Day 330

The blaring of horns

As gravity prepares

To fall the ball

To signal in the year

To be and turn the old year

To the end.

Day 329: In Memory of

Dear readership,

Recently I had an acquaintance of mine pass away. It's been difficult to grasp in my young age that life is so fleeting. One day we are here the next we are not. Urryan was a good person, a funny person and I only wish for him to rest in peace and that he hopefully can find solace where ever he is. RIP Urryan

Mike Hand

Day 328

The flashing screen

Crack for the common man

His idea

Spread as seed

To the idiots;

Fools-

Sit with the drug

As they lose control

Do what they're told

Complacently,

Calmly,

Quickly.

Day 327

Finish line

Has its numbered made

In plain sight

Yet so far

From the butcher's

Meal plan.

Day 326

I still have it

5...4....

The key to the mind

3...2...

I don't

1

The countdown ends

Soul seals

The way of life

Forgotten of glory

To the soul full

Mind

1

1

1

In the head

Of the soldier

Who's countdown

Ended.

Day 325

The secret life

A fact well known

The crouched amazement

In a dreamlike world

Tigers and bears

Oh my

The world

Of dreams

Day 324

Holy day

Of holy days

The star which

Shines brightly

But one night

Gleams the heavens

Kisses the cheeks

Of soft baby skin

Before going to year past

And leaving the sky

Behind.

Day 323

The brightening

Flashes

(Star scapes

Pure sound.)

The eyes of

The young child

By the window

Not knowing

What tomorrow

Brings.

Today

Is all there is

For the truth

Of lies.

Day 322

Marching morons

Hitting the lawn

Like the sound

Of drums.

Day 321

Humble forests

Grow from roots

A disguised blessing

Granted by those

In fig leaves

Of the land.

Day 320

A tip off

Is all it can do

For the god

Who waits alone

Aloof of the night

In the flames.

Day 319

The demonstrations

Running in the street

A peacock in flight

Tails extended

Can't get off the ground

While the tiger

Creeps from the bush.

Day 318

Dear Pluto,

I regret to inform

The new upon you

That this is all true

We have discovered your trickery

We never liked you anyway

Especially not after

You broke and entered our orbits.

Love,

The Sun.

Day 317

I am the man

Who lives in a box

Searching for cardboard

To make a mansion.

I am the man

Who makes his own fate

In his life

For the guarantee

Of liberty;

Freedom;

Happiness;

Love

That will never be

For the man

Who finds his freedom

In a box.

Day 316

The pouring sea

Outside of the soul

The old is excused

For the new;

(A musky husk

Sitting in a chair).

The watery sea of souls

In the line of fire

For those we see

Who are not be.

Day 315

Wiring in gold

Wiring in silver

A wish to dream

Caught in the intersection

Man shall be gone

Woman shall be gone

But mayflies are they

In the scheme

Of the wires.

Day 314

Journeying

In the aquatic

Land of wires

A current time

For neon in peace.

Day 313

Exhaustion

The wave of typos

And poor writing

Which rides

Over a tired mind

Day 312

One hundred hours

Waiting in ices

For the box

To open

For the night

Day 311

Traveling waters

A wicked trail

Of cursed witches

Who sit on the beach

While the money flows

So you can feel good

About yourself

How are these

Our heroes?

Day 310

[Let me tell you,

Of the King of the World;

How he broke-

Naked on the Hills of Pennsylvania]

It's the second time

I'm standing in line

The same show;

Different night

Seeing everyone naked in the rain.

It's breaking me to say

That I'm the king of the world

But I can't climb

The Hills of Pennsylvania.

(Three years back

So close to everything

Gone from his fingers

On the Hills of Pennsylvania)

I never realized

These hills are so big

If I lose my will

I will break.

(If you're the

King of the World

You can climb-

You can be)

What am I?

(My lordship)

Who am I?

(My lordship)

Why am I?

(To break)

No don't turn

And leave the green hills

I've left myself

Naked in the rain now.

A fool to all

(Break)

On these hills

(Break)

Breaking

(Burn)

A burning in my head

Water; Pouring body

In flames

(Burn)

[And that was hell

The man who had everything

You could ever want

King of the world

God of man

Stood broken

And naked to the world

On the Hills of Pennsylvania].

Day 309

I can't see

What the others hear

In the noises

Of the sounds

I know.

Day 308

The rising sun

Of nonsense

In west

The sun rises no more.

Day 307

Standing in line for the second time

Tonight by the way I see you

Just over the hills of Pennsylvania.

Lately

Lately

I just want to break

From what is

I would've had it all

But that shall never be.

The truth stands in sheep's clothing

I know where the reality lies

But I can't look at my face

Every morning now.

Lately

Lately

I just want to break

From what is

I would've had it all

But that shall never be.

The hills are larger than they look

All I can do is stare as you

Turn and leave me here

Atop this hill

King of the-

King of the world

Am I

But I'm breaking

I can't take it

I'm breaking.

Break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break

Break, break, break, break, break, break

(The king of the world)

Breaking, breaking, breaking, breaking, breaking

(The king of the world atop a hill)

Breaking, breaking, breaking

(Has it all)

Breaking, breaking, breaking

(Lost what he never had)

Breaking, breaking, breaking

(And now he breaks)

Break, break, break, break, break

(Atop the hills of Pennsylvania).

Day 306

Husk of the withered

World drying at the tips

Of a fiery pit

We know not

Of hell in Earth

Or heaven in sky

But only of man

In dirt.

Day 305

Hit

In the side

Of knowledge behath

Towards fire

Of ice.

Day 304

Run Johnny

From the land

Today the nights fall

And the darkness rises

In the starless night

Of artificial light.

Day 303

Silence falling

Never fun

For victim

Whose eyes be carved

When the darkness comes.

Day 302

Crashing reality

With out a kick start

Into the jungle

Of no wisdom

Where waits the tiger

Of all things.

Day 301

Happy thoughts

Swimming in the sea

Of unknowing depression.

The sound of fire

Waiting on shore

As the remembrance are held

For happy thoughts.

Day 300

The march of

The soldiers

In a line

From one to ten

Down the rows

Ornate of red

To the war

They sit once more

Stones of grey.

Day 299

The capture

To the hill

Huge success

Operation

For those involved.

Day 298

The light

Is the way

From work

To work

In the circle

Of cyclic life.

Day 297

Running in circles

The words of few

Jumping in circles

To find a truth.

Day 296

I think I'll stay

For a good time

In this land

It's almost an art

For myself

Sitting on the wings

Watching the show

Unfold.

Towards a time

I see the truth

Of the fire you hold

Before the cave

The darkness encroaching

The flame dies

As the dark beings

March to victory.

Day 295

The beating wings

Of intense heat

In the land of battle

You see not

What can be seen.

Day 294

Whirring tags

Flying above

Head of a boy

Who knows

Not what it means.

Day 293

Thanks

To the giving

Of the giver

To the know er

Which waits to know

The truth in reality.

Day 292

A flower grows

Outside the yard

In Brooklyn flourishing

Like a pot to flame

A poor mouse burning.

Day 291

Flying

Like a redwood

Of leaves in the grass

A snake of sorts

Slithering

For the kill.

