Amber Thweatt's Writing Board

Hungry Humans

2011-03-05T16:59:00.001-05:00

The fall of Rome so close to reality in this modern age

Our desires of grandness and objectivity has overwhelmed our sense of humanity

Our wants and needs have over compassed our knightly duties over the poor and frail

The marble and stone of old ages has been replaced with steel and oil such things

racing through our veins

Run fast over the weak and needy how long can that last?

Move over out of the fast lane before it crumbles off the side of the crumbling cliff

More than California falling into the ocean but humanity spinning out of control

oh how Rome fell in a day, our days are longer, slower but how will we fall?

Anger, dirty souls, compassion no more but a thought in the back of someones mind

as they watch their fell men fall to the ground from punches of reality

when did we all stop caring?

Eyes of the Enemy - The One

2011-02-20T22:32:00.000-05:00

I am the first and will be the last, and when that is the case there will only be me and my children. They will come to me eventually, the drugs will vanish and they will lose the ability to say no. That is the way to conquer the one that desires my death. With the desire to send my darlings back behind that wall of stone. How dare humanity dictate who lives or dies? They are afraid of her, I say let her come to me and we can see who is the strongest. I will thrash the remaining human existence into a pulp of bloody mass and feed my children what they want. But all I see right now are those blasted white wings torturing my sleep grinding at my nerves. Go away go away or come to me and stop your chattering, which ever so I walk this earth without your demons of hope and faith. Can't you see you are like me, broken from the start. they were suppose to love me not you, Why weren't you cast away like some disease some experiment. They knew she'd leave me hopeless and alone, I was nothing to her but if she could only see me now the damage I have done to this world. Yes there are others, they have done the same but I am the queen and their children respond to me and love me, no army could stop me and she will fail as well

Two Funerals

2011-01-09T17:52:00.001-05:00

In the end, when we are said and done we should be equal
At that crossroads a point of our dying breath we should be equal
A tear of one or a tear of thousands our creation should be marked as equal

How is it then that they sing for one but not for the other
each one marking the world so close in time
How is it then that the crowd the room for one but so empty for the other

I know not of one but I do of the other and my tears are stronger for knowing
just because so many did not know the smile the impression so strong
does not mean it meant less in the world

What if it had been so differently would more tears have fallen
what if, what if, what if?

I believe however that THEY will sing so loudly just the same
They will rejoice in that life just the same
I will remember just the same

we are all dead

2010-12-19T20:15:00.000-05:00

we are all dead inside or is it outside I can not tell
all those electrical impulses thrashing through our heart and mind like fire crackers on the 4th of July
the big bang went out a long time ago leaving us as some speck of dirt from some exploding
vacuum bag
no dyson strong enough to erase our existence too bad that is for sure
like a child on a swing, flying too high heeding no warning from below, slow down
your going too fast
as you fly from the seat soaring over the trees no dread of what is below until
crash
the landing much harder than you could ever imagine
the brokeness of each limb but nothing so hard as your ego bruised and soul crushed
skinned knees and cracked wrists covering up the internal anguish of another mistake

Shadow of Myself

2010-08-16T22:26:00.000-04:00

I am a shadow of my former being
a shell of a person I no longer know
all I see is this carriage of emptiness drawn by steeds of misery
the mind that creature gnaws at my nails until they bleed
the degradation of my own self contemplation stepping into the shadows night by night
do I sleep on a cot of webs waking in a cocoon of no escape?
A knife a knife please to cut open this chalice of denial
which pain do I burn to the ground which ones do I dose with water?
soft scents of perfume to cover the sweat and grime of past and present

Last Words

2010-07-08T21:55:00.001-04:00

I whispered quietly holding back the tears
I didn't want to say it, but in my heart there was nothing else to be said
His heart had failed but his soul never missed a beat
But there in that room, he was already saying his own goodbyes
To his family his life of weakness and misgivings
But there I stood softly saying it was okay goodbyes were important
just as important as when he said his first hello to me as he held me in his hands
and now someone stronger would take his hand and guide him through a life he could not do himself
But my last words were there under my breath, Peace be with you

