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).