Day 290

Speed of light

Navigating the dots

Across the wild darkness

Over yonder

Secrets of the mind

Lost in the war

At the

Speed of Light.

Day 289

Flying

In a state

Of power

Of grace

And ease

Of need.

Day 288

Fluid, fluid

Spoke the poet

More, more

Spoke the poet

Five more times (with feeling)

Spoke the poet.

Day 287

Growing pain

Spreading

The sooner

Before the later

Growing

Growing

Growing

Growing

Day 286

The ocean

Roaring waves

Of aquatic love

Lapping the feet

Of the people

For their good.

Do they know?

Can they know?

Why this is?

Day 285

Just keep pushing

Just keep traveling

Until you find the button

To push.

Day 284

Rushing wind

Like water in the air

Less gentle than a breeze

Or an aqueduct

Of everything we see.

Day 283

Constants walking

Off the side

Of the world

Into a sea

Of nothing

Devouring life

In a fire

You can't

See.

Day 282

Sight dying

Everything out of mind

For my only

Lonely day

Out of mind

Day 281

Losing the soul

Of all that is

To all that never was

What a greater pain

Then one that cannot be imagined?

Day 280

On a peak

What a long drop

The ease of falling

Where pain

Penetrates not

Into the abyss

Of the human soul.

Day 279

Understanding slipping from

The insane darkness

Of the trolling lines

Which the man

Sit and see

For their folly

They never see a dime

For the err of man

Is there never a penny

Yet still they show

By dozens

Ants at a meal

To catch a single picture

Of what all is

A day in the life

Of a single being.

Day 278

They say a drink

Remedies all

Except for the

Chronicles of war.

Father, one of my man wrote this to me the other day and I am curious of what you think about this bit of poetry.

Your revolutionary son,

Benedict Wellington

Day 277

Stressful thoughts

Rising in succession

From wave to wave

Like a submarine

On the surface of land

Flying through the land

A yellow surface

Ice cracking beneath

The weight of you and me.

Day 276

You know they say you never know what it's like to shoot a gun before you stand in front of a man, your adrenaline pumping, while he aims to kill. The weight of the gun and the pack on your back is enough to hinder your thought. By this I mean it becomes absolutely clear that if you don't shoot first you will be going home in a body bag. That weight is just enough to at the very least have kept my mind from wondering and allowing me to live. Others weren't so lucky like those who faced me. Every day now I see there faces wrapped in a blood curdling scream and I know that when I die they shall be there to meet me once more.

Even before entering this hell house I was one damned good marksman. You know those carnival gun games that are rigged with terrible sights? Let's just say that the guy there didn't know what to make of me. He was clearly impressed but seemed relieved to be free of me once he gave me my teddy bear. I then made the teddy bear do a victory dance. Make of that what you will but keep in my mind that the biggest bad ass in this room is staring you down. That bear is no longer among us like many of my comrades. That was my story, what my whole life was. A bear and some killing.

Sometimes I wonder, was it worth it? Then I look at all of you, how you are still alive, how you can still laugh, smile and play and I realize that it was all more than worth it. Perhaps I do only say this because I was lucky enough to get out alive but I genuinely think that. This is why I am here in front of you today.

I wish to start a new life and I hope that you, ladies and gentleman of the Commission for the Lives of the People, will allow me start anew starting with a change from professions. I genuinely hope that you will allow my request through.

Your Loyal Soldier,

Benedict Wellington

Day 275

Red

Seeing on the plain

Sprouting like flowers

All that is left

Red.

Day 274

A slipping of thought

In the mind

I cannot realize

Where my soul

Has gone slipping,

They've all gone slipping

Away.

Day 273

Shorten your arms

They're weakening

Like the slipping of days

Away.

Day 272

Where's the future

Your mother once held

So dear in the flames

Of adoration

At the cliffs of nothing

For the benefit

Of he who walks

By night?

Day 271

You call this

A home

When I can make

Those ugly tributes

To the Muse

As well?

What home

Is a home

If there are no tributes

Of beauty and joy

To the Muse?

Day 270

A clown

Is not what everyone loves

A creep behind a mask

Of make up and stunts

Wearing a fake smile

For you

Is not

(What everyone loves:

A clown)

Day 269

Watching

A blank face

In the night

Of the nothing moon

Just watching

Nothing worse then what you do

On the night of the nothing moon.

Day 268

How can I

I only want to

I mean no harm

How may I

Maybe, possibly

How can I

Help.

Day 267

The sun is leaving

To be no more

On the other side

Of the horizon.

Day 266

Raining passions

Pouring in the sea

Of no subtle

Peace or war

In the cloudy night

Above.

Day 265

There is no need

Anymore for the answer

To the question you didn't know

The search is over

Stop missing it

You sentimental fool.

Day 264

Resting waters

Sitting on the surface

Of unbreakable difficulties

Clouding the judgement

Aquatic fields

Like a just

King on a thrown.

Day 263

(Scene begins. A disheveled revolutionary named John and his Fellow hides in a bush and John turns to his Fellow).

John: We can't take much more.

Fellow: No, no we can't but look John we have to. We must to preserve the sacredness of all that is good in life, all that is good in capitalism and all that is good about flowers.

John: They will never be only green and red but now they can be yellow and purple and maybe even pinkle!

Fellow: I don't really know if pinkle is a color but now you have that spirit again! Now do we need to go over the plan?

John: You get the back?

Fellow: Yes.

(John and Fellow split up in opposite directions. As John rounds a corner 2 monstrous creatures attempt to ambush him. He disposes of them and enters the building, gun drawn. There is a great commotion by creatures which look similar to the monstrous creatures.)

John: Calm down, I am only here for The Guide. If The Guide is handed over immediately then no one will be harmed. I repeat I am only here for The Guide.

Creature Leader: How did you get through our guards?

John: Don't think you're immune to bullets. (everyone panics). I see what you are doing, you are pretending to be human so that I will go away. Well guess what, it isn't going to happen! Now all you stinking monsters will give me The Guide and no one will be hurt.

CL: We have many guides, which do you want?

John: The Guide! Don't give me that blank face! I want The Guide now or else there will be repercussions!

(At this point Fellow walks out with his gun to a high ranking Creature).

John: What did you do? This wasn't the mission!

Fellow: Do you have any choice but to go along with it?

High Rank: Look I have a family, let me go and I'll give you anything you want.

Fellow: Bullshit. (High Rank struggles).

John: Let him go!

CL: Who are you talking to?

(It's apparent that no one else knows that Fellow and High Rank are in the room).

John: Please, just let him go.

Fellow: Nah (Fellow kills High Rank).

John: I can't let you get away with this. (He empty a clip at Fellow but with the appearance of no holes anywhere).

Fellow: Pointing a stick at me won't do anything. I'm you. I'm you. I AM YOU! (Fellow attacks John as we get our first look at reality. John is in fact a disheveled man with a stick who appears to be attacked by nothing as he runs out of the building. Reality and John's mind begin to meld for the viewer as reality morphs into John's mind before John suddenly falls. In reality we see him picked up by the police. Cut to the interrogation room. There is an officer and the atmosphere is more like that of an interview).

Officer: So John, can you tell me what happened?

John: Fellow told me our mission was-

Officer: Fellow?

John: The name of one of the revolutionaries.

Officer: So you were part of a revolution. What for?

John: He's here. In the corner.

Officer: Who, Fellow?

John: Yes, in that corner right there. (He is there for John but not the Officer who only sees an empty chair).

Officer: We'll make him go away if you tell us everything.

(Fellow gets up and walks to John).

Fellow: You can't trust him.

John: Get away!

Officer: Is he here?

John: Get away!

Officer: I'm sorry but my job is to be here!

John: Get away!

Officer: Doctor! (A doctor comes in and takes him away. Years later he walks out of the hospitable and walks into a park where he meets his grandchild).

Child: Grandpa, you're back!

John: Yes I am! Let's go on the swings!

Child: OK!

(They both go on the swing laughing. Cut back to reality and John is laughing at an empty swing while on a nearby area such as a hill stands Fellow, laughing. End scene.)

Day 262

Standing flowers

Wilting in the silence

Watching a daylight

Light the night

Of fire purpose

Like a water pond

Reflections in the night

Knowledge of the day

What a life.

Day 261

Running of steps

Against cement

Like a cricket

Who sees a reflection

In the sand.

Day 260

The shining spectacle

Moving through the air

Like a sweeping motion

Taking the souls

Of what would be

In the fire of life

Lying to the truth

Of all things

What has the world become?

Day 259

Traveler's war band

Tracking the dessert

Harsh sand scraping

Into the boots

Rubbing against the skin

Abrasively

Passively

As if it did this all the time

Painfully

Angrily

As if it was tired of doing this

And so they marched.

Day 258

The end of the closing

Zipper in the line

We'll meet you at the doors

Of the universe.

Day 257

I see no end

To the mayhem

Of yesterday

The death throes

Societal screw up

In the fires of

Life and death.

Day 256

Sleeping with a gun

Beneath your pillow

While you hold on

To your slipping thought

Of what reality is;

Should be.

Day 255

Fancy jargon

Floating in the river

Keeping the eyes

Afloat

Through the darkness

Of cold shadows

Constricting

Closing

On the soul

Day 254

Setting moon

Causing the fires

To stop in respect

A beauty leaving

The night sky

Giving heed to day

Day 253

It was a Wednesday like any other at the studio as crowds of people crowded the studio audience to watch there idol provide a performance like non other. No one knew the guest on today's show except that it would be some one famous and that it was neither the president nor Oprah.

Then the curtains flew back to a great applause as a tall man with beautiful curly brown hair stepped from behind the curtain. His walk was almost that of a party drunk but had to much confidence to be that of a party drunk. His eyes were warm and full of greetings to the crowd they scoured but in reality they hid a dark truth to himself that he could never let out. His name was Bach Sius and he was the host of the popular game show The Games just a few years ago before it was cancelled due to budget restrictions. It should be noted that Bach Sius has not been seen since then.

"Hello, and welcome to The Games! Today we have a very special show that will focus on the mythology of the ancient Greeks but first I would like to ask yourselves to restrain yourselves- yes something I know is hard to do around me- as our special guest is one of great stature. Now introducing the Prime Minister of Italy, Joviani!"

Much to both Joviani and Bach's dismay the crowd broke out into cries of booing. One guest had the audacity to ask "How's Mary?" to which Joviani famously replied "she's fine" wishing to give a simple answer that would not vindicate him in the ongoing moral scandal. When the scandal was resolved he made it clear that his actions during the show were influenced by how the audience reacted to him.

"Are you ready?" asked Bach

"Yes" said Joviani

"Remember, we're not gods and we got this in the bag" whispered Bach (better known as Bacchus) into Joviani's (better known as Zeus) ear.

"Got you" said Zeus right back.

"Then let the games begin!" Said Bacchus getting right back to his show. "First question: Who is Zeus?"

"I am- I mean the lord of the sky and supreme ruler of all gods" said Zeus correcting himself

"Look who thinks he's confident" said Bacchus teasing. "Who is Hestia?"

"A dirty, terrible, ugly whore who-" He was cut off by Bacchus' look of fear, "I mean the goddess of the home."

"Absolutely correct. How many girls in here would appeal to Zeus?"

Much to the audience's horror he gave them a good long stare. As soon as his stare ended he began to count on his fingers and when he finished counting on his fingers he looked at Bacchus and said "507" despite not having 507 fingers. To destroy the tension he also added "and Matt" secretly hoping that nobody would guess that the supreme god's favorite past time was watching The Doctor save the universe for himself.

"That sounds about right" said Bacchus, unsure of the actual answer itself. "Call me Matt" said Bacchus hoping for another laugh which worked. The show went on in this way until the million dollar question.

"Who is Haphaestus" asked Bacchus

"I think I need to use lifelines" said Zeus. Instead of simply asking the audience himself he summoned his son Hermes to ask the audience for them. Hermes told him the audience was sure that Haphaestus was the son of Zeus how ever Zeus did not wish to admit to having an ugly child on public television despite having pretty much admitted that he liked Russel T. Davies Nu Who stories compared to Stephen Moffat's, something tantamount to heresy in the fan base. To this extent he had Hermes call the other gods, Hera, Poseidon, Hades, Eros and even Athena all said that Haphaestus was Zeus' son.

"If you don't answer soon, we'll have to stop the questioning" said Bacchus a look of fear in his eyes.

"Very well, you call the forge guy" said Zeus to Hermes. Luckily "the forge guy" happened to be Haphaestus who in his anger at his father shouted through the phone that he was Haphaestus and that he was the God of the forge before Aphrodite interrupted him and Hermes hung up the phone. Zeus having acute ears caught the entire conversation and answered the correct answer and had no need to confess that he has and ugly son. When everything calmed down and all were gone Hermes looked to Bacchus and said:

"Maybe it was a good idea that we never told him about Midas."

"Yeah this was far more amusing then watching him turn Hera, Haphaestus, Aphrodite and Ares into gold. Want to get a drink?" said Bacchus

"Sure" and the two walked away, while Zeus now had the money to hire a lawyer to get out of trouble and never once realized that he was on a game show on unnecessary until about a year later when similar events happened with a younger girl and he snapped his fingers as a get out of jail free card. Never the less Zeus learned his lesson, game shows are always out to get you. Whether or not this is the lesson Bacchus and Hermes looked to teach will never be known because they refuse to reveal it.

Day 252

The watery grave

Of Poseidon

Sinking from the sea

Into Hades journey

Like all else

The mortal gods

Wonder there fate

In little need of no help.

Day 251

Walking fields

In the waking mists

Of watery oceans

The giants roam.

Day 250

Carrying the carriage

Of the human

In the bag of fir

If the leaves grow

We know something's wrong

In the blaze

Of heaven

The err of man

Shall sit in crown

The clouds fading

(Separating)

Through the dark night

The folly of man

Growing

In the flames of life

For all to see

Do you have no shame?

Man's err forever known

Do you have no shame?

(What shame may I have

When all is known

To all but me?

What does it matter

When all is known

To all but me

And I know not

Of what is known?)

If the blaze starts

On the grown leaves

Of the Fir bag

What is the difference

What trouble we are in?

The vanity of man

Stops the err of man

The plain sight of it

From being known.