Cheat the System

2010-07-08T21:42:00.000-04:00

I am that person in the light or maybe in the dark
my shadow fades in and out depending on the speed of sound
I crest the hill to find so many more
In the light there is a dark star fading into death just like humanity
across each universe tears dry up so many have already fallen

I have extra tears for everyone, grief that I never felt before
maybe man was created from grief such an emotion that harnesses
every muscle forcing my knees to the ground my hands to my head
drenching my body with anguish and mourning this is how it is to be human
it ends eventually the body lifts itself up past the trees past the clouds

The hills turn to forests forests to prairie but never desert

Alternate Soul

2010-07-02T22:14:00.000-04:00

She whispered into his tiny ear, his breathe so shallow and cold
She rubbed his bruises the red had turned to plum
Even in his sleep his heart mourned
A fortress of misery walled up each day
His skin would grow tough inside and out
she knew this and understood the consequences of a father's actions
The father's demise haunted the future of all mankind
but still she whispered as a mother did to a child
take care of your youthful heart and the peace that you were born with
no evil from a broken soul can tarnish the brilliance of such strength and glory
I have seen the future and all haunts my slumber and should yours
take not the road of fate or that which the universe has predicted
you are not destined to your evil tendencies break from the Devil's taunts
this she whispers every night in hopes that so far from here the universe may change
plucking that evil stinger from the child's wounds
lick the poison from man's desires
salvation comes not from death and murder but from truth of what will be
does not have to be

Joseph Arthur Poster

2010-06-05T18:08:00.002-04:00

The Strings that Bind

2010-05-23T21:28:00.000-04:00

The tendrils slither through time and space
mocking gravity and how the universe moves in its elegant dance

The stars bend and fold closer and closer to each other until they almost touch
A single hand reaches out to find some one's lost love with only a breath to
remember them by

The strings that bind
the ring that holds a very deep secret

The desert whispers voices of long forgotten foes
it too holds mysteries that need to be locked away

The threads grow weak and demons cross the path
the gods are not finished with you child of mine
your last breath was your first so breath deep the air of your people

the journey will encompass you, swallow you whole
each moment tearing you apart only to allow the
universe to put you back together again as you were
as you should have been

He will come for you, or has always been there by your side
the demons thrusted the sword through his heart
a dagger of impossible deceit can you breech the
binds that ties all life to war

grab hold of the strings that bind
the journey is long
forgive me child of the gods

Eyes of the Enemy - Trust

2010-05-12T21:19:00.001-04:00

Trust no one

Now that's not exactly true, there are those who are pure in the mind that will never betray you

But there are others who can't help themselves

In their heart they want to protect you and save you but their meaning is so false that only those

high above can see right through the tangling web of deception and betrayal these are your true enemies

Their hands led by the sorcery of blessings and holy grail of purity

Those who you trust are ones that know in their own heart they will burn in the belly of hell for their mistakes and lack of moral composure

How can you trust such beastly masks of humanity?

Because you will walk hand in hand with them down into the whales mouth breathing the same sign of relief that all is not perfect and never had you lied in the face of the sun of perfection

Those who redeem themselves almighty should ditch the masks of falsehood before the devil himself takes aim at their own troubling past which only they try and forget

Their lies and demonic actions will bring us all down that road no one wants to travel for the sake of what?

I will place my trust in those who know their path and travel it with their heads hung high guns blazing

Eye's of the Enemy - The Sisters

2010-05-09T19:28:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I wish Sister could not read my mind. She gets pissed when I'm mad at her, even before I'm mad. But she's the best back up ever and her long shot is amazing. I'd be proud to go down fighting with her more than any other. I worry because ever since Lucy left she's been talking about dying more. Lucy could always make Sister feel better about our situation but she's been gone for weeks and no sign of returning. I told Sister we needed to move on, the Vetela were getting smarter every day and they could hear our thoughts at night while we slept. Sister and I never talk about our dreams but we can hear those things talking nonstop. It's not like I don't miss Lucy too. She's like one of us, outlawed by everyone. But Lucy had to leave us and find a cure. None of us want to be one of them, we didn't choose to be this way, I'm even sure that our parents didn't have a choice when they did this to us but I can understand the fear. Lucy said that the government agreed to mix their blood with our mothers to create some super creature in return the government would sacrifice a percentage of the population to the Vetala. The Vetala were nothing but puppets more like zombies and easy to kill. But they listen well, the eyes and ears of their masters. They do the dirty work while their masters stay behind closed doors.

