Sand

We have two bodies,
Both joined in time,
Two bulbs and a middle,
Feelings pass through ever so fine,

A river flows through,
But soon runs dry,
Flip us back over,
I give you what's mine,

You give me what's yours,
And we fill back up,
Together we came,
With times sweetest luck.

to clear your mind

" Imagine yourself walking through a forest, as you walk down the path you hear running water, you follow the sound and found yourself at a giant river, you look stream and see someone standing there, You begin to walk towards this figure, you get close enough to see them but you stay far enough away so they don't notice you, You focus in on the person and you see that it is yourself, and you see that you have boxes, each with a different label. one is regret, one is sadness, one is worry, and one is stress. you watch as the second you begins to take the contents of the boxes and toss them into the river. as each item flows away you feel more and more relieved, and as the last piece flows away you feel a sensation of pure bliss. at this moment the brush behind you begins to rustle, it startles you and you turn around quickly, now you see the one person that would make this moment completely perfect, they wrap you in a warm and loving hug and whisper "every thing is okay.""

Wake up in the morning, Wipe the shit out of your eyes,
Feet on the ground, stretch, and then rise,
Walk through the darkness, and look in the mirror,
What stares back at you seems so clear,
A vision of the past, and things you have learned,
It is now you see, the early bird catches the worm.

self realization # 1

Something inside you fell in love with her. And you just wish that you could shield her from all those dirty little things life has to offer. You also wish you could hide her from the things that could draw her away. But you can not do that. She has a life outside of you, accept that. She has friends outside of you, Okay. Some of them are guys, accept that. It is okay to worry, and she assures you of that, but you still feel guilty. Its okay you are human. You love her, and she loves you. You love how she makes you feel, how she makes you happy. She is here for you no matter what, and you know you will love her till the day you die, and shit.. maybe some time after that. Just remember, you are human, its okay to get jealous, its okay to worry, just don't let it rule you, or your relationship.

There are things I can't do,
Places I can"t be,
But one thing I need,
Is for you to believe,

This distance is far,
And I know that it is hard,
But your love is like tar,
And is stuck on my heart,

We both have things,
That we know can sting,
Sometimes we are fighters in a ring,
But others like a bard when he sings,


There are things I can't do,
Places I can"t be,
But one thing I need,
Is for you to believe.

The Bridge

Somewhere there is a bridge. It is not in this world, but in the dream world. It is a bridge that every person crosses to get to their dreams. We don't remember this bridge because we cross it in that in between time, you know the one where you jump sometimes because you feel like your falling? Well that jump or shake you feel is your dream body tripping while crossing this bridge. If you trip on the bridge you can fall to your nightmares. Some people remember the bridge but most people don't. There is something really special about that old cobble stone Victorian bridge. It is said that if you go to sleep at the same time as someone that you really love, your dream bodies will meet up here and they will hold hands to make sure they both get across safely.  

Perfect Attendance

As a kid I always felt as if I was different. I felt as if I had some sort of ability that others didn't have. I always believed that there was more to life than what we could see, but I never expected this kind of proof. It was many years ago. I was in primary school, fifth grade to be exact. I don't remember much but I do remember that... that thing. I don't know what it was or where it came from but, it was not human. And I am almost certain that wasn't even from this world. Written in this journal are my first hand experiences of those three days, the days that changed me forever.

DAY ONE

Today was just like every other day. I woke up, got dressed, and went to school. But once I got there, something was different. There was a feeling, almost of suspense, and almost of deep, deep sorrow. As I walked through the school the kids and teachers seemed oblivious to the rest of the world. They seemed, if I dare say, like zombies. They were going about their day as they always did but with more a monotonous rhythm. As the day progressed I noticed, people were missing. Not just missing but literally disappeared. I had seen them earlier in the day but now, they are gone. I couldn't figure it out but the day came to an end and it was time to go home.

I tried telling my parents about it but they just laughed and told me how big of an imagination I had. This wasn't my imagination, I knew it wasn't.