Err of man

Darkness from nothing

And all

Is the err of man.

When the err is not seen

What difference does the err make?

Day 249

Sail on Chris

Till the golden shores

Of wafty meadows

Wait on the sea

For he who is brave

To claim.

Day 248

Pow in the night

The bats of lore

Flying on the water

For your soul.

Day 247

Controlling winds

In the western sea

Of flaming eyes

Sitting the troll king

His laugh like windy demise

To the bells who ring

Death's fortune

In your ears

Of young.

Day 246

Days of sunny

Fire in the rain

Not unlike a tree

Coming off the roof.

Day 245

The following guilt

A blind man by the hand

Led to his thought

Of what is to be done

In the age of old

What has been lost

A marvel of man

The follower of a thought

A precedent in all

Power to be gained

A blind man by the hand

Led to his thought

In his old age

What never was

Slipping by

Forever.

Day 244

Tick tock

Tick tock

Ticka tocka

Till the clock goes bang

Clattering on the floor.

Day 243

The sun is gone

The sun clouds are here

To herald the arrival

Of the king

The king is coming

On trumpets blare

For the sun clouds are here

To herald its return.

Day 242

Encroaching fear

A jump away

Nothing in the darkness

Everything is there.

Day 241

I want to be

A me

And I'm not fond

Of you encroaching

On me

Day 240

Days are slipping

Through the fingers

Of cracked time

Breaking away from gravity

Like a field of dreams

And a sea of fire.

Day 239

Ready pressure

To be in flames

A new fire

Across a sea of

Hope

And possibilities

A sea of

Nothing

But chaos and despair.

A sea nonetheless

Day 238

Flying dutches

Skip cross the wing

Of the sea

On fire

Day 237

I'm nothing to this

For the glory of nothing

I'm nothing to this now.

Day 236

Noise noise and noise

This is terrifying knowledge

All of noise.

Day 235

No water in the sky

Pouring in the flood

No ark on ground

To save your soul.

Day 234

2 waiting near fire

3 waiting near sky

4 waiting near earth

So why do you

Wait near the sea

As the waves crash

Do you see the truth

In the collapsing water and sand?

1 waiting by the sea

Seeing only the truth

Of the storm.

Day 233

I hear the pebble creeping

Into the water

Rolling into the pond

Nothing to see

As hearing mixed

To sight

A flow of weather

In the sound of fire

Drums ring in taste

Nothing makes sense

As the pebble creeps into the pond.

Day 232

There is no sun

There is no sun

Hiding in clouds

Where'd you go?

Day 231

I have seen the fear

Of the lonely anger

The night's running

In a circle

Can't you see

The spelling

Of the shadows.

AR TI FO LI ME RO NE DE PU ME

Day 230

A shining house

Flying on the ground

Like a shiny horizon

Exotic in the sea

Skimming ground.

Day 229

Seeing not to know

In the depths of sea

Rising waves

To forever know

The great nothing.

Day 228

Would you cross the mountains

To find the answer to the question

Asked so long ago.

Why do you watch when you see?

We know the answer is:

I wish to see before it is to late

Fore when I cannot see I do not wish to regret not seeing

I wish to hear before it is to late

Fore when I cannot hear I do not wish to regret not hearing

I wish to feel before it is to late

Fore when I cannot feel I do not wish to regret not feeling

I wish to smell before it is to late

Fore when I cannot smell I do not wish to regret not smelling

I wish to taste before it is to late

Fore when I cannot taste I do not wish to regret not tasting.

And I wish to know before it is to late

Fore when I cannot know

I will not know to regret not knowing.

Day 227

So pretty

In pinkle

Flying in dark

Of floating night

In the fiery eye

Of nothing tonight

Is the truth.

Day 226

Floating horizons

Through the sea

Of nothingness

Flying in the shadows

Lack of coherence

In the fire

And the burning pot.

Day 225

Day flying

Catching flies

Eyes up high

A gaze of power

And night of doom

Descending in fire and mist

A forest of fir

In the noon

Of nothing.

Day 224

Night crawler

Crossing the horizon

Cloudy storm

The horizon shrinking

Over by the sun

Don't look

There crawls the night crawler.

Day 223

The world is shrinking

The sea is shrinking

The moon is flying

'Cross the sky

At a low time

Of money

And thought

The moon

Is corporate america.

Day 222

Red moon

Flaming orb of sky

Haunting the night

With your masterful aura

The red moon

Is on the rise.

Day 221

There is a river

Flowing up wards

Against the beat

Angel wing's pulse

Flying in the air

The river runs

The angel beats it's wings

Running river run away

Keep your distance

When the angel beats its wings.

Day 220

Ten

To the days

Of dust flowing on ground

A river leaving

Level ground

All in the past

Remaining

Through the future

Permeating through thoughts

Terror and terror and terror

And finally

The silence.

Day 219

Crush the sun

Send it into a wing

Up in the air

Thinly veiled

Hidden pilots

Jacks in the box

Popping when needed

Out into the world

Around a cooking pot.

Day 218

Is the moon full

Or does it fade away

In an illusion

To make us think

It is all there?

Day 217

The circle of the night

Forming the ring of day

Holes poked in it

As it is slowly eaten away

The ravenous hunger

Of the wolf sky

Until it is full

Does it stop and

Let

Go.

Day 216

The broken soldiers

All in a line

No dimensions but there own

The broken soldiers

An unseen to the seen

Forming rank

The broken soldiers

Falling like dominoes

And being beyond repair

The broken soldiers

What have you done to them

To break them so bad.

Day 215

Crawling in the skin

Of the life of man

The creeping loss

Of what you never had

Approaching anxiety

Thinking of what isn't lost

To you but perhaps to others

A transient nightmare

Darkness waking

All over you.

Day 214

The soul of yesterday

Creeping in the shadows

A jungle of truths

Built beneath the city of lies

As concrete creeps inward

The truth is known

On the shortness of all things

A fly on camera

To live and die

So soon after

In the after of today

And in the yesterday and tomorrow

The shortness of all things which is

The lack of spawn in reality

The lie that is life

To never be known.

213

Welling at the side

Of what is exists

What was and what shall be

All at the end of what is

A great sea to the future

A great sea to the past

A welling channel in the present

Swelling with strength

Swallowing more rocks

Stealing tomorrow

Like Robin Hood

And giving it

To what shall be

Keeping it from what shall never be.

Day 212

Story of a season

Closing a page

A sun setting

Fiery burst of happy

In sadness

Of water

Cooling energy

Making ground

Ending the story

The story of a season.

Day 211

Darkened skies

Showing among the lights

Of humanity on the ground

Pointing to the nothing.

Day 210

If nothing is real

Then how is it here

To be created in a pot

And spilled over a flame

To create

Nothing.

Day 209

Sounds of the after

Singing the praise of yesterday

Visiting in the dark

No night in the light

Breaking free from the cage

That holds them

In the sound

The sweet glorious sound

That touches your ears

Of a million angels

Humming there song

Through that which was

And never will be

Into what is and shall be

From yesterday to tomorrow

Is the sound heard

Splitting darkness and shadows

To make room for light

And destroy all evil

From forth the outpost of man

Never does it rise

Into the world.

