Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Super Smash Poetry: Donkey Kong


Super Smash Poetry:
Donkey Kong




In dedication of Nintendo and their finest warriors featured in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, here is a collection of poems for each of the characters represented in this epic battle of the ages.Enjoy.


King of the Jungle (Donkey Kong)

Deep in the depths of the jungle,
There is a Gorilla seeking back his bundle,
A bundle of bananