Facebook Fright!!
On Aliens…
As you all may know, aliens apparently exist! They’re a picky bunch of tourists, though-they only visit America for some reason!
The military is up in arms about it. They don’t like it when you come in peace. They’d rather the visitors come out their ships snarling and growling curses and insults like white people in a Spike Lee Joint! The ultimate fear of colonizer nations; that something bigger than them comes along and treats them like they treat everyone else.
They spread warnings and fearmonger as if the visitors are gonna vote Trump or something. If only they showed as much concern over white supremacists in the military and police ranks. THAT is the invasion I want quashed!!
I have no idea if aliens mean us harm or not. But I do know they probably lock their spacecraft up when they fly by DC. If ever there was a worse hive of scum and villainy…
Till next time!
My friend Ty
When we first met, he was shy. So shy that he’d run away at the sight of me. I kept it up, saying hi, how are you, and eventually fear gave way to curiosity…
Weeks went by, and he got more accustomed to my presence. He stopped running away from me, and would watch me for a bit. Then, he started coming over. It was exciting seeing him become friendly I must admit. I took to naming him Ty. He never told me what he called himself…
Then one day, Ty came to visit me in my home. He looked around warily, walking circles in my kitchen. He tried some of the food, had a little water, then out the door. Dad was surprised he came in at all! I told him Ty wants to live with us. He said he wants him to get checked out before he can get a room.
A day later, Ty has been cleared, save for a one day quarantine-he had a lil something! I can’t wait to show him off to the rest of the family…
My Little Blue Flower-A Tale of Love and Loss
My little blue flower, growing in the dirt,
I like help it grow, keep it from getting hurt.
Brave little blue flower, bracing for the dusk
I’ll be back tomorrow with a water husk.
Poor little blue flower, among a field of weeds
Got to keep it healthy, its my hope and creed.
Helpless little blue flower, struggling in the night
Not sure it will make it, to the next day’s light.
Poor shriveled blue flower, dying ‘mongst the thorns
Why can’t I help it? Am I just to mourn?
Miss my little blue flower, more than you will know
Asked Death to bring it back, all Death said was no.
Forgive me little flower, I did more harm than good
Will I see you grow again, among the thorny wood?
Where have I been? A brief explanation…
It has been months since my last official poetry post, I know. I’m still alive, don’t worry. Just been working on some big projects for the blog. Two projects, to be exact…
The first is a serious story with diesel punk inspirations. It takes place during a war between fictional nations. Four men from one nation are sent to secure a refinery, a task that will take them from a mine-strewn No Man’s Land to bombed out towns and bandit territory, testing the mettle of the four soldiers in ways they never wanted to be tested…
The second is a reboot of Tom and Vince. The idiotic duo make their return in a new universe with new friends and rivals, even! It’ll be a party-if they can find a way out of the garden of some sky-dwelling prick calling himself God…
These stories are taking a bit of work (especially the first one) and I will try to fill in the silence with poetry and whatever else I can. Till next time, everybody!
To Live
To live
Is to struggle
Every breath
Is a theft.
Every day a beginning
To make it through one, a miracle.
To live is violence
No matter how you shake it.
There are winners—
And losers—
In it all.
For one victory,
Ten defeats.
To live is beautiful,
Despite the carnage.
Life weaves a tapestry
The enfolds our entire lives.
Immortal’s Lament
You saw me weeping
Down by the roadway,
Clutching my heartstrings
Wanting to feel again
You went and showed me
The light in my darkness
While I was knowing
I’d have to bury you.
Sorry for taking
So long to come back
Your children are lovely
And look at how tall you’ve grown.
I’ll tell my new friends
Good things about you
They’ll never meet you
I had to bury you.
What is worth leaving behind?
People are always talking about leaving a legacy—
A testament to their history, their accomplishments.
The worst try to subvert truth and make themselves look like saints
And, depending on their wealth and status, they succeed.
Some want their legacy to be known not by tales, but deeds—
A great act, or a terrible crime.
Making a mark on the world that lingers on, becoming legend.
What should we leave behind—
Tales, or deeds?
Should it be both?
And what if we have nothing to leave?
Sketchy Things
I haven’t been writing as much as I used too. You’re aware of that, I’m aware of that, and I apologize.
The main reason for my lack of writing is because I have taken a renewed interest in sketching. Here’s two of my works as follows…
What do you all think of my art? Would you like me to share more? Let me know. Till next time!
J Edgar Hoover was a Bastard
Authority is evil, and we all know it
Attracting the worst of society,
The degenerates and the sociopaths.
The halls of power are lined with the blood of the innocent.
The revolutionaries, the dreamers, the pure
All victims
All to be sacrificed by the mighty
At the altar of power.
We must rise.
We must fight the powerful
Any way we can.
And in fighting we may die
But to live under the powerful is worse.