A shadowy creation

Living in the song

Preying of off its fear

To create itself

Anew at the end of the song

Before another can start

That he may begin his own set

Like fire to fire

Shall he circle the notes which he plays

Dissonant on his recorder

And pure evil in the head

Sprouting the lies of tomorrow

In the world of today

So he may march

Upon the world of yesterday

And claim it as his own

As the song of today ends

Once more.

Day 208

A thick mist

Descending on the land

Blown by an imaginary wind

Screaming what is to be

To what is not to be

As the smelly mist

Smelling like a dozen rodents

Descends on the kingdom

And what is meets what is not

Will it live again.

Day 207

The stars are glowing

Through the endless nothing

A steady beat

Twinkling in the night

Seen on delay

A fleeting glimpse

Of what was once

And may no longer be.

Day 206

There never was a pause button

But to think if there was

They could do so much better

In the clouds of ice

And watery flames.

I'm quite glad actually

Its almost sad

To be so far away

And to almost feel

Like the wolf with glowing eyes

Pulsing red with evil

Right through my veins

How it feels now

Brain running cold

Through watery flames.

Day 205

They say there's a bad storm comin

Gonna blow on down lil red's roof

The big bad wolf is forming

In the clouds.

They say there's a bad storm comin

A big bad wolf is in the clouds

Sneering down on the metropolis

An old beast ready to march again

Towards to its death

To its end

With one last thing to do

Before it crumbles

A slow end

A painful end

Not knowing it is coming

But forcing others out

Of its path.

A big bad wolf is in the clouds

Looking for sheep

It will never find

Before the end

Sneering and howling

The wind and water

At its feet.

A big bad wolf is in the clouds

A big bad wolf shall leave us.

Day 204

Warm guns

Smelting through the sea

The mountain is the sea

The trees

Large waves

Rocking on the side

A rising sun

Peaking through leaves

And a setting sun

Scattered in leaves.

Day 202 and 203

One update due to absence from computer

202:

Happiness

A sword's fire

Dancing in the woods

A blazing light

In the night

Not moving through the fir.

A sword's fire

Not to be

Extinguished

To be.

203:

Hitting through

In confusing lines

A wizard in disguise

Loose on

Pure speed

God speed

Of the wizard.

Day 201

Notice: will not be near a computer for 2-3 days. Next update on either Friday or Saturday.

Sometimes a profound idea

Shaking the head

And awakening the beast

Reality will die

When the dark priest

Shall come from the temple

And time will crack at the seams

When the dark priest

Shall come from the temple.

Day 200

An ear mark

For the corner stone

Never seen

But once

With so little time left

But so much to go

In the sun

Middle of the sky

Slowly descending

Into the horizon

Sunken clouds.

Day 199

Rain is rising

As silence sets

A sun on the horizon

The closing of an era

To be continued

Anew in soon

The moon is pretty

But the daylight

Will be back for me

Anew in soon.

Day 198

Accidental coincidences

Raising questions

Asked not before.

Day 197

Anticipation

The rush is waiting on me

Going through me

A sugar rush

In the eyes of a child

Only tonight will tell us

What will happen

In wonderland.

Day 196

Reaching for a star

You will fall

Maybe you end

A little higher

But you will fall

To the sea

A shooting star

To grant another's wish

To reach

For the stars.

Day 195

Sweaty beads

Unfelt as they fall

Slowly down

Forehead glistening like a sea

In the morning

With spotlights raging.

Day 194

The stars are blinking

Into existence

Blinding the eyes

Sun going black

Insane people

Crawling from darkness

Shown the light.

Day 193

Lightning's breaker

Across the beaker of light

Fire which engrossed

The city of the stars

Crumbling at the feet

A hero with no song

No poem or story

Marching on those who fear

They fear him

The bringer of death

As blood drip from his hands

Lightning breaking

Through the clouds

And death crossing the night.

Day 192

Seen many people flooded

Through a sea of life

Not knowing where they're going

And getting washed away.

Memories of death and those dropped down

Into the sea of life

Being washed away and through.

Keep your eyes

Keep your eyes

Get on back

Home before the flood.

Watching ice

Fall on down from the sky

Hitting memories

Getting washed away.

Day 191

Majestically flowing

Through the winds of choice

Making the impossible

To be as a good man

Conquering the devil

Whose dice has been weighted

By the evils of man

And a solitude not even he

Can understand.

A good man

His cape majestically flowing

As a war rages around

Ravaging his mind

Opening his eyes

The destruction brought

The child was lost

At the cost of a victory.

Day 190

Lonely wanderer in the sand

Divine in appearance

With out a name

The master of time

A lonely god

In the sand.

Day 189

Living intensity

Pulsing

Down your neck

A cool breath of winter

In the warm summer sun

Laying waste to your soul

Until you; a barren wasteland

Remain

A pulsing in the sand

Living intensity

Breathing down your neck.

Day 188

(The doors begin to have a banging on them).

Soldier 3: Ummm, Gingers first

(pushes soldier 5)

Soldier 5: No wait, I never told her- Aaaah (He is over taken by the radishes who surround him, he is gone when the radishes clear the spot).

Soldier 2: Man down, man down!

General: Stay calm soldier! (To the rest of his man) Battle stations, we must hold them here so they cannot enter the village!

Soldier 4 (to soldier 1): This wasn't in my job description! (They shoot furiously at the radishes as a few soldiers and the general are able to eat some).

Radish soldier: Bring in the box.

General: Wait what box?

Radish soldier: The box.

Soldier 4: Sir, is the charge in place?

General: Don't say it out loud.

Radish soldier: What charge?

General: What box?

Deep voice: This box, rejoice my children: Daddy is coming home!

(A box appears in the middle of the floor)

Soldier 3: When did that box get there?

(Out of the box appears a black hole out of which Soldier 5 steps).

Soldier 5: Father is coming.

(The radish release a screech)

General: What's going on?

Deep voice: They're laughing, my soldiers. I'm Home! It's time to burn!

(He steps out of the black hole).

Man: I am Gary the garrulous, traveler of dimensions and ruin er of worlds and I like to talk! Almost like a gossipy girl, oh wait what are those shiny things (trails off).

General: Ok Gary, I'm giving you one last chance, leave or have more bullet holes in you then swiss cheese (soldiers cheer).

Soldier 5: Father won't leave, we need him here.

Radish soldier: We can't live with out father.

Gary: That's right, my children adore me. If I leave they won't exist just like I made your ginger here. Who's next, you, you or you? Come on, come to daddy!

General: So we're all going to die?

Soldiers: Don't speak that way (ad lib)

Radish soldier: Yes you will all burn! Burn and burn some more!

Gary: He seems like a nice fellow though, please continue because if you don't die you will be my child. I think you'd make a good one.

General: Then tell me this, if you're traveling dimensions what happens when we destroy the box?

Gary: You need a nuclear war head to do that so I see no harm in telling you. If I don't go back in I'll be stranded, unable to eat and eventually die.

General: And your children as you call them?

(The children have a great uproar)

Gary: All but the ginger will die, you see the ginger hasn't been near me long enough to fade if I do, but if the portal is destroyed the radish army will have never existed. Well now I see no more reason to forego your demise...

