on that items value. If something is rare, then it must be treasured and protected. But what if it's rare to find a plant?

A plant cannot grow in the dark. It cannot be protected from the elements. And in all honesty, when you break a plant, it doesn't stop growing. It becomes stronger. If in fact what is rare should not be kept, but should be shared, then shall we change the way we endeavor to protect it?

What is truly rare in our world? Kindness is rare. Truly caring is uncommon. Love? Shouldn't we fight for these beliefs? There is nothing more rare than action for good. Action for selfishness is inherent.

Let us blossom these treasures; seeded in our hearts and minds, and spread through our actions. Smile, even at a stranger. Forget your petty wants. Unearth through your own desperation and radiate in the sun while soothing the heat for others. Bloom, spread out, grow stronger.

We are condemned to live in a moment of time that is covered in blood.

2013-10-15T16:02:00.001-07:00

Just because you are not at war, does not mean that the world is not. People are dying right now. Villages are being wiped out; genocide is occurring. Can you not feel empathy for your human sisters and brothers? I am done crying. I'm fixing it. I'm doing it by myself. I'm not asking for your help, but if you get in my way, then may the old gods save you, because the new ones will not.

2012-08-26T12:58:00.000-07:00

bombard them with physical stimuluses and you can control what they think.

2012-08-25T22:09:00.001-07:00

human beings will not live forever, but their actions can echo for eternity.

2012-08-25T22:04:00.003-07:00

human beings will not live forever, but their actions can echo for eternity.

Unifying theory of everything in a nutshell

2012-07-14T08:19:00.001-07:00

The paradox of duality can be comprehended when you understand the fact that infinitely fast and perfectly still are the same thing. With this comprehension, the action of generating something from nothing is not only plausible, but inescapable. That is where our universe comes from.

Something in its purest form is a single point of one dimensional energy. This is what is produced in duality with Nothing. But the problem with a "point" is that it is infinitely small. However, since the single point is all that exists outside of Nothing, it can also be defined to be infinitely large.

Now an infinitely small/infinitely large one dimensional point would still just appear to be a tiny invisible dot, in our three dimensional universe, but lucky for us, it doesn't stay that way.

Because the single point of energy posesses characteristics of being infinitely small as well as infinitely large, it can never be pinned down to one location and ends up with the property of existing is EVERY location. Which in one dimension isn't a very big deal, because you can't go up or down or turn, you can only go in the one direction of the one dimension that you have, forward.

This forward motion is our universes first conversion of potential energy into mechanical, and it is caused by the opposing forces of infinitely large and infinitely small, similar to the way an alternator converts magnatism into electricity (this means that, in theory, our universe is a massive perpetual energy device, powered by the fact that its counterpart, Nothingness, is unlimited).

When imagined physically, a single point expanding along one dimension would look like a string growing ever longer. This first dimension continues to expand at maximum(infinite) speed and is the energy source that is responsible for the creation of all matter. Defined in a single word: one dimensional energy is- Time.

Time proceeds in one direction, but through the lovely dualities of infinity, it actually proceeds forward in EVERY direction, because a one dimensional point doesn't know which way it is facing and it is defined as being in every location possible, which in one dimension, really only means that it is facing every direction possible.. This creates the second dimension. A plane, rather than a string.

Now a Plane carries over many of the same characteristics of its father Point. It is infinitely large and infinitely small. Every expanding and contracting, and it receives an unlimitled supply of energy from Nothingness, as it is converted into 1d and then 2d.

But a Plane isn't complex enough to create life, it could only expand its energy in two directions forward/backward and side to side. A Plane can never produce complex life, because its energy is flat and uniform.

But lucky for us, it doesn't stay that way. Something changes it, shapes the energy into forms and rearranges them into complex self replicating systems.

And that something is still the very same expanding and contracting infinite energy, stemming from the duality of nothing.

Now that we have two dimensions, the early universe can be visualized as a flat map filled with rings, rather than just one straight line. These rings expand infinitely and end up brushing against each other.

Now the same thing happens to pure energy as happens to two ripple rings in the water when they brush against each other. Where they encounter directly, the opposing forces of energy will cancel each other out, but along the edges, where the ripples aren't clashing directly into each other, the expanding rings touch each other at an angle and end up creating small swirling whirlpools that quickly dissolve.

However, the open universe, the swirling motion does not dissolve, because there are no opposing forces working against it.

Swirling expanding energy is thus naturally created, and it is very different from statically expanding energy is one way.

A swirl creates a whirlpool effect, where as a static expansion does not. This is due to the IMPERFECTION of the swirl which was caused when the two rings collided. The imperfect swirl ends up breaking off of the uniform two dimensional plane because the swirling motion creates a new "center" for its existence. This is technically the first time any energy has had a "location" since before it was at all locations.

Because it does not fit uniformly to the 2d grid, the swirling energy is pushed by the expanding uniform 2d energy and because it does not push back uniformly, it is twisted up and down into the third dimension.

Now what's interesing about the third dimension is that it doesn't just expand and shrink infinitely, like the first two do. Nope.

The up/down energy is emitted in a swirling twist, by the aforementioned forces. However, at this point in the universe, there is no other force to straighten the twist back out. And so, the energy swirls outward from its central point in a twist, but because of that twist, it actually circles back into itself and feeds its energy back into its central point, creating a SPHERE. Now the universe is starting to look like its supposed to.

The swirling spheres aren't perfect, otherwise they wouldn't swirl, and so they lose some energy in their twisting loops. The energy is pulled off into other similar swirling spheres and resupplies them in turn for the energy they've lost, like a circle of life.

