Static

(Frantic breathing comes on over the ham radio waves)
Hello?... Hello?...
I don't know if anybody is out there, and I don't know how much I'm I have left.. but I've discovered something. Something that ha fightened me.My name is Gabe Ericson and I'm fearing for my life.

For the past few weeks I have been sleeping restlessly, tossing turning feeling as if I am being watched. Well I have been. My son, my six year old son has been watching me sleep. I have caught him multiple times. Now usually I know this would be nothing but last night... last night changed everything.

I heard the radio come on. The very same one I am using to put out this warning. I heard it kick on and static, so I slowly walked to our living room where we keep it and I saw my son. Turning the dial to frequency 97. All I heard was static, then a voice. Blended into the static but there was a voice there. It was saying names, and commands. "Mark Johnson, light the fire." "Joey Tumin, break the windows." Then, there was my sons name. The most frightening command of them all. "Little Kyle Ericson, your father knows, he is listening, know is the time my boy, commence our little game, and do my will!" Then my son turned and looked at me. With dark, black, evil eyes he looked at me. And he smiled. "I found a new story hour daddy." I replied "that's good son. Is it good?" "Yes I can realy relate to it." At this I shrunk away, back to my room. I woke my wife and told her. Told he we had to leave or something. She just brushed me away and told me to sleep. So I did.

Then came today. My son, he gave me that glare. All day he gave me that glare. The dark eyes, as if he could see into my soul. Now I am waiting, waiting for him to come play his game. How can I protect myself? I can't hurt my own son! Maybe that's why the voice chose children, they were the smartest choice.

(A door opens in the back ground, and a ball come bouncing in."
God... No...
(Small footsteps are heard, and then the sound of a blade slicing through human flesh. And a body drops along with the knife. A small boys voice is heard.)
"Oh daddy, you and your stories. Don't you know its bed time?"
(And then... the frequency dies.)

The girl behind the counter. Part 5

She said yes!

The girl behind the counter. Part 4

She knows! The new girl knows where she is! I asked her and she said she works at the coffee shop in the airport now! It makes sence. "You have too soar.." so simple haha! Her name I Althea. How beautiful. The way I feel right now. I know its now or never. I set up my laptop once more. And I buy two plane tickets. Who cares? It a shot or loss. A yes or no. A small price for the girl that controls my heart. I'm going today.

I enter the airport. 5:15. The girl at the shop says Althea gets off at six. I hope there is enough time. I make it through security with an amazingly low wait time. Maybe today the stars are alined right. There it is. The coffee shop. More importantly there she is. She is getting off early. I wait. She walks out and I yell her name. "Althea!" She sees me and walks over with a smile. "So you really did it. You found me." Before I can think it all comes out. I tell her how I feel, how she makes me feel, how the five minutes I saw her everyday kept me going. And then I told her. I have two tickets to anywhere. One for me and one for you. I know its sudden and I'm pretty much a stranger. But I love you. And.. and... will you come with me?...

The girl behind the counter. Part 3

Its been two weeks. This emptyness just keeps getting worse. Now I go to the coffee shop more because of the routinee and not the five minutes of happiness in my day. The girl isn't there, just coffee makers and strangers faces... maybe today ill stay here, drink my coffee, and update my blog. I have been slacking on that.
I set up my laptop, log in, view blog. What's that? "New comment: the girl behind the counter. Part 2" there's no name. All it says is. "She's not gone, you just have to find her again. You've done it once, you can do it again. Just let yourself soar like she makes your heart." Who is that? How do they know? Hmmm. Maybe ill ask the girl who works here now if she knows anything... maybe..

The girl behind the counter. Part 2

She's gone.. I went back today with the courage to talk to her.. she's not there. I asked they said she didn't work there anymore. Just hearing those words. How can I feel this empty. I don't know her name. But when she left. She left with my heart. And now ill probably never see her again. Welcome to life...