Soldier 1: You forgot last words

Soldier 2: Everyone gets last words

Soldier 3: Except maybe you

Soldier 4: There's one thing you didn't count on

Soldier 5: What?

General: Never, ever let me talk. (He pulls out a detonator which detonates a bomb in the floor while all the power goes into the portal).

Gary: Are you insane, you can get us all killed!

General: Security protocol 130945678, in case of invasion all generals on the planet Earth are to do what ever it takes to defeat the invasion which includes but is not limited to small nuclear devices. In thins case the portal will take in the energy but look at your children, look! (he looks they are in pain).

Radish soldier: Help me, the pain...

Soldier 3: Shut up (he shoots it).

General: You brought this on them. If you stay we will try to help you!

Gary: Bull shit (he jumps into the portal as the soldiers open fire into the portal, the explosion calms and the portal disappears).

General (approaching soldier): Are you okay?

Soldier 5: What happened? Did we win?

General: Yes we won. Let's go tell the towns people! (They all run into town and then into a shop screaming "we beat the radish people!". The town people look confused)

Soldier 2: Sir they don't exist anymore, that's why they don't know.

General: Don't worry, go about your business (they leave but Soldier 5 looks pained).

Soldier 4: Are you okay?

Soldier 5: It's not ginger anymore. (He runs up behind General with a knife and stabs him) Daddy's back! (The shock causes convulsions in both as Soldier 5 takes over again).

Soldier 5: What, what happened?

General: Nothing, you did good.

Soldier 5:Are you, are you ok?

General: Yes (Solder 3 approaches behind him). She knows son. (soldier 3 shoots him dead).

Soldier 3: I hope you understand.

General: He would. (The general dies).

Soldier 1: There's only one last thing to do.

Soldier 2: Give them a decent burial?

Soldier 4: Steal their possessions?

Soldier 3: Get away before the cops get here?

Solder 5: No, yes, definitely and burn the bodies. I hat zombie movies.

(all agree)

(The scene ends)

Day 187

My stone statute buddy

Is such a good buddy

He lets me get some hearts

While he smashes the competition

If your evil and made of stone

You hear some stompin

Don't look cause

Its my stone statute buddy and me.

You've been so much more useful then my shadow

While I have to enslave you

At least you can help me

Reach my goal by smashing things.

If your evil and made pof stone

You hear some stompin

Don't look cause

It's my stone statute buddy

My stone statute buddy

My stone statute buddy

And me.

Day 186

I lost something

Never did have it

Don't think

You wanna hear

This tale.

I lost something

Never did have it

Always just round the corner

A feeling

Now its gone.

I lost something

Never did have it

Lost hours which bore you

Before I lose this tale.

I lost something

Never did have it.

Day 185

Ending the peace

Tonight the flight

Taking the night

All those in the way

Tonight the flight

A path with out end

You may find an adventure

But you will be lost.

Day 184

Walls crawling

In the shadows

Of the posters

Of the walls

Shaking challenges

Through heaven

It shall never leave

'Till heaven cries.

Day 183

And I see

A strain on the soul

Stretching

Beyond the wall

A spider broken

In the fall

To never be recovered

Broken mental peace

To be known

For healing must begin

After something has broken.

Day 182

Forests of illusions

Sneaking from the cheese

Bread of life

To be not

Mine anymore.

Day 181

Exhaustion

Nearly over

Almost time

To fly like the Eagle

To the sea of moors

And prepare

For the next

Mission.

Day 180

Its been fun

To watch you burn

But know I guess

That this has to end.

False meditative states

Unconscious desires

Pull me to want

To see more.

It cannot be

But its been fun

I'll miss it so

But eh, I still have

Terraria.

Day 179

August afternoon

As the rocks of water

Fall from the sky

Smashing into the concrete

Amidst the pouring rain.

August sun

Hiding in a corner

From the golf balls of water

Pouring from the sky

Saw it stretchin from

Albertson to Wantagh.

August afternoon

As weird as it gets

Gone as soon

As it has come.

Day 178

Do you exist

Am I floating in a tunnel?

Do I see

I cannot see in my mind

The rolling black outs

If I don't know you

Do you exist?

Day 177

No splash

As you dive into the air

Soundless wings

The harbinger of doom

For the little mice

Who does not yet know

As grace personified

Wings stretched out

You lose

In the night.

Day 176

Washing fear

As the shore leaves

A quiet peaceful life

For the war on the hill

As they begin to fall

There are no turtles today

The rolling green

Rolling red

An abrupt stop to peace

As the sea turns its back

On the suffering of man

There are no turtles today.

Day 175

Silence in the face

Of others

Excuses, excuses

Not living up to yourself

A shame of existence

Shunning others

For no reason.

Day 174

Good bye my friend

I wish I had said those words

Where have you gone?

Back home I presume.

In my head

You are missed

A smile gone

To the back of my mind.

I wish I could dwell

But I have a mission

To take on here

The best of luck

To you.

Please keep fear away

It is never good

And if we meet again

I hope it is in happier days.

For now

Good bye my friend.

Day 173

Written Tuesday, 10:30 pm

Shuffled around

Passed from hand to hand

From silly games

To my self.

I wish I had another hand

To treat you well again

Never knowing where you were going

On the attack.

Till cheeks are tearful

As souls are past

Will you make another smile

For me?

And if we are to meet again

Return not to me

Stay forever away

And keep a soul to be.

Day 172

Only 24 hours

Today, tomorrow and yesterday

To see the unfairness of life

Creeping across the valley

A fear of retribution

Never achieved

Life is unfair

And Life

Life is life.

Day 171

A foggy blank

Pulled by the grasping mind

Breaking the fairy tale

Of the air in your lungs

Almost forgetting your project

And leaving your life to the thieves.

I see the way you work

Leaving this mind for the next

I see the way you work

Drawing blanks

Leaving a mess in the shadow

I hate to have to be clean up

And I get no help

Fixing your messes

As you mean talk me

With your lack of skills

You hidden coward.

I see the way you work

Leaving this mind for the next

I see

I see

I see goddamit

The way you work

Forsaking me

In this hole of a sanctuary

I need to know why.

And now I see

The fault is all mine

Can I return

Can I be home?

I see the way you work

Fairness has forsaken me

What am I

What am I?

Day 170

Cracking sounds

Splitting the screen

As the break crosses

Through my heart

A silver bullet

Racing in my spleen

As the break crosses

Through my heart

Why me

Why now

Why heart

Why?

Day 169

A calm and peaceful wave

Can you feel the sound

The ringing of the air?

Can you feel the vibration

Knocking the room?

Sandy percussion shores

Lined with genius gold

Spending their days

In discussion of what is

What will be.

Will they be?

Will I be?

What is this world heading to?

I can hear the ringing in the air

Feel the vibrations in my feet

But even on a good day

We must take a breath and see

The world going to hell

At our finger tips.

The burning of each pluck

Adding to the sound of the air

Rushing through the cliff face

The speedy sounds of the spirit of memory past

Chipping away the cliff base

Slowly the houses creep

To fingernails below

As no one takes warning

Only the sound in the air leaves

Abandoning the evil for a better place.

Day 168

The problem in my head

Is all that's left here

I can't move back on in my head

Until you're out of the way.