But what's even cooler about these spheres is that since they push outward as well as pull inward, an event horizon is created, where if two speheres are far away from each other, they will push apart and remain seperate, but if they get close enough(due to the force of excess directional energy, they will be pulled together. These spherical swirls of energy now possess an event horizon that defines them as mass and have forces generating them that are responsible for every energy type we encounter in the known universe. For lack of a better term, these are Atoms.

From there, you know the basic physics, which are currently flawed, but can be corrected through thorough understanding of where the universe came from.

The main componant missing is that the amount of motion energy needed to cross a swirls event horizon is inversly proportional to the size of the swirl, which is why atoms stack, instead of melding into each other, except in the case of very high speeds or pressures. It also explains the apparent divide in why planets do not interact with each other the way atoms do, even at proportional distances. Its because their huge mass gives them exponentially greater amounts of potential energy at lower speeds.

yay

2012-04-03T08:39:00.000-07:00

got my first smart phone. we'll see how this works out.

Got Tagged

2012-03-18T16:30:00.000-07:00

So Mister Anthrope happenedly tagged on me, decided to tag me. It's a chore to play he game, I'll answer the questions because I'm bored and vain.

And I just lost. Now let us begin

1. What part of the country/world are you from and do you like its weather?
~I'm from the NW of the continental US and my feelings towards the weather are up in the air.~

2. If you could spend a week anywhere on Earth, where would you go?
~Space camp, so I could get off it.~

3. What's your favorite film- why?
~Kodak, it's a classic.~

4. Which celebrity/athlete/world leader would you like to meet (first name that pops in your head!)?
~Kim Kardasian to make a sex tape wirth.~

5) Monster truck or Mini Cooper?
~Are we playing chicken or going mudding? Oh wait. Monster Truck.~

6) What was your worst subject in school?
~Now that I think about it... I never once struggled. US history was a little bit hard to care about because... let's face it, there are wars that have lasted longer than our country.~

7) If you could transform your favorite hobby/pastime into a career, you'd be a professional what?
~I wouldn't be a professional, I'd have found a way to sell relaxing on a beach.~

8) You wake up tomorrow and discover you've suddenly become a pro wrestler...what's your theme
song/entrance music going to be?
~I got distracted on this question by going through my music and then I heard a really good song and hadn't broken my guitar out forever, bt I only played for a little bit cuz I spent forever tuning it. Then I was hungry but there were no clean dishes so I washed all the dishes and cleaned the whole kitchen and then came back here and remembered I wasn't done with this post, but now I'm still hungry because I never ended up getting anything to eat. But my intro would be Contra by the Schoolyard Heroes.~

9) Opinions on nationalism?
~As much money as it would cost to end world hunger for a YEAR is spent by the world on military expenses every WEEK. Could we just have like a "peace week" once a year to get rid of this whole starving babies thing?~
(^that's a little abstract, but basically I'm saying pride in your nation is pointless because it only leads to conflict. And where you are born is random.)

10) How do you kill time whenever there's a power outage?
~Go or stay outside.~

11) Jesus VS Darth Vader...who wins the battle of the midi-chlorians?!
~Chuck Norris.~

And now I have a question for you, whoever ma read this.

Why do you blog?

2012-03-01T06:26:00.000-08:00

I had a dream last night that I was sitting in dirt and grass with my back against a fence and yelling into the night sky. It felt good to yell and scream even louder, so I kept going and soon, yelling wasn't enough and I was howling up at the moon. I was trying to get somewhere, to hit a certain pitch or raise a certain decibel, but I couldn't get to it. It was like my voice was being squelched and something was holding me back. I knew I was capable of being louder, but at the moment, it seemed impossible despite everything I tried.

I woke up and wanted to remember the dream, but it quickly slipped away. But just now, a few hours later, I began to howl and I don't know why, but the dream just came back.

What I do know why, is why I cannot howl as loud as I want.
Because when I am awake, I am not alone by myself in a field. When I am awake I am in society and cultural expectations. I've heard that true freedom is a state of mind... but I just can't wait to run through the forest and howl and be free.

better things to do

2012-02-21T23:30:00.000-08:00

When we squeeze tight our eyes,
and scream into black skies,
do the gods hear our cries,
do they care for our lives?

Or do they just wish,
to dispel the myth,
that all our petty problems,
are all they have to deal with.

The irony of the title is meant for the poem, not for my lack of posting~ :] I haven't been on much lately. What can I say? I'm getting reacquainted with life.

I still love you all and will probably be on more often as things start to fall back into routine.

<3

being home

2012-01-30T21:39:00.000-08:00

Being home is nice.
doing whatever I like.
Seeing home trends,
Meeting old friends,
Things seem like they'll be alright.

So yeah

2011-11-02T16:44:00.000-07:00

If I could edit all my memories,
I'd delete all of my friends,
And keep all of my enemies.

And on that note~

It seems that I cannot comment on anyone's pages =/ I've been trying for about a month now, getting on at different times and whatnot. So sorry if it seems that I am not very generous when we make blog love. There are a few people that I'd like to say hi to though. People whose blogs I've repeatedly failed at commenting on~

Mr Anthropy, thank you for your support and comments :] I can't listen to the songs you've recently posted, but you look cool in your picture. Happy Halloween!

AllenTesch, your blog always makes me chuckle. Congrats on your small screen debut. You are a six letter word for Unrelated.

Mr. Pope, I really enjoy your blog and I think you are completely awesome. Your posts make me laugh every time.

Melanie, I enjoy your posts, though it makes me sad that I cannot try any recipies until I get home :( Mostly, you just make me hungry for good food.