Sister knows more about the truth, her and Lucy did most of the research while the rest of us guarded what was left of human culture. Lucy said it was important to hid what ever we could find that symbolized what it meant to be human. Our race would survive, well at least the human race, Sister, Lucy and I are a race I hope does not survive through this, for I fear it could eventually be the end of humanity.

The Rakshasa preyed on humnities fears of death and destruction for their own empowerment. Now humans believe we are like them because we have transformed into something that is outerworldly. I don't have the urges they have but I have grown stronger day after day. I fear though that those urges may come one day, it has happened to others.

Eyes of the Enemy - Chasing Death

2010-04-22T22:26:00.002-04:00

Death is a thing that runs in the night chasing and chasing until the sun shines its light
Life cloaks my every move as if it knows death cannot run as fast as me
I can weave and dodge faster than any devilish demon being clever was never their strong point
If they only knew how they created me
Designed me like some fashionable dress
Each stitch so delicately sewen and tied at the ends
I think faster than them and desire for life and breath harder than any man
These things can stop a bullet if necessary but it cannot turn back time
Time is the only thing we do not have something the devil stole from us deep in the night
My heart is like theirs pounding so strongly when the stars don't shine and the moon doesn't glow
When their eyes turn so cold and black that only their breath breathes warm upon your back
We have to run faster each day straight to the worlds end and back again
Their sharp claws will weaken and crubble with each stab we prick
And I will run faster and faster ahead of the rest salvation so burned into my soul

Eyes of the Enemy - How Shall My Wings Grow?

2010-04-22T22:15:00.002-04:00

How shall my wings grow? I hope you shall never know

I cannot think them a gift from some thankless god but from some spineless demon from far below
I want to imagine these wings with white ivory feathers so soft to slide gently between my tired bent fingers
Instead I see a black cloak of darkness with my wings reflective upon the moon drenched night
Shall I fly in the darkness with the stars to my back?
Never to see the daybreak or light streams glistening on the water below
I am not to be the angel of glory but the berenger of sorrow
How shall my wings grow?
If you are good, you shall never know

Eyes of the Enemy - Vance Nash

2010-04-22T21:24:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I just want to walk out that door and never look back. Maybe go back to the city or even head south to the beach, they say those creatures hate the heat. But then so do I and that's why I am here down in this freezing hole dishing out orders to civilians. I'm use to soldiers who know how to listen and take orders. Instead I have an army of drug dealers and militia radicals.

The doc keeps my men and women alive but I am pretty sure he has something else driving him and it's not saving our lives. He has an odd sensitivity to those half Vetela breeders but I'm not sure why. He doesn't speak much and spends most of his time in those labs. I hate going down the place is creepy. When we first moved in here, we knew it was something special for the governments last stand. There are more nukes underneath us than the rest of the world leaders combined.

Obviously someone knew the Vetala were a scary bunch of assholes. But that didn't prepare us for what was left in those laboratories. The doc seemed to know more about what happened there than he put on but I wasn't about to ask. It appeared that the government knew about the Vetala long before they tried to inseminate themselves into human populous. I had suspicion that even our own government may have had something to do with creating the half breeds but that was all said and done before I was even born.

My focus was now on keeping the hundred or so people on this base alive and if that wasn't the case then I had the right to call it all off. They asked me to be in this position saying I was what was left of our own military but really all I am is a farm boy from Texas. Sometimes I can feel them swarming out there knowing we are here held down. Thanks to the United States government we had enough food and supplies for a hundred years if we wanted.

Eye's of the Enemy - Doctor John Fritz

2010-04-22T17:43:00.001-04:00

Sometimes I'm not sure it's even worth trying to treat the wounds of the living. No one knows how long they may stay alive even if I can save them. What's the point in being a doctor to this group of starving junkies and mercenaries. I tried to save the ones I could along the way. The trip from the city to Camp Zero is a blur at this point if not I couldn't sleep at night.