The evil which is here

Is all in my for now

I know what is in my soul

The conflict in my mind

Is in my mind

What have I done to me?

I need to solve my self

You will be mine

Is that right?

I don't know the evil in my soul

Is that right

Is that right

Is that right?

Day 167

Narrator: Today we will tell you the story of a boy. A boy with red hair and freckles and the lack of a soul.

Boy: I have a soul.

Narrator: He is a brave boy. A humble boy. A boy who will crush you with his pinky.

Boy: Damn right.

Narrator: Now here's footage of his everyday life and us following him with exclusive interviews with his friends.

Boy: Don't I get a say?

Narrator: Haha, no. You're ginger, so sit down and watch.

Day 166

I hear the voices

They say the stars are gone

They're no longer home

They've jumped boat

And now your crying

Tears which reach the ground

Reality washing over your cheeks

With a betrayed feeling

But no one can see

It does no good to linger

In the past

I see no good in the future

When the hammer falls.

We're all blind man

Keep the blindest out

We all think we're man

But really we're boys

And tears which sprout no good

Beat down on evil's wing

Bringing fire in the wet season

As you gossip your life away.

And it does no good to linger

Stuck in the past

Point thumbs all you like

It won't help you now.

Still it fell on deaf years

Deaf due to years of the past

Old dreams and loves

Blocking their ears and vision

And yet again the blind man

Was blocked out again.

Sometimes they don't change

Never will, those closet queens

Inarticulate junkies whose ears are closed

What has it begun?

What has it begun?

What has it begun?

Nothing.

Sometimes still you can see

Where the stars were

And nothing has changed

As the people still linger

In their pipe dreams.

Day 165

When first I saw

I saw the shades of dark

When next I winced

The light entered

I only wanted

My darkness back.

Where did you go

Comfort?

Where did you go safety?

I'm here all alone

In a nice big world

All alone.

Lost some friends

A week ago

They say they went easy

Others are gone with out a trace

We still don't know

Where they are.

Lost in this big ol world

All alone

With out any friends

Will someone please

Save me.

Day 164

Its the second sun

Shining in the opposite

A light bringer in the darkness

My Prometheus

Carrying away darkness

For civilization to see

Upon the the face of Earth

Its the second sun.

Day 163

I saw the sun rise

On the day for you

I took you in

I rose you up

It is a shame

I need to take you down.

My game was set

Before my heart

Came to be mercy on you.

Now I see what I must do

It is regrettable, I admit

But my game was set

Then you crawled along.

It is a shame, I admit

We had a few hits

You made a good wing

But my game is set

My close is ready

And you shall lose.

It is regrettable, I admit

A down right shame

I see the potential in your eyes.

You are a good man, I admit

But my game is set

And I shall close

I shall close.

Day 162

Fading dust

Time is ticking

In every passing moment

The relief of peril

Screams in the air

As the dust

Fades.

Day 161

Blinding flash

Surge of heat

To the ear

And out the other

Stunning power

For a single stroke

Lifted up;

Beating the sun

In the game of light.

(The crowd that gathers

Stunned in shadows

See the light;

Know what is here).

A graceful swoop

A foul swipe

And flicker of cape

as they rush back to coolness;

To shadows.

The man's face wrinkles

He stands in the badlands

His march now here

His power known to all

Clear as his sword

Upon which he rules.

Flash by flash

He cuts the ties

They wish to see the stars

But he has let them;

Be swallowed by the void.

The floating man

Stares at the flames

And wonders

How he wonders

How we broke so easily.

Man by man is a Faustian bargain

The breaking of the waves

A natural balance to the flames.

And that time

That time we razed the city

Broke through the wind:

(Quaking of the wayward souls

A shadow on your heart

Scar on your soul

The evil you are).

To believe that once was pure,

A joke to all

But whispers from a burning wind

Burn in the soul

So you never forget

What you done.

But what you ain't done

Scars your mind

So many opportunities

And missed goals.

And like a seagull

The shaky wind

Wavering flight

The losing of grace

Alongside the flames

Of cool ice;

A shadowy blast

The blade comes down

Un emerging light

Concealing all hope.

What has this world

What has this world

What has this world

Become.

Fires burning

(Help me)

Raid on the City

(Save me)

This which lived

(Cut me down)

Burned to a crisp

(I feel the wave).

The only sanctuary

The only sanctuary

Was up.

The only sanctuary (burn)

The only sanctuary (burn)

The only sanctuary (burn)

Is gone.

BURN

BURN

BURN!

(Help me

I don't know why

One count of jay walking

I'm F

A

L

L

I

N

G

Sins are weighing me

D

O

W

N.)

The trapped seven

Await the fate

As Dresden falls

And they sit silently

Knowing the mess they made.

And as the sword falls

The sun comes out

The failing king's eyes

Has lost its shine.

He sits glazed over

His facial wrinkles:

Profound an ugly in death

Ugly in death.

As the flag; the hammer falls

Man falls to the throes of

Anarchy.

The floating man wonders

What had become of us

What has become of him.

(The blue and green has faded

All is stain red; fire and bllod

As anarchy comes the smoke is a signal:

The end is near

There is nothing left here

My guilt is free

And so am I:

I must leave).

So the floating man left

As the falling man stopped

He had hit the ground.

(Not so long ago

A flight I had

A peak of fire

And in a plume of smoke

Did I descend upon them.

To them my guilt joined

And now there is nothing

For me left here

Why am I

Why am I

What am I

What am I

What am I

Why am I

Why am I

Who am I

Who am I?)

And slowly he faded

In to the sea of shadowed dreams

A calming wave washed over them

As the sea broke free

Blinding flash;

Surge of heat;

A well heeled explosion

As the light fades

And the creeping cool

The creeping darkness

All that remains intact.

Day 160

Michael Hand is an ensemble member in this year's production of Guys and Dolls. You may have recently seen him in St. Aidan's production of Oklahoma! where he played Cord Elam or Herricks High School's Urinetown where he played Robbie the Stockfish. He is also an avid member of Herricks Model Congress.

Day 159

The face in the shadows

That we all know

Creeping in the dark

Do we know it?

Insight;

It sits on the mind

Heavy and lonely

Lost in the sight

Of thoughts that shuffle

From wire to wire

Head to head.

The burning sensation

It seems to be in

A face red as fire

Staring into that which it perceives

That which has burned it.

The scariest thing of all

The face we see in the shadows

Our own face-

Kept from us

Kept from them

Kept from us.

Day 158

Creeping flame of obscurity

Reaching the sky of night

Lighting the stars

On there heavenly flight.

To where

We do not pretend

To know

Not even the wise man

Or his fool ponder.

What is is

The fire is

The fire is.

Day 157

Mountains

Climbing up

A sea of sand

To the sky

The sea of blue.

Day 156

Circular glow

Spinning lights

Take me away

Send me up

Send me home

Home.

Day 155

Almost soothing

Like an aroma wafting in the breeze

Of a calm summer evening.

Drip drop

As the destruction falls

From clouds of black

And the crashes are heard.

Almost soothing

Drip drop.