DAY TWO

Today started the same as yesterday. Clothes, go to school, etc. But when I got there today I noticed something. There was some kind of energy surrounding the school. I don't know what it was but I could feel it, and it wasn't right. I asked m mom if she could see it but she said that she felt strange and needed to go home. I got out of the car and she left. I walked into school and it was the same as before, the people I knew but monotone. There were less people today. I began to notice that a person would be standing there and all of a sudden just fade away. This frightened me but I was determined to just make it through the day and ignore what ever was happening. But I started noticing it more and more. Two people would be talking and one would just fade away. The other just continued on with their day like nothing happened. I don't understand. Am I the only one who sees this? Is this the only place this is happening? I was scarred. I could see that energy all day. It was like the heat waves you see above pavement on a hot day but it was thicker, and had a red tint to it. I didn't know what it was, but I did feel like it was behind whatever was happening.

DAY THREE

Today I got to school, and it was worse, way worse. This energy had become a physical being that looped through the school without a beginning or an end. I began to notice people surrounded by the energy that this “thing” seemed to create. What happened next terrified me. I watched as the energy surrounded a kid and it ate him. Not like it wrapped around him and he vanished, no it literally ate him. I saw him being picked limb from bloody limb as this hellish being devoured him. I began to hear a noise. It was distant at first but it grew and grew until it was nearly deafening. After a few minutes I realized what I was hearing. It was the screams of my friends, my teachers, and now my family. I felt myself being surrounded with the energy so I ran. I began to yell at everyone I saw so that I could warn them but they did nothing. I ran until I found a bathroom. I ran inside and I hid under the sink. Soon the screams died down and became plain static. I stood and looked in the mirror, and what I saw scared me more than the screams, than the energy in the school, than any nightmare I had ever had. When I looked into the mirror all I saw was a never ending loop of energy with a glowing red tint.

I'll admit it, fuck it, I'll yell it, I AM HUMAN. I am the greatest example of what being human is. I love, I hate, I laugh, and I cry. I do all these stupid little things that make up humanity but yet I hate myself for doing them. I am nothing special and I will be the first to tell you that I don't like myself very much but you know what? I am perfect. Maybe to you I'm not perfect but, I am the most perfect me I can be. I am the best damn me I can be.

Lost

you lead me along like a wilo-the-wisp,
Lead from my path with a feeling of bliss,
I follow your light but when I get near,
The bliss starts to flicker and you soon dissapear.

Patience

Its strange I can hardly breath,
With these fingers that strongly squeeze,
They grip oh so very tight,
As I sit and wonder tonight,

I miss your voice,
I miss your eyes,
I have a jealousy,
In which I despise,
I'm so sorry for the stress I cause,
I wish my mind had an acceptance clause,
I love you so much and that won't change,
So please forgive the emotions I have in my brain.

Wandering

I've traveled this land and fought many things,
Treacheous witches and poisonous stings,
I've kill many men by the sword in my hand,
And many a woman have falen for this man,
I am a writter a poet they say,
With pen as a weapon to my final day,
Ill sling my words like a warriors dance,
Or ill tread lightly a fresh fawns prance,
From the forests, and snow coverd mountains,
To the dark city, and its dried up fountains,
Ill travel this land and face many things,
But in the end all I have, are these words that I sing.

Politics Of A Lonely Life

We go through motions,
tides of our own ocean,
a man made monstrosity
a blood red sea,

For years I've hid,
my insecurities and fear,
with cigarettes, orange bottles, and empty beers,
and with each little thing
death comes near,

and now there's a hole in my heart special fit for you
 and one in my head where the bullet went through
 and all that's on my mind is a brass casing
and a soul covered in gunshot residue.

i miss what we had,
what we could have,
and now i reside,
in a world halved,

a million miles,
or only three hours,
the distance is far but worth the while,
as long as you're here,
my love will never be in denial.

Fuck Shit Up! Pat The Bunny

This is one of those songs that really hits me, Apunk rock song wont ever change the world, but i can tell you about a couple that changed me.