It's been twelve months and thirteen days since I had to say good bye to the love of my life, rest in peace my dear Carla. I wasn't going to let her be one of them, I won't be one of them, there will always be one bullet left in my pistol guaranteed. The Vetala seem to stay away from Camp Zero, maybe it's the mega tons of nuclear weapons that lay underneath our feet. I'm not sure who has taken up residence in the high tower who speaks frequently with someone underground but those two men hold the lives of everyone underneath their finger tips. One push of that little red button and I can see Carla once more.

It smells in this place, as if time stopped moving very long ago driving away all that was once alive. I'm lucky though to be here the military evidently loved to spend money experimenting on anything they could find. I've never seen so many different types of laboratory equipment, drugs I haven't ever heard of. When I'm not treating the wounded or sobering up the drugged I work late at night hoping to find a vaccine against the toxin the Vetala use to subdue their victim. The transformation from human to walking dead isn't instant and if I can find drug to counteract it before it spreads into the system maybe I can save the rest of these vagabonds.

There have been rumors that the remaining first breed are showing signs of transformation. This worries me more than being caught by the Vetala. These half human half Vetala could be the end of all that means to be human. No one knows how many mothers were impregnated with those wretched creatures DNA. Did they even know that what they had intended actually may have worked. A separate breed of creature with a mind of its own. If they are driven to the Vetala it will only throw another wrench into the cog.

Eyes of the Enemy - Lucy

2010-04-05T13:02:00.003-04:00

We call them Vetala. Of course there are many kinds that we know of but together we just group them together as Vetala. Wikipedia described a vetala (Sanskrit), or baital, is a vampire-like being from Hindu mythology. The vetala are defined as spirits inhabiting corpses and charnel grounds. These corpses may be used as vehicles for movement (as they no longer decay while so inhabited); but a vetala may also leave the body at will.

We thought it cheesy to call them zombie-vampires because they are unlike anything else imaginable in a horror movie. My name is Lucy and the rest of our gang has chosen me to begin our story because I have lived deeper in this human tragedy than anyone else. The year is 2080, some month, some day which we've lost count. The human population, that is those who do not live as puppets to the Vetala or walk dead with the blood of the Vetala flowing through their veins, is approximated at around 100,000. A few years ago it was double but the Vetala were able to break through two additional cities infecting most of the people they came across.

Now we huddle together in smaller groups, most of us far below ground or barricaded up in cities that have already fallen. The Vetala send out their strongest in search of what remains of human existence as if they can only feel successful if all of us are dead or converted. It is amazing how some people have survived, many I have to question since their actions of stupidity and poor behavior I would think would make them great targets as a Vetala dinner.

I haven't had the time to sit and write down our story, most of us have split up for now in search of food and especially ammo. I however have been in search of a well stocked medical laboratory. See there are a few of us who may hold the key to staying alive even if infected and figure out a way to destroy the Vetala or at least send them back where they came from which my assuption is Hell.

Here's the story as I know it. At first when the Vetala set their eyes on the human prize they believed the only way to begin the infection which would either turn a human into them or a mindless slave to use as dinner was to infect women who were pregnant. Those first humans died soon after child birth leaving children with no initial sign of infection. Aside from above average intelligence their appearance was nothing less than ordinary. This frustrated the Vetala that the infection stopped their so they went to phase two and either killed every human or infected them, stole their body or ate them.