Jessica, Where the hell did you go? Your blog always makes me think. I hate you for getting more comments than me even when you haven't posted for a month~

ComeatmeBro, I enjoy your tech news. There's been a few things I've wanted to comment on, and it makes me pull my hair out that I can't! marblecake

SubRadarMike, I like your style and thanks for all the fun tunes to listen to :]

It's not that I don't read your blogs, it's just that I can't comment =/ Honestly, reading your blogs is one of the few things I ever get to do for entertainment out here and it makes me feel a little more connected to the outside world. I hope you all keep it up, and thanks for all your support :)

2011-10-06T14:55:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there were scribbles on a page.
And those scribbles grew, and Grew, and GREW, until they became words.
And it might sound absurd, but those words became rhymes.
And as the rhymes began to make sense, their lines became statements.
And the state of their mentality was to take logical fallacies and make their abnormalities just stop and go away.
I'm not going to say, that all I do is rite.
But writing wrongs and righting songs is how I choose to fight.

Allow me to introduce myself

2011-09-14T15:53:00.000-07:00

For the most part, I've kept this blog free of information about my personal life. It's not that I'm paranoid, it's that I'm not really allowed to go into too much detail about what I do on a daily basis. But there are some vague tidbits I can share.

First of all, I've mentioned several times that my internet situation at the moment is somewhat tenuous. This is because I am currently onboard an aircraft carrier and sailing around the mediterranean. I am enlisted in the US Navy and am enduring a 7 month cruise, supporting flight ops so that our pilots can drop ordinance on some jihaddin motherfckers.

This is my second cruise since I enlisted over 3 years ago. I'll be getting out of the Navy in 8 months, and frankly, I can't wait to be a civillian again. The Navy has done a lot of good for me. It's gained me world experience, some free college classes, helped me save money, and will be paying for my school when I get out. Over this cruise and the last, I've visited Brazil, Peru, England, Spain, Italy, Dubai, and the United Arab Empire. I was onboard the Carl Vinson, which was the first responder to the earthquake in Haiti crisis. On this cruise, I've taken a psychology class, an english class, and will be starting English Comp 2 soon.

But enough about work. I'm 23 years old. Like dogs, but love cats. I like to write and draw. I like video games and movies. I'm learning to play the guitar. And my first life's goal will be to ensure Humans colonize another planet so that the existence of our species is not at the mercy of a rogue asteroid. My second life's goal will be to live forever, and my third life's goal will be to transcend time... but I'm taking things one at a time~

Sorry if you're one of the people whom I never seem to comment back to, there are a few of you whose comment boxes simply will not work for me =/ However, this cruise is over halfway done, and in a few months, I'll be far more active on my blogging.

I hope you've found this interesting. I can't really tell you too much more about what I do. If I did, I wouldn't have to kill you, but I'd probably get my internet priviledges revoked~

Much love,
clique

Fel's Song

2011-08-29T09:50:00.000-07:00

I will not forget your song,
Stay with me til I am gone,
Burning now with your desire,
I will catch onto your fire.

Please don't leave this world to me,
Light the path so I can see,
In the darkness you are there,
Answering my silent prayer.

When the morning light doth come,
You will see your song is sung,
I will not let your sun set,
New day borne with no regret.

Love taps

2011-08-26T09:36:00.000-07:00

When love taps on your door, knock knock, who's there to answer it. Not not the ghost of a smile that flickered across my face. A calling card is left in my place, like an ace in the hole and your whole world is left spinning in a glass case. You could travel to the ends of the earth and still never find a witch clever enough to lift this curse. The looping verse repeats like a broken stereo, providing theme music for the cat that's chasing his own tail. And the tell tale glimmers of hope are just fool's gold dangling like karats on a rope.

I snapped the binds you tied me down with, and rolled off that track before the train hit. I escaped with my wits in tact, in fact, more than that. I gained some some wisdom and grew up fast. The empty flask is all that remains of the drinking game we played called drunk off love. We swayed together, struggling to find our feet, but I fell for it, if only because I refused to back down and would never retreat. So speak softly when you say my name, as reverently as a prayer for the clinically insane. These finicky, inane, pretty words that I'm saying are picked out like flowers to place on your grave. They're powerless to save themselves from having their petals plucked off, one at a time, and dropped on this page, like rhyme after rhyme. Watch me turn a blind eye to the pain you have caused. You cannot hurt me; I've dusted you off.

Screwtape's Welcoming

2011-08-26T09:22:00.000-07:00

Letchers and Wretches! Mongrels and Madmen! Cowards and cruel Cunt Whores! Offer me your ears. Relinquish your senses and allow my vile sinistry to pervade your thoughts and minds.

For your next lifetime, your free will will be forfiet. You will surrender your humanity. you have been condemned to catastrophe. Any Gods you may have worshipped have forsaken you. Your entire soul will be enslaved.

You will forget who you are. You will forget who you were. You will forget all thoughts of the future. All of your dreams shall be twisted into tragedies. All of your desires shall become depravities. The remaining scraps of your potential shall be a feast for our Cerberi to devour. We will take all your pitiful pleasures and churn them into unbearable pain.

Agony awaits you. your tattered bodies shall be hacked to pieces and divided as personal trophies to Infernal Fiends. Your eyes will be ground into your skulls. Your ears will be chiseled into points. And your limbs will become so mangled that the thoughts of moving will register only as miserable convulsions. Your chest shall be smashed inward and then ripped outward, exposing your heart and lungs to be left for festering decripation until they shrivel away into dry husks and crack apart, collapsing into dust.

All that will remain of you is a soulless, baren, cavernous tomb. And from this tomb, we shall resurect your body into a fortress of suffering. A wailing blight. A malovent Demon. Welcome Companions! Welcome to Hell!