Day 154

Shadowed moon and silhouettes

Dancing in the light of grace

For their own glory

Flowing in the sea

As clouds of white fluff

Eclipse the good

And the bad

Towards the journey's end

Darkness sinking

As light is in balance

No scale tip

Until the end begins again.

Day 153

Soon I'll be half way there

Ready to seize my day

My control.

A new day is coming

The moon is setting

For the rising sun

Revenge must be found.

Losing remorse

Slipping through darkness

My knowledge.

My world will know

When the angels sing

And when the devils weep

I shall be one of them.

Is there fear yet

In my soul I hear

That I have one.

The mission bells ring

The tale of darkness rise

And falling in shadow

It was my turn.

Day 152

New eras beginning

In the fire and flames

Detroit burns.

Let there

Let there

Let there be light!

I need some light

Ease my pain

Find my self

I need some light.

Let there

Let there

Let there be light!

Day 151

Sorry for the lateness of this, it looks like it didn't go up properly:

Breaking dawn of cracking skies

Horizons light full of bombs

Light giving forth on the day of birth

That the nation was on.

Day 150

Sparrow flying in the night

A fleeing desire to be heard

Unto the ears of the trees

Grown to their height.

Fly, fly away

Come with me now

Fly, fly away

I will wait here for you.

As the darkness grows

The leaves turn

The rattling of the graves

Grows louder

Like an archer's arrow

It pierces the air

Giving the fright.

Fly, fly away

Come with me know

Fly, fly away

I cannot wait here.

Flying sparrow

Crying to the sky

Of all things seen

In the rattled

Night.

Day 149

Dad: How much money did you spend?

Son: 20

Dad: So, where is your change?

Son: There is none

Dad: You had 4o dollars-

Son: You only gave me twenty

Dad: Yes, your twenty

Son: No your twenty

Dad: How do you know this

Son: I left the money out side of my wallet, so I know.

Day 148

(Scene begins. Troops sit while a general peps them up).

General: Well troops, if I may call you that, tonight we have a tough battle ahead of us. Who brought guns? (counts the number) Only (insert number)? That is pathetic! The rest of you will have to eat your way through the opposing army?

Troop 1: Sir, who is our enemy?

General: The radish army.

Troop 2: Are you sure its not the French or the-

General: Enough of this nonsense! It's the radish army! If you have a legit question please ask it.

Troop 3: Do we at least get forks and knives?

General: No.

(A murmur goes through the room)

Troop 4 (to troop 5): I think he's insane.

General: I heard that soldier! (he stops). Listen, they are coming, battle stations!

(There is a great flutter as radish attacks. Scene ends).

Day 147

The sun is losing light

Sinking like a ship

Whose hull is broke

Into the sea

As the Dutchman rises

For his due

The new dawn keeps him away

A ship to sail once more.

Day 146

Voyaged flight in to the end
A flutter of the wings
Swiftly from flames
Undetailed as sunshine on a cloudy afternoon.

Loss of the mind
In the flames of the truth
Oh my irony!:
Why do you do me the way you do!

Day 145

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Day 144

Day 90 (Ending) revised:

Citizen: Help

Ganondorf: No.

(Citizen bangs on windows)

Ganondorf: What do I get?

Citizen: My (insert item)

Ganondorf: Nice (He lets him out as citizen rejoices. They exit. End episode.)

Day 143

Sky on fire
Smoking the sea
Burning the clouds
Smoking the sea.

Day 142

Blinding lights of hypnotics

Capturing the thoughtless mind

Flying through space and time

In the clock of all.

Ticking it ticks

Knowing what is true

In the light of things

To be said are

True.

Day 141

The lighted fires of the night

Spreading in the wings

Quiet darkness waiting

Nothing told

Remembered quite so well.

Day 140

one

two three

four

Can you hear

The numbers

Beat down

one

two three

four

Can you hear the hearts?

They beat as one

Through the darkness

And the light.

I hear them,

Here they are again:

one

two three

four

Can you hear them?

Day 139

Carried into the dark

A lack of breath in sight

Enemies who know less

Know more and more.

The voices tell me

You are crazy

The voices tell me

You are crazy.

Shadows covering the heart

Losing the fight of the day

Night falling over the hill

Darkness creeping; a lonely ninja.

The voices tell me

This is crazy

The voices tell me

This is crazy.

Day 138

Speeding ripples

Racing to the turtle

Who cares less

Skimming the pond

As the dragons fly ahead

Gracefully and beautifully

And fish which eat

The young swim in packs

Making ripples which head

To the turtle that cares less.

Day 137

Clipped wings of the bird

Regrowing from the cage

As heat scorches its body

The chains that bind it

Break away.

Breaking through the clouds

As freedom dawns in the morning

And mourning the loss of safety

Individuality and creativity

A dawning like no other.

Day 136

Final strings

Of burning bridges

As fire rages

The scorching heat.

Agony of the windows

As they all melt

Slowly but surely

Being free of this hell.

Day 135

Rapture (Parody of "Friday" as performed by Rebecca Black; written by Ark Music Company. I own no rights to the original song whose lyrics can be found here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/friday-lyrics-rebecca-black.html)

(Yeah, fi, fi, fi, fi, fi, fi, fire)

Oo-ooh-ooh, hot yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ow-ow
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ow-ow
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Five p.m., moving up in the ending
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my fun, gotta have oujia
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's burnin'
Gotta get down to the priest stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my savior (My savior)

Runnin' in the front seat
Flyin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which path can I take?

It's Rapture, Rapture
Gotta be good on Rapture
One old man is lookin' forward to the ending, money
Rapture, Rapture
Gettin' happy on Rapture
Old man's lookin' forward to the money

Hidin', Hidin' (Yeah)
Hidin', Hidin' (Yeah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin' forward to the money

5:45, we're drivin' on the stairway
Flyin' so fast, I want time to stop
Fire, fire, thinkin' bout the old man's flames
You know what it is (ending, ending)
I got this, you got this
My friend is on my right hand
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Runin' in the front seat
Flyin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which path can I take?

It's Rapture, Rapture
Gotta be good on Rapture
The old man is lookin' forward to the ending, money
Rapture, Rapture
Gettin' happy on Rapture
Old man's lookin' forward to the money

Hidin', hidin' (Yeah)
Hidin', hidin' (Yeah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin' forward to the money

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Rapture, Rapture (Runin')
We-we-we so scared
We so scared
We gonna be mad at Mayans today

Tomorrow is Nothing
And Brimstone comes after ... wards
I don't want this Rapture to end

J-A, Jacob
So Fly in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
He's drivin', destroyin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, breakin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me (poor bus)
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Rapture, it's a party for me
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all

It's Rapture, Rapture
Gotta be good on Rapture

Old man is lookin' forward to the ending, money
Rapture, Rapture
Gettin' happy on Rapture
Old man's lookin' forward to the money

Hidin', hidin' (Yeah)
Hidin', hidin' (Yeah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin' forward to the money

It's Rapture, Rapture
Gotta be good on Rapture

Old man is lookin' forward to the ending, money
Rapture, Rapture
Gettin' happy on Rapture
Old man's lookin' forward to the money

Hidin', hidin' (Yeah)
Hidin', hidin' (Yeah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin' forward to the money

Lookin' forward to the money

Money, money, yeah yeah!