Burying the Bones

2010-03-26T10:55:00.000-04:00

I have inherited all that was the strife of everyone before me
the ashes still remain never set free from the pain it endured

there is no strength to let the days of old pass through
the weight remains tied to the legs of those who can remember

when can the hands grab together to take claim to the blame
the blindness killed the bones drove the stake to the heart and lungs

turn blind eye to the truth that lies in this blood drives the mind
deeper deeper into to the wild of crossing strings and swaying dreams

the dagger is there in the bones in the strings that bind all of us
we lick the wounds each time it jabs temporarily healing the soul

still the ashes remain tucked away out of sight out of mind
they will never reform into what once was

a soul lost in the cold cold world
left us here to remember what was or what could be

The Course of Empire: Desolation

2010-02-15T21:34:00.002-05:00

He stands along the shore, the ocean waves lapping at his bare feet
This land so foreign to his own
This is the air of his very own ancestors he can almost smell each and every mistake

There is very little resemblance to the art of old that escaped
Some landmarks completely indistinguishable by the human eye
For so long they feared facing the truth
For so long they only wished to forget
But that is what these people did and sees how the circle of man failed them

He could not forget not after being on this shore staring up at the mountain god
There was no complete return to this place
It was more of a monument a testimonial to how man could not handle the
Sheer power of nature and the gods themselves

He wanted to study everything, touch everything
If he felt what his ancestors felt then maybe he would learn how to be more than human
So far from this place people learned to be one with nature to be of nature
If not to preserve the human race

Remember what we once were
The birds cry in the distance each one settling into their rightful place
How long ago did man have a place, where was the beginning?
This land was not the creation only one step in our own evolution
One day we will understand how to harness all that is around us

But this was not the time and nature harnessed and destroyed us
The man saw what needed to be seen, he needed to repeat the art
The people needed to know before growing forward harnessing their own strength

The crumbling of the falsehood was beautiful and made his eyes weep
Some may cry in sorrow but his sorrow had been buried in the rubble of his ancestors
His home so far away would not have been if not for this mistake and the mistakes before
Children cannot learn if their parents do not show how to make mistakes

The Course of Empire: Destruction

2010-02-15T21:09:00.001-05:00

His fingers have grown crooked and unusable
The tea cup impossible to hold without two hands
He likens his own state to the once beautiful and most loved lands
The trees on the mountain god have grown without care and concern
At one time the road leading to the sea smelled of jasmine and evergreens

There is no more worship in the great temple dedicated to the great gods so long ago
The rebels trample on their own forefathers as if they spit on their very souls
The old one fear for their lives and for their memories of all that could have been

In the back room he holds on to what little could be saved
There are rumors of departure just as their ancestors once embarked
Where will they go, the ones who desire freedom from chaos and immorality?

He is too old and frail to travel the stars but his creations will last eternity
He stares again at his very hands, how wonderful the ability to create beauty
There are others who use their hands to destroy and wreck

He pities those who cannot see what lies ahead fighting among themselves
Destroying our gods
That was no one’s plans

This is why they have fought back against our own rising tide
The winds have grown the mountain crumbling under our own feet
Our own evil desires have amplified in our own blood pushed by the environment itself

We will eventually sacrifice ourselves back to the ocean as a gift of our pity
The ocean will cough and churn and deny our salvation
Leaving the only solution of waving the white flag

The Course of Empire: The Consummation of Empire

2010-02-15T20:38:00.000-05:00

His eyes so tired the events outside occurring so quickly
Oh how they rebel rouse down the street and back
He refuses to intermingle with their desires and needs

The city of gold and glimmer is a trophy of man over nature, over the gods themselves
Out of his window the road weaves and slithers to the very peak of the great mountain god
Each stone has covered all that the great builders saw as they stepped upon this soil

Trees scatter the skyline as a token a medallion of past serenity
His mind focuses again to the street
Do these fools comprehend the gravity of what they have done?
This is not progress

This is humanity descending down the mountain of morality
His job is just to record and observe
He quotes versus of past masters but no one listens
His ancestors cry in the night yelling and screaming for them to stop

The others say we have no enemies and the sky is the limit
We came from the sky he knows the fathers brought us here to the mountain god
They left their mistakes their evil desires
But man will be man and we will see how the circle of desire spins into chaos