What's beef

2011-08-12T01:58:00.000-07:00

Not my best work, but listening to big papa puts me in a venting mood~

You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve been through,

Even if I give it to you straight uncut, you’ll still think critical,

You’ll still think I’m making it up,

You’ll still think I never sold drugs,

You still can’t picture such a pretty face pulling a gun on a junkie,

You still won’t understand what it felt like to have nothing,

I could tell you about the first time I stole my brother’s nine milli,

Because my ex best friend was saying that she was going to kill me,

I could show you my three favorite knives and tell you where they still are,

One in my purse, one under my pillow, and one in my car,

I stole a machete once from walmart that I had to throw away,

It got blood on it, swinging wide to keep five guys at bay,

I should tell you how much I hate all the drama, for real, not fake,

Cuz they just can't relate. They don't even know what’s beef,

Beef is when a gang runs up into your house but you were already waiting in the street,

Beef is when you drive over the lawn and smash your car into the side of their jeep,

Beef is when you move out before you’re eighteen because you don’t want your life to affect your family,

Beef is pulling a trigger just to make a point,

Beef is punks trying to snatch your figures while you were passing them the joint,

Beef is something that you don’t want but refuse to run away from,

Beef aint some dumbshit snotty bitches making fun of where you got your hair done,

I don’t miss it, but sometime I wish that I could go back,

Go back to not giving a fuck and cooking up some crack,

Go back to choking bitches out in public,

Go back to lighting houses on fire, to show you that I’m not somebody you fuck with,

Go back to stealing cars out of the mall parking lot,

Before they even got reported, I’d be dropping them off at the chop shop,

I don’t mention it because I know everybody’s got their problems,

But if these bitches keep on pushing me, I swear to god I’ll rob them,

I swear to god I’ll do it,

I swear to god I’ll prove it,

I swear to god I’m not the one to screw with,

Because believe it or not, I’ve still got a glock that I’ve buried in the ground and covered up with a rock,

So believe what you want because I don’t like to flaunt the fact that I’ve seen too many homies get shot,

You’ll believe what you will, but believe I will kill on a deal for a meal,

I may seem like I’m well adjusted,

I may seem like I can be trusted,

Trust me, I can come off as smart, pretty, polite,

But get buck with me and you’ll see how I fight,

I am not nice,

It’s all an act,

I’m cold as ice,

My eyes are black,

I think I’m becoming more normal,

But it’s not happening fast,

I live like I’m at a gangster Formal,

Deadly with a touch of class.

Learned Love

2011-08-12T01:53:00.000-07:00

This is an essay I wrote for my english class. You don't have to read it, but I want to back it up online. Plus, it's an example of my dazzling ability to cite my works, which is good because several writing gigs will check blogs~

Throughout history, there has never been a greater question than the consideration of: What is love? There have been songs, sonnets, poems, stories, shows, queries, arguments and even wars about it. But has anyone ever taken a step back and looked at it scientifically? My proposal is that “Love,” with all of its intricacies, beauties, and complications, is merely an evolutionary trait that has been crucially influential to our species rise to the top of the food chain. More specifically, love is the desire to gain and maintain support from another person or community. This trait has been the keystone to the cohesion of our society.

Without being able to depend on each other, human beings would never have been able to rise above the status of communitive animals. Though there are many psychological theories of love, traits such as friendship, compassion, respect, and dependence are common aspects (Cherry). These characteristics allow us to support each other and build a stable society where members are allowed to pursue their own lives and individual desires, while at the same time, working together for the good of the whole community. Supporting each other in this way allows entire societies to build upon themselves.

According to a study done by anthropologists William Jankowiak and Edward Fischer, romantic love occurs in 147 out of the 166 cultures that they studied (Gray). This shows that love is a common aspect of most communities. What is love? Webster’s Dictionary says that love is a “strong affection for another person, esp. of the opposite sex” (Morehead, 430). Meanwhile, urbandictionary.com’s highest rated definition says that love is “nature’s way of tricking people into reproducing” (Anonymous). So it seems that there is some debate on the matter. My theory, that love is the desire for support, is based off of what can be observed in everyday life. Children naturally love their parents because parents offer massive support in the means of sustenance, protection, and guidance. Parents love their children, whose support is sometimes not as obvious. Children support their parents in the way of offering dreams and fantasies of what they can and want to accomplish. These mental imaginings offer hope for the future and motivate parents to do the best they can to guide their young into happy and successful roles in society, thus giving the mother and father a sense of worth and accomplishment.

Although very real, this type of love, or support, is different than what most people would call romantic love. Romantic love is where babies come from. Two individuals come together and consummate their emotions in the most intimately physical way. When a person finds a partner with whom they deem suitable for mating, their heartbeat will quicken so they can take more action, their pupils will dilate so they can see more light, and euphoria will envelope their mind so that everything in life seems pleasurable (CTC, Gen. Psych, Vol. 1, 314). These are the natural responses of sexual attraction. But in order to be sexually attracted, the possibility of support must exist. Females typically look for tall strong males, while males generally seek out women with wide hips and large breasts. The sense of support is quite obvious in this case. A physically powerful male will be able to support his woman with protection and his natural ability to provide food. A female of good child-bearing proportions will be able to support a man with many children to carry on his genes.

Unfortunately, males and females don’t always see eye to eye as to who is suitable for whom. What of unrequited love? Is it real, or just a counterproductive obsession? Well if you look at love as support, you will find that it is both. When a person desires a particular mate, they begin to imagine situations involving that individual. They might dream of engaging in sex or fantasize even more deeply about marriage and having a family. These imaginings become the driving force behind their actions, and though their feelings may not be returned, the motivation is every bit as real as any other sort of love. Sadly, over time, these sorts of situations can lead to delusion, or even worse, disillusion. Unrequited love can support an individual’s psyche temporarily, but unless they return to reality, they will always be chasing a dream.