I don't believe in cops, bosses, or politicians. Some call that anarchism. I call it having a fucking heart that beats!
I do believe in freedom and never giving up. Call my methods madness or call them luck. I do what I got to to be able to breathe! And if you quit your job well, you can do a little breathing with me. A punk rock song won't ever change the world. But I can tell you about a couple that changed me. So, tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up! Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up! Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up! So sing with me now! Whoaaa Whoaaa Whoa-a-a-a. Whoaaa Whoaaa Whoa-a-a-a. 
Punk rock song won't ever change the world!
But I can tell you about a couple that changed me!
So, tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!
Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!
Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!
Oh yeah oh yeah!
Whoaaa! Whoaaa! Whoa-a-a-a! Whoaaa! Whoaaa! Whoa-a-a-a!
Whanana Uh-uh-uh-oh!
Whanana Uh-uh-uh-ohhhh!

The Holder of Regret

This my spin at a piece of "The Holders" series. I hope you enjoy!

The Holder of Regret

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In any city or any town. There is a building, one that seems to be in decay, forgotten, and unattended. Travel here, and find a way inside. It may be through a window, an open door, or maybe an old rusted fire escape, it matters not.

Once inside you will hear a distant almost faded voice speak to you, if it does not, then leave for it is waiting in the shadows to get a jump on you. The voice will ask you why you are here. Reply boldly “I am here to see The Holder of Regret!” You will hear a shriek and the building will shake at your very uttering of this Holders name.

A door will open to a dark staircase, be careful because even though it seems like it goes up it is only an illusion. If you are not aware you will fall down this staircase surely to your death. If you see a light at the bottom as you descend turn back now, if you do not then take each step as you would.

The further down you go the more it will seem like the walls are closing in, and the steps are getting narrower. It will get so narrow you will have to sidestep. As you do this it feels as if the walls are closing on you, when this happens, stop, stand your ground and show no fear, if you try to hurry the walls will open quickly and the Holders shade will descend on you and take your soul. If you stop, and embrace the chance of death the walls will return to their natural width and you can continue.

Once you make it to the bottom of the stairs, there will be a door. Do not touch it, do not motion towards it. This door will only lead you to a fate worse than any sinners Hell. You will hear three sets of six knocks on this door, it will open itself.

You will see a figure. He will be suspended by a horrible set of chains and pulleys. Chains are attached directly to the bone of each limb, as if making a chain and flesh pentacle. He will beg you to help him get free, do not. Instead tell him, “The chains that bid you today, are the chains you set in your past.” The body will begin the shriek and the pulleys will start spinning, ripping the body apart. Do not close your eyes fore you will suffer the same fate. In the place of the mangled body will lay a pocket watch. This time piece has the power to turn back all of time and erase everything that has ever happened. It is your choice to unlock it or not.

Love in the outbox

As I sit there silently zoning out, nodding off,
Something grabs my attention, like a sickly mans sudden cough,
I grab my phone, unlock, read message,
And each word I read,  is a brand new lesson,
I smile as I read, your amazing, I love you,
And the way you smile I know that your words true,
Modern romance, a tale for a lifetime,
And if nothing else I know, I see you in mine.

Song for my love

I wanted to sing you a sweet lylaby, so I grabbed my guitar and I learned how to fly, you asked me how and I said just grab my hand, with your love and mine we've got a pretty good plan. So we flew away into a tyedye sky, watchin the days of our lives flow by, living for now not a single regret, and now you can see my deepest secrets.

Exploration

Imagine a place. A stretch of land. A great stretch, that was not conjested with roads and highways. That wasn't dotted with large cities only small towns and self-supportive settlements. A place where man is free to wander and explore. Where he can travel and live on his own terms. Where it is his job to defend himself and he can stand his own. Now imagine the positive effects this place would have. There would be much less pollution, more nature, and the opportunity to live a life filled with adventure and completeness. This place is my heaven, and the yearning in my heart for the open roaming adventure is my god. I just pray that someday we can have a place like this, not just a concrete slab filled with steel and cold souls.