The girl behind the counter. Part I

There is a girl I see everyday. She works at a coffee shop, and she is a beauty, an angel, a goddess among us all. She's smiles that smile and gives me that look. Her presense makes me fall in love. I have never talked to her, other than making an order but I can tell I love her. She walks with grace and talks with such sincirity. Her voice is like that of the sirens in homers oddysey, it drives a man crazy but is so beautiful I can save him. I sound as if I am mad. Obsessing over a woman I don't even know. But she has such an impact on me, I don't even believe it. Today. Today is the day. I will talk to her. Introduce myself. Simply say hello, how are you? Who knows, maybe ill luck out and she'll feel the same.

wisdom

I heard a voice on the wind today.
Like a ghost I heard it say.
You may be sad, but you're alive.
In reality you're okay.

I walked on and now I heard.
the suttle flap of a hummingbird
The scars have healed, as has your heart,
And in my mind, his word had spurred,

Some underlying thoughts of mine,
of the pain I've felt in my short time,
But I've stayed strong, and carried on,
And I clear my thoughts with a simple rhyme

ties

i met a woman she was crying,
her husband had passed,
i sat with her and talked with her,
she promised she would live on,

i met a boy he was crying,
his father had passed,
i stayed and played like kids do,
he will live on,

i read of a man he was not crying,
he had committed suicide,
he had an affair and lost his job over it,
his shame drove him to death,
his family will live on.

Winter

Feet on the sidewalk,
Snow in my face,
Cigarette in my mouth,
Slow. Steady pace,

I have a thought in my mind,
And the will in my heart,
I put the pain all behind,
And I made a new start,

A life just began,
A man dying slow,
All unpredictable,
To live is to know,

The secrets we hide,
The thoughts that we share,
And as the man walked by,
I couldn't help but stare.

The duel

This is a story I read in a book once. Gave me a few laughs thought you guys would like it.

Banksy
“Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation. Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud. Everybody agreed this wizzened old man pianted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours each day gazing at them in wonder. However, one day a dirty and dishevelled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that in fact he was the greatest painter in the land. The indignant king decreed a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the vagabond an embarrassing lesson. Within a month they were both to produce a masterpiece that would out do the other. After thirty days of working feverishly day and night, both artists were ready. They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle. As a large crowd gathered, the king ordered the cloth be pulled first from the court artist’s easel. Everyone gasped as before them was revealed a wonderful oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was an ornate bowl full of exotic fruits glistening moistly in the dawn light. As the crowd gazed admiringly, a sparrow perched high up on the rafters of the hall swooped down and hungrily tried to snatch one of the grapes from the painted bowl only to hit the canvas and fall down dead with shock at the feet of the king. ’Aha!’ exclaimed the king. ’My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled nature herself, surely you must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!’ But the vagabond said nothing and stared solemnly at his feet. ’Now, pull the blanket from your painting and let us see what you have for us,’ cried the king. But the tramp remained motionless and said nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward and reached out to grab the blanket only to freeze in horror at the last moment. ’You see,’ said the tramp quietly, ’there is no blanket covering the painting. This is actually just a painting of a cloth covering a painting. And whereas your famous artist is content to fool nature, I’ve made the king of the whole country look like a clueless little twat.”

The greatest force ever felt

There is no stress or no relief like the feeling of love that long obsolete but world changing device that can ground the strongest of men and asend the weakest into godship. We are born with nothing and die with nothing but love. We chase it. Throw it away. Live for the pan it causes us but also the way it heals that same pain. We love we lose we live. And it is the way we continue to live that alows us to continue to love.

Our mother

One of these days mother nature shall grow tired of our backtalk and sass and she will ground us. She will use every method of punishment to show us our wrong doings. Her trees shall grow through our homes. And when we have no shelter her storms shall rain and destroy and we will run to her caves. They will close shut. We will run to the forests they will grow far to thick to advanced. She will feel no sympathy no remorse no mercy and then and only then will we see. We only have one mother. And We need to respect her.

Morning eggs

As I sit here eating my morning eggs
A shirt on my back, and jeans on my legs,
they can't protect me from those dsys,
And the feelings I get from hearing yur name,
I miss you so and yern to have,
The love and days we could of had,
So as I salt my wounds and my morning eggs,
I drift bac off to those happy days.