The true dream is when two individuals come together harmoniously and passionately. If they both desire each other and become intimate, they will share a feeling of closeness (CTC, Gen. Psych, Vol. 2, 610). This closeness leads to shared dreams, which is support that can become tangible in the physical world. They may get married, have children, and do the normal productive things that families tend to do in their community. If you’ll forgive the generalized gender roles; a husband/father will work harder in order to support his family and wife with their physical needs and a wife/mother will become wiser and kinder, in order to support her children and husband with mental and emotional guidance. These traits of well-functioning families would be passed on to their children, and eventually, the supportive evolutionary trait of love would be encoded into our D.N.A. More destructive families, that are not predispositioned to love, would find it harder to survive in a non-supportive environment, and eventually die out.

I’m not saying that every household is perfect. Love is a hard thing to hold onto. I’m saying that over thousands of generations, the entire human species has developed the capacity to love, i.e. to support one another. So how come love can seem so hard?

Have you ever heard the common expression that you can’t love someone if you don’t love yourself? This expression is true. From my personal experience, I have found that love is unnecessary to get by. More than once, I have been cut off from everybody that loves me and everybody that supports me. As sailors aboard the USS George H. W. Bush, we all have felt the strain of separation from our loved ones. Some lose their minds and cannot deal with it, but the majority of us find ways to cope. During these especially strenuous and challenging moments, we may feel isolated and alone, like a single candle’s flame. We may feel as though there is nobody in the entire world that can lend a helping hand. But in that darkness, we find a light in ourselves. We learn that true support does not come from a fantasy or another person. True support comes from our own two legs, and with those legs we can continue to walk. We can run. And we can fly. In learning to support ourselves, we learn to love ourselves. And when we love ourselves, we can truly love others.

Allow me to restate that common expression with support substituted for love. You cannot support somebody, if you cannot support yourself. The expression is still true. True love can help build your community, it can create a family, and it can even endure if unrequited. But if you cannot truly support yourself, you cannot truly give love to another.

Works Cited

Anonymous. “Love.” Urban Dictionary: love. Urban Dictionary, Apr. 7, 2003. Web.

Aug. 7, 2011.

Central Texas College. General Psychology, Vol. 1. N.c.: The McGraw-Hill Companies,

Inc., 2011. Print.

---. General Psychology, Vol. 2. N.c.: The McGraw-Hill Companies,

Inc., 2011. Print.

Cherry, Kendra. “Theories of Love.” Major Theories of Love. About.com, n.d.

Web. Aug. 7, 2011.

Gray, Paul, Hannah Bloch, and Sally B. Donnely. “What is LOVE?” Time. Time inc.,

Feb. 15, 1993. Web. Aug. 7, 2011

Morehead, Albert and Loy Morehead, eds. The New American Webster Handy College

Dictionary. New York: New American Library, 2006. Print

Free Bird

2011-08-04T01:39:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Stray Dog. Stray Dog had no family and no friends. But Stray Dog owned the city. Wherever Stray Dog wanted to go, he would go. And whatever Stray Dog wanted to have, he would take.

This kind of lifestyle led Stray Dog into many fights. And those fights left him with many scars. But soon, after biting and fighting so many times, the beasts of the city jungle learned to leave Stray Dog alone. And alone is what he thought he wanted.

One day, while sitting on top of a building, Stray Dog watched a new flock fly into his city. He watched them from above while they gathered their things and made a nest. Among this new flock was a girl named Free Bird.

Free Bird had a family, but couldn't find a home. Every time she thought she could settle down, her family would leave and she would have to leave with them. Her family would leave because the things they did were unnacceptable, and whenever they were discovered, they were forced to run. Free Bird did not choose to do the thingts her flock did, but with no home, she had no choice but to stay with them, because she longed to belong.

When Stray Dog first saw Free Bird, he was immediately captivated by the look in her eyes. More than anything he had ever wanted, he wanted her eyes to be for him. So, being the way that Stray Dog was, he dropped fom the rooftop and approached Free Bird.

Free Bird noticed Stray Dog before the rest of her flock, and she went to greet him with kindness in her words. But before introductions were concluded, her family swooped in and shooed Stray Dog away. They did not want him near Free Bird. They did not trust Stray Dog.

In most cases, Stray Dog would have started a fight, but because he did not wasnt to scare Free Bird off, he slunk away, back into the depths of his lonely city. That night, Stray Dog would return to Free Bird's window, and ask to be let in.

After Free Bird let Stray Dog in, Stray Dog let Free Bird out. He taught her how to sneak away into the dark night and showed her how to run in the city without fear or uncertainty. Free Bird twittered in excitement and Stray Dog barked in delight. The two young animals lost all their inhibitions and soon found that they were in love.

But love had its price.

The beasts of the jungle saw that Stray Dog had a new weakness; a weakness for Free Bird. And so, to hurt him, they followed Free Bird's flock and uncovered all of their bad secrets.

When Free Bird returned home, she found that her family was packing all of their belongings and preparing to fly away. Free Bird did not want to go, but she was given no choice. When she tried to run, the flock clipped her wings and held her in a cage.

Stray Dog watched from the shadows and wanted to rescue Free Bird, but he knew she would not forgive him if he hurt her family, so he had t otrack down the beasts instead. Stray Dog thought that if he could kill the beasts, Free Bird's family might stay.

He followed the trail of the beasts' scent to their lair and he fought, bit and scratched until everything was destroyed. The house was burnt down and, in the morning, only charred bones were left to be found. The beasts of the jungle could no longer hurt anyone, but during the battle, Stray Dog was injured grievously.