The Architects Dream

2010-02-10T09:53:00.001-05:00

His commission was higher than ever imaginable
But the presentation had to be perfect
For so long they lived alone building and progressing
And now the others were coming
He held his fears to himself
Nothing good could come from showboating
The goals of the forefathers were simple
Their lives even more so
However the children would think differently
Prove to the others how strong they had become
Prove how all this greatness they earned
The Architect looked out over the sea
He imagined how the first man felt as
He made claim to this beautiful shore
How horrible it would be to design something
So wonderful yet to have it one day stolen or
Worse to crumble to the bottom of the sea
To the left he saw steeples and chapels rising to the gods
To the right wondrous places of learning and advancement
And all around citizens could wonder in bliss and peace as they
Smelled the honeysuckle and roses
He laid back on his blanket and stared at the clouds above
They swirled in and out of shapes like gods frolicking in the sun
That same sun drenched warmth all upon his shoulders and down
To the blanket spread upon the marble
Here in the center of all life he began to paint and design
Great colors would dash across the canvas
Later he would put it all on paper, design each corner of the city
Until it was absolutely perfect
Then they would come and marvel at what we have wishing
They had followed in our steps and not their own

Two youths Enter Upon a Pilgrimage

2010-02-10T09:45:00.000-05:00

The artist had taken upon himself two apprentices

His commissions had become too great to handle alone

The city had grown too fast, too busy to keep up
The young boys favored the artificiality of the city
Thus it was time to leave behind such falsehood
For something far more real than either could imagine

To create life you must experience it
To create life you have to escape beyond the walls of advancement
Breathe the mother of gods into your lungs and down to your soul

Their hearts beat rapidly as if the foreign land sucked the air
From their lifeless shell

Each one pointing out how artificial the city seemed far in the distance
Each one quoting some forefather that once stood on this hill
And looked down on the sea with wild eyes and excitement

If only each one of them only once stood in that very spot
Would the city breathe life and desire as it once did

Maybe oh maybe these young boys may save this land
Maybe there was hope to bring back to the people

Or would they paint and create what probably would be
The reality of advancement of man and being

Change in Landscape

2010-02-10T09:41:00.001-05:00

The lone cardinal sat on his throne

He marveled on how peaceful this day was
The robin had taken a day off decreeing that it was just too cold

The snow sat steady on the branches
Each limb asking for a reprieve
But each flake landed as if it had practiced this before

The cardinal thought about the stream below
Rushing a little more than yesterday
No deer to trample by today, the water just too deep

He could hear the squirrels chattering in their nest
Just the day before the cat bird yelled as one
Nearly knocked him off his perch

But today the cardinal sat alone with just the chiming of the wind
The creek of the branches below and the soft flutter
of bright white snow

The Course of Empire - The Arcadian or Pastoral State

2010-01-31T21:14:00.000-05:00

Oh beautiful land we have aquainted ourselves upon
I smell the earth and grass we have sown
Each flower we multiply their sweet breath filling the air

We have built out of stone not metal it's cool to the touch
At night we sit watching the deep embers of the sun set
deep beyond the sea

The temple lights flicker in the distance a symbol of our
undying desire to move past our weakness through the
god's power to design such greatness

Soon we will name the mountains and river to signify
our presence on this land this is how life moves
forward through the rubble and shame

Each and every day we pray for the others not so
fortunate those who stayed behind
One day our childrens children will forget the star we
called home
Forget the land that almost destroyed us all
Forever to recreate greatness

Tomorrow we celebrate never to return
this is home, this is living

The Course of Empire - The Savage State

2010-01-28T20:23:00.000-05:00

He stood still above the falls raising his finger to the wind
This land tasted sweet upon his lips
Out there beyond the waves his memories had already started to fade
This land would erase all that once was
He listened to the creatures wispering delicate things in his ear
They called and called until that very day he called back

Now this empire would be his to lock in time
They could keep their battles and wars so far a distant memory
Here this land cleansed the blood from his hands and replaced it with
the sweet smell of jasmine and lilac
This empire would be built out of mud and dreams
No more steel and fire
He clasped his rough broken down hands and raised to the gods
This land is mighty and giving and he gave his promise of sheer justice
The others would follow one day but that moment stood quiet like the approaching tide

my land is a bubble

2010-01-25T20:24:00.001-05:00

this land is a bubble unable to burst
I yell to the out side to let me join them
this air so stale and unchallenging
I bore from the dullness that exhausts from this
lack of originality
others sweat and strive with a great reward
but yet as I push through and through the
gift does not taste so sweet in this bubble
I smell through the memories of a time
outside this land a memory a dream
we stiffle our creativity, our imagination with
tasteless drabble and other peoples doubt
pop the bubble grab the wind and force others
to move out of the way

