Wash

I prayed to God yesterday. I asked him, I wanted this so badly. To immerse myself in the pouring rain. For my body made clean; to wash away, for my flesh has bed with sin.

I did poop without you

Dedicated to a Dear Friend,

I did get coffee without you,
But it didn't taste that great.
I did work the morning without you,
But the stress never seemed to ease.
I did get lunch without you,
But the taste was dull and forgettable.
I did work the afternoon without you,
But the time ticked slower and slower.
I did poop without you,
But it was far less enjoyable.
I did laugh without you,
But it was shorter and less often.
I did everything the same way just without you,
And it just never felt right...........

V has a chat with lady justice

V: Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening, is it not? I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I. Actually, I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you’re thinking… “The poor boy has a crush on me… An adolescent infatuation.” I beg your pardon madam. It isn’t like that at all. I’ve long admired you… Albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I’d say to my father, “Who is that lady?” And he’d say, “That’s Lady Justice.” And I’d say, “Isn’t she pretty.” Please don’t think it was merely physical. I know you’re not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal. That was a long time ago. I’m afraid there’s someone else now…

Lady Justice: “What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!”

V: I, madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!
Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn’t it? You thought I didn’t know about your little fling.
But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn’t surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Lady Justice: “Uniform? Why, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one…”

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his arm-bands and jack-boots! Well? Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well. So you stand revealed at last. You are no longer my Justice. You are his Justice now. Well, two can play at that game!

Lady Justice: “Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?”

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress then you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So goodbye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no long the woman that I once loved.”

Life

Ehhh..That's exactly what I think. Ever second there is a choice to be made, and I'm beginning to think I'm just not up to the challenge of make them. Every time I choose one way I think I should of picked the other. I have turned into a fish out of water just flipping and flapping around on the ground. I am what I am, I'll be what I'll be........I feel like my life has turned into on big run on ramble fest, somthing that has lost its use to lifes balance a long time ago.


"There's no certainty – only opportunity."

Haunted Corn Mazes, The Secret on How to Save a Damzile in Distress

The night air was still and featured quite the bitter bite. The group I was wandering the corn maze grew rowdy and my patients was growing thin; as I was trying to find a way out of this maze madness. As we continued to walk I was noticing there were a few faces of the female sex I didn't reconize, so I made my way over threw the pack trying to make myself noticable. As we turned the corner a man in a blue mechanic suit and a clown mask jumped out at me growling like a watch dog. I laughed trying to boost my manliness for the crowd to see. But as I looked around one of the faces I didn't know was cowering behind us repeating how much she hates clowns. The clown seeing this frightened girl began to chase her around a small cut out circle. I stood watching this in laughter as the girl couldn't shake the baulky clown. I started noticing that our crowd kept moving leaving us behind in a four pronged fork in the road. I decieded to stay strong and stay with the new face, I cut in between the clown and the girl making her escape easier. I finally cought up to the girl as she was calming down and gave me a hug and said thank you because I stayed with her. As we greeted each other, we started walking and talking making fun of the people trying to scare us. But as we entered a tunnel with strobe lights that blinded the eyes so you couldn't see the trouble lurking on the other side. The new aquainted face gripped my hand in terrible tightness making me flinch and laugh as we crossed the tunnel. As we continued our journey her hand kind of remaind gripped around my arm, I was enjoying it as the maze grew darker and scaryer I decieded to make this once Damzile in Distress feel more at home so I started singing "We're Off to See the Wizard" and we started skipping until we were laughing to hard to breathe. After about 30 mins we made it to the exit of the maze and continued talking as she we relaized that the Sarah who we both thought we were both were aquintied with was each the wrong person, so the connection we thought we had was completely broken, but as we laughed and continued to talk she told me she graduated from U of M with a Bach in Psy when finding out I was a mere sophmore, things kind of began to drip down a slope of no return as her friend exited the maze, we bid farewell, and that was the end and the start of my Heroship!

How?

How?
How do You know what I'm thinking?
How?
How do You know what I'm doing right now?
How?
How do You know when I tell a lie?
How?
How do You know what I say underneath my breath?
How?
How do You know the number of hairs on my head?
How?
How do You know about the knives I place in my dear friends backs?
How?
How do You know about the secret I kept in a filthy set of sheets?
How?
How do You know that my mind is a playground for the Devil?
How?
How do You know that I fail every moment of everyday?
How?
How can You still call me Your child after the kiss I bestowed?
How?
How can Your love grow for me more and more as my knees our bent on the floor?
How?
How can You see the good in me through all the sin I have fallen in?
How?
How can You see the fruit that could be on a dying limb?
How?
How could You die on a rugged tree for the likes of me?

In the desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
By Stephen Crane

Wisdom Comes From a Wicker Chair

For a Year I have driven the same path to school and home from school, for a year I have waken in the morning and went through the same routine, the same monotonous schedule.
1.Turn off the alarm
2.Shower
3.Eat
4.Start my car
5. Find my music
6.Start on the way to school
7.Get to class
For a year I have done this same thing day in day out, it has become a routine most days I could probably do this sleeping, which some times I feel I have. But for a year I have passed a old man sitting in his rocking Chair sitting on his porch face faced to the east. For a year I have passed this man by without a thought in the world, without a care of how is life is. But just of recent have I actually noticed the man; I mean truly noticed him. As I continued down to class in a hurry just like all the other corporate cockroaches on Rochester Rd. As I sat in class my mind raced with toughts of the man I seen for a years but only noticed today, why this day? Why not any other day? I began to think of the mans life and things he could of been, maybe a soldier who's eyes seen mass murder of a his fellow comrades, or maybe just witnessing the true meaning of "Violence through Peace." I wondered and pondered on what his mind could hold, all the valuable stories that man could hold. As I drove home that day I saw the man leaned back in his wicker rocking chair with a ball cap laid high on his head. My mind was screaming to stop but my hands and feet disobeyed its command. That night I laid in bed just thinking about the old man who can sit on his porch without a care, in that moment I decided to talk to this man.
His name was Rodger, he had a leathery voice; tough but smooth. The sun danced across Rodgers face as we spoke, the sun just reflected off his radiant smile. As we started to talk I asked the man "Rodger I have passed you twice a day for year and needed to ask you, why do you sit out here every time I pass by you are always sitting there, is there some reason or just something you like to do?"
Rodger looked at me and laughed.
"Boy, why would I not want to sit out here? I have seen many things, and done many more, but something I have learned is my life has passed me by. I'm an old man now, something that I never thought would come. I don't have any money, I have a wife and grand kids that's all i need. Now I live my life how everyone should live it and view it, from a chair on a porch. Son, I have seen more from this chair and learned more here then my whole life. From here I see a blessed earth, a sunrise and I'll move to see the sunset."
There was more said but after that I began to think, the man was right, he sees a beautiful Backdrop to the worlds thought process. The man sits on the edge of Rochester Road and sees something so beautiful and radiant, something the consumes the sky.

Maybe we should take the time to get off life's busy road and just sit off to the side an watch a Sunrise.