It took Stray Dog a while to lick his wounds and return to Free Bird's nest to tell her that she didn't have to leave. But when he got there, the house was empty. All that was left behind was one feather attached to a note, and the letter read...

"My beloved Stray Dog, I regret that I could not stay, but sometimes that's just the way things are. I wish that I could be brave like you and make a home on my own, but we are not the same. I cannot leave my family. I am not a free bird. Goodbye..."

Stray Dog read the note twice and then ripped it in half and left it on the road. He snapped the feather too, and tossed it in the street. He left the house and went to find something to eat. He went about his day as regular as ever. His heart did not crack, nor did a single tear fall.

Because his heart had already been broken, and his tears ha already run dry. He had loved and lost before. This was nothing new to him. This was life.

He roamed his city home and chased pigeons in the street, not allowing himself to mourn over his once loved Free Bird. What did you expect? He was a stray dog.

2011-07-06T02:44:00.000-07:00

pressed for time, so no ado.

Clinically they call me crazy,
So I take the pills they gave me,
It makes my world go all hazy,
How is this supposed to save me?
---

I hide when the doorbell rings,
Apprehension fills my being,
And you know the saddest thing?
I ordered pizza... Tragedy.

---

Spiders scare me, so do mice,
And I'm known to faint at heights,
I'm scared of what I see at night,
Yeah, I'm a scaredy cat alright.

---

Once the cat's out of the bag, there are two ways to skin it. And a
bird in the bush is better than a stone in the hand. So let he who has
not sinned cast their first net, because there are plenty of fish in the
sea. And the seashells that she's selling aren't worth the time of
night that comes and goes to realize that real guys keep it in their
pants. And when they're in fire, Hell's bells ring rosey red and
violets blew your mind. So if you don't mind, I'll take my time a
wasting away a long way from that home-town gun range where they shoot
to kill time. So still your mind's eye and see the light shine in the
starry nightmares. I take the bull by the horns and run it right into
the ground, and pound for pound, I'm the best around, taking an eye for
a lie and a tooth for my fairy princess, to string it up like a pearl
necklace and bear it with indignity. So stand up for the belief that
all boy before the mighty pen that is greater than the swiftest sword
that cuts through the truth of the matter at hand until rivers of blood
drip dry and leave unseen scars that run down the highway, not across
the road. And why did the chicken cross it? To prove that he wasn't a
chicken of course. But you can't change what you aren't if you aren't
even aware of where you are.
(yeah... that one didn't really rhyme)

---

So you think you're pretty smart,
But I know I'm more than slick.
So you can't just dangle that worm,
If you want to catch this fish.
So you think that you're the boss,
But I know our roles are switched.
And I'm never known to beg,
So you can scratch that off your list.
So you're taking all my words,
And you're giving them a twist.
Well I can twist my tongue like a cherry stem,
If you happen to catch my drift.
So you try to call my bluff,
And you say that you will quit.
Well go on and leave then,
See if I really give a shit.
So you give it one more try,
And I let a kind word slip.
Now look how easy these fools grovel,
You fell for my trick.

---

Welcome to our newfound sickness,
Hellions dance to this disease,
Tragic lips will kiss our mistress,
Hacking out her manic pleas.
Necromancers call forth undead feelings that fill you with dread.
Acid cancer eats your flesh, your mind is blind with loneliness.
I. Will. Feel. Your. Heart. Stop. Beating.
Dreams. Of. Bleeding. Sinking into darkness.
Harnessing your tarnished screams, your ragged breathing's worthless.
Dirt will fill your lungs until you're buried in our curses.
Murderous words are laced with apathy,
Courage fails when you are condemned to catastrophe.
Nasty thoughts pervade your brain and soon you'll lose your sanity.
Brandishing my sword of flames, I'll banish all your vanities.
Easy now the saying goes, your gutless throat in terror froze,
Throes of passion caught by madmen tearing at your tattered clothes.
Cornered by the hungry wolves, my lust for your soul knows no limits,
Biting, scratching, violent thrashing, you will moan until I'm finished.
I'm not done, but you are dear, quiver in fear, your time is near.
Your tears melt in searing fire, I admire how you die.
Skies turn black with burning ashes, you were the last of your kind.

---

You'll have to forgive me,
I have a flirty gene,
That comes to show,
Whenever I meet someone worth getting to know.
And I know you're the same,
That we both love this game,
Of seeing how much you can take before you choke.
And slip up,
And hiccup,
And spill out your guts.
But these clever scores,
Of metaphores,
Are so unfulfiling,
Like a waterfall trickling.
Which in fact was a simile,
Which is similar,
To a metaphor,
But better for,
Confessing or,
Expressing your,
Thoughts which,
Can come off as,
Standoffish,
Or Gnostic,
But methodically reveal,
How you feel,
Through unreal,
But relatable comparisons,
Of garish things,
That are inherently,
And invariably,
Bright and shining,
Like a diamond ring.
Oops, there I go again...
I'll be subtle this time,
As you search through my lines,
That can fill every crevice and crack of your mind.
So confide all your secrets, and I will not tell.
My tongue has been clipped and I can't even spell.
Let's lock our lips tighter than a prison cell.
If you'd be my bunkmante, then I'd go to jail.
I'd break every rule to treasure that pearl.
If passion were fire, then we'd burn in hell.
Well, well, well, now we've gotten off track.
But I've covered our footprint, so there's no going back.
If you want to part now, then I'll leave this at that.
Because we won't ever forget where we lied about facts.