Writer's Block

2010-01-22T12:54:00.002-05:00

creativity dried up like the forgotten plant on top of the entertainment center
begging for attention it grows further to the sun drenched window
Right now the ice pelts hit the window
and I shrink furher inside
The voice in my headphones scream for me to write away
it takes away his own pain why wouldn't it take away mine as well
I can't sing but I can silently protest on paper that's what I say

Failure

2010-01-09T09:37:00.003-05:00

Failure stings like a horrible sunburn
Just as you sat out in the sun too long
You feel some action was part of your undoing

How can you turn your back on mistakes so easily made?
Do you deserve the gifts of moving forward?
Can you try again without regret?

Pen or Sword

2009-11-30T16:11:00.004-05:00

artists are those who chase their demons in the night
the ones with big teeth and red angry eyes
they write, paint and draw creating magic that breaks
down the evil of the day piece by piece
They aren't afraid to face forward in the dark
instead of hunching over and finding the closest exit
they take pen to paper creating weapons of mass destruction
fighting to the end until daylight appears once more

Move On

2009-11-25T18:46:00.000-05:00

I have lost myself in the void of internal confusion
The rights and wrongs of selfish fulfillment
The crystal ball broke along the way spewing
Its potion all along the floor
My eyes are glued shut to avoid flame
My feet will burn for sure as I run across the coals
But I feel the heat may wake up my soul
And force the issue I tend to avoid
Do I stay and stifle the strength I fought so hard for
Or do I walk the plank, reach into the void and
Finally understand myself?
The big bold world is out there calling, whispering to me
No better time than now
No room left in my heart for sadness or fear
Only enough to battle the demons and ghosts
I’ll dig a hole and shove them in
Wipe the sand from my palms
Click my heels and close my eyes once more
And imagine all the possibilities ahead,
No more planks, no more restraints
Only blue skies

Rebuild Our Soul

2009-11-12T12:20:00.004-05:00

The world comes crashing down
All minds focused on eternity
Humans weren't suppose to be like animals fighting for the scraps
What have you created? There was no plan, actions were not recited
Life is like a play and when the players forget their lines the
world comes crashing down
And when the world crashed into the heavenly ocean, the Gods
seized the moment
Flowers grew from the rubble and the children brought to the Gods
a lovely bouquet
Whirlwinds of color and light, magnificently blended into a
whole new world
Again the children moved out from under the wings of the Gods

One Last Ride

2009-11-10T22:33:00.004-05:00

They raked leaves in the ditch,
the smell of burning leaves seeps
into the bottom of my helmet
and I take a big whiff with hopes
that the smell will linger

Around the next bend the leaves rustle
to the shoulder as if they know it we are
coming, they yellow and orange canopy
is fading and so is our time to escape

The sun warms our backs and it feels
like cheating nature
But we know the end of the day is
chasing us like we chase the winding road

The sun starts to say goodbye and the
chill bumps tell us it's time to go home
and I take one last big sniff capturing
Fall's last stand and our hopes that
the tempting of winter is still so far far away

Walk Among the Tuileries

2009-11-06T23:16:00.008-05:00

Serenity in the form of green swaying trees
The pebble gravel sliding below our shoes
Everything moves slowly through time as our smiles
take away all things past
This place, these people, the vibe is overwhelming
As we rest our feet that have seen every cobblestone alley
we embrace our differences through words we cannot
combine, yet we try our best
The old couple enjoying their world their land
understand our smiles our laughs
We smile and understand their love, hands held
slowly walking away but forever in our minds
forever in our hearts, our walk through the Tuileries

Reaching Inside

2009-11-01T11:46:00.000-05:00

I think I will reach inside
let the world whistle through my soul
I think I will let you see the gears of emotion
that makes this mind tick
I think you will be surprised the things that
I can pull from the inside
If only you can take the time to understand
If not I will close up the inside and you
will wish you had only taken the time