---

I put the Art in Heartless. That means He Less without me.
I tie a Rope to your Throat making murder she Rote, which might be
unfair because the excess letters are left hanging in the air.
I'll swipe the legs from your Chair and let you catch Air while I snatch
the CH and grab you by the Arm, and if you're still stumbling, that
means I've got Charm.
I take the M out of Mask so you Ask who I M, then I RE: your Mind so you
don't ask it again.
I'm the Ten out of often.
I'm an Outlaw, so you can take the Law and get the F Out because that
would be a Flaw.
And I'm Flawless, but I've never Flunked out, so I'm Lawless, which is
what it's about.
So if you split my last word, A Bout is what you'll get, and if you want
to fight, I'll mix the Lefts with the Rights so I can knock out your
Lights.
Cuz the truth to Insight is that it is In Sight if you leave out the
Sigh and let it Erupt, then it'll Interrupt your normal thought process.
I take the Con from Confession because I'm not a fake, and I'll raise it
to Pro so my Profession's at stake.
I can even change up my own Name. Just drop N, be a G,
and that'd be Game.

Overload

2011-06-19T10:34:00.000-07:00

I hope this posts or I'll be pissed. Posting them all since being able to post is a rare gift for me~

If a tree falls in the forest, And doesn't make a sound.
Then do girls still put on make-up, When no one is around?
If poems are wrote but never read, Are your feelings really let out?
And if no one cries when you are dead, Then what was life about?
If feelings get the best of you, Why do they leave you numb?
And if he leaves when the sex is through, Why do they call it come?
If opening your mouth proves you a fool, Why are the mute called dumb?
And if the box could think outside of you, You'd have a lot more fun.
If dead men tell no tales, Why do they become legends?
And if all your friends are going to hell, then wouldn't that be heaven?
If nice guys finish last, Then why aren't we all bad?
If I could travel to the past, Could I kill my own dad?
If all men have their price, What is the price of freedom?
And if her heart is as cold as ice, What happens when she's peed on?
If we are all so special, What makes someone unique?
If you always do what they tell you, I hope they say that you can speak.
If cheaters never prosper, Do rich men never cheat?
And what do you have to offer, If all you do is seek?
If blessed are the meek and humble, Why do they get beat down?
Just because you never scream or grumble, Doesn't mean you never frown.
If there's more than one way to shave a cat, How should you shave your pussy?
And if pussy-whipped is how you act, Can you stick it in her tooshie?
If there are no stupid questions, Why do we stick to facts?
And did I forget to mention, Or did you forget to ask?
If might really makes right, Then let's all have a fight.
And since we know that we all die, Why should we cling to life?

---

Slam poetry sonds better when it's read out loud~ Caps for emphasis

Marital Affairs cause Glares and Stares from Angels and Brethren on their Stairway to Heaven. You'll have to Excuse Them, our Loose Lips Confuse Them, the Noose Slips right Through the Two Rings you have Tied. The Moon Brings the Tide as it wanes and it Waxes and the board you Ride out on gets lost in the Fact That you've gone with the Sunset. The sins of the Sons Get Exponentially Broader as the Failures of Fathers are passed down into Darkness. So we Harness the Farces of Forces in Choices and Start our last March two by two to the Ark. We Hark unto Angels and Depart from the Strangle Hold of these Gold Idols we quietly Go with our heads hanging Low from the Slow Steady Dread that is Boiling and Spoiling our Hopes to find Bread. Not mannah but Money, this paper tastes Funny, we're Drunk off this Blood that they're calling his Love. So they hold out their Plate and we fill it with Cash and they say he will Hate us if we do not Pass this Platter of Pleasure onto our next Neighbor and ask for a Favor, can you fill up my Glass?

Mischievous Mimsies are Devious Simply because it will Work for them to cause Hurt. The Still Will see Dirt when they can't keep up Pace and end up in Third Place to earn Cups that are Laced with passionless poison poison, dropping them on their Face. The Joys they Embrace are just Toys all Encased in the Packings and Wrappings of bows that are Fake. They're slow to Intake and Aknowledge the Knowledge that I spit in the Mugs of these Motherless Monsterous gaggles of Giddy Fools, Giggling and Snickering about how they Got away with Not breaking the Rules. The law of the Land is to confuse every Man and to keep us Happy with all of these Bland Dreams that I cannot Stand. The Fantasy Land is unthinkably Grand and your Chances of finding it are vast as the Sand. Just Imaging your Standing on top of a Mountain and drinking from Fountains of Youth and True Love. Aim for it Because if you Don't then you Won't Ever find Better and Sunnier Weather, the Funnier Jesters stand up and they've Spoke. They've Told all the Truths and Denied all the Lies and the Juciest Fruit of wisdom is their Prize. Listen and Believe, you will not be Deceived if you will only Please look them right in their Eyes. Your Life is still Yours, it's your choice to do Chores, but if that's what you Abhor, take a look at this Line: Your world is completely wrapped up in your Mind, so follow your passion and you'll be just Fine.

---

This one you can skip, it's rhyming practice but it actually sounds really cool and deep when you read it fast out loud to your friend~ But it makes no sense. So I titled it, Babbling

Melodies of felonies fill the courts.
Coarse comedies honestly honor the ports
of pirates piloting impervious visions
of missions aborted like ornerous children.
Misgiven mislead and instead of forgiven
fomidable spiritual serial wisdom
of women within some cereberal system.
The clerical queerical theoretical thespians
invest in themselves all the hells of a healthy man.
They can't understand that the scant and unplanned
unmistakeably damned demons hated and fated
irresponsible clans that demand you berated
inconsequential as sand sifting through
oceans blue as the potions of sad.
Magnificient marvelous murderous miscreants
harness the malovent merciful innocents.
Idiots impose upon those who want foes
and what goes to town comes around
when the lovely sounds moan
and the goin' gets tough when their luck runs out cold.
Coal dust will snuff the life right out of your soul,
so you'll blow all your dollars on colorful clothes.
Close minded, my kind friend, in line with old goals.
The ghouls feast on fools for free shoes on the road.

In fact, I could've probably left ou the introduction and gotten some nice comments about how gnostically insightful this poem is~~~

---

This one's called, Seperate Paths, Same Destiny.

Boys and their toys, Girls and their pearls.
Boys stay employed, Girls run the world.
Guys will tell lies, Dolls will not call.
Guys want their prize, Dolls want it all.
Men will have plans, Women have systems.
Men try again, Women just miss them.
Johns try to con, Janes know the game.
Johns are all wrong, Janes are a pain.
Kings buy the rings, Queens will then sing.
King has a scheme, Queen had a dream.
Compromise bridges chasms, and we do it because.
Girls can fake orgasms, but boys can fake love.

---

If I had one thousand pages to write how much I HATE you on, I'd waste nine hundred and ninety-nine, because you're really not worth my time, so you only get this one. I fucking Hate you.

~and I hope you die~

---

^that one looks a lot better in my journal, where the last line is surounded by hearts and smiles and swirlies and angels...

And now for my personal favorite...

Quick quips slip lips
Bitch Snitch digs ditch
Fixed with lit clip
Slick Clique fixed shit.

And you'll never know who it's dedicated to :] :) :D

Love me lovely,
Clique

Three for One

2011-06-03T10:54:00.000-07:00

Since I have trouble posting, I might as well slop three together. I actually put effort into each one, which I don't always do~ and I'll save the fun one for last.

In Reverse order that they were written...

Meeting Someone New

Clever rhymes work every time
The severed lines severely shine
And drop into pools of your eyes,
A Fool's love lies deep in his heart
When he speaks true the skies will part
And Heaven's blinding music starts,
Far open spreads star ocean's bed
Our chosen pledge starts with one breath
We swear its honor til our death
Leave Earth to ponder what's been said.

I wrote that one today after an exhilerating psychology class. It was not so much the class that was exhilerating as it was a classmate...

This one's for the sad state of America...

Lady Liberty

Hypocrit misfits fit together
Like proliferous poems professed letter by letter,
Forever forgotten for all of her problems
The chilled child chortles, chip off the old blocked sun,
Something smothering suddenly sucks
The gestureless jester's paperless pen cuts,
An inkling of ink bleeding into existence
The passiveless press pesters on with persistence,
A semblence of sentances sentance the soldiers
Her heroes hear mean rowns and she grows much colder.

Try to say that Ten Times Fast, haha.
Funny story about that one, I actually didn't know what Proliferous meant when I wrote it, though I felt like it fit. I asked around but nobody actually knew what Proliferous meant. So I typed it into MSWord, thinking I could use their dictionary, but Word told me it wasn't a word! Well Webster disagreed and informed me that Proliferous was the adjective form of Proliferate, which meant something along the lines of, Multiplying in regards to flowers budding, or some shit like that. Which did fit for my poem~ Yay me.

Now onto the fun one. I started this one out of boredom and finished it for ye.
Btw, I'm bringing back the word "Ye" because I don't like the words "Yall"

I'll tell you the game after the poem. Here goes...

Clever lepers turn to cons
To buy gold cures for soring palms
The stigma tacked on sends a message
That bottled necks stop flow of passage
Massive waves of time oft wasted
Drunk on love because we laced it
Where faces light under bright ideas
Bulbous miles of soulless peers
Oldest fears steer clear of harm
Plowing foul seeds in your farm
Charming wings fling wide like eagle
Spread your bed quick love is lethal
Please don't think those words were weapons
Wolves howl at moons now hear confessions

You like?? Okay, here's the secret.
Each line connects to the next line with a hidden phrase. A common phrase, or just something that links them. For example, I'll give you the first one because it's one of the more complex ones. In the first line, it says "Lepers turn to Cons." Lepers-Cons, Leprechauns. And the line after it references Gold. "Leprechaun's Gold."
And the second line also links to the third, and the third to the fourth, etc, etc... There are even multiple connections in a couple of the lines.
Find them all to win my love~

Her, Him, and Me

2011-05-25T11:47:00.000-07:00

Loving you is pointless because you're useless,
Foolish pursuits end when I find truth,
Proof of the matter is I only got sadder,
Faster and faster, you led me to disaster.

Snitches get stitches, for being punk bitches,
Come to my door, if you want to finish this,
Stomped stabbed and shot, you will fulfil my wish list,
Bitch snitch threw a fit, now he sleeps with fishes.

I do not wonder, I do not care,
Why when it's summer, that you leave me bare,
I know you blundered your greatest affair,
My life is funner when you are not there.

Supersticious Witches

2011-05-14T09:49:00.000-07:00

supersticious witches get stiched up in body bags
never let them out now we are punishing these naughty hags
in the forest we've left trails from all the filthy bodies dragged
tossed in rivers sink or swimmer saint or sinner next comes fire
liar liar we won't trust a word you say
hunt them down til they are tired and they cannot run away
raise the stakes and burn the flesh
laugh at blisters as they fester getting worser kill the curser
murder is for dinner tonight
drag her down and hold her so tight
loving their cries brings us delight
use red pokers take their eyesight
leave them scarred and hurt and maimed
call them insane enjoy their pain
hit them again break their bones
shattered bodies crushed by stones
never never forget ever how evil these witches were
buried in the deep deep dirt
skirts torn up pointy hats tossed
destroyed all their secrets are lost
cost us nothing but their lives
it's no wonder that they hide.

My internet situation is touch and go right now. So sorry if I don't always comment back immediatey but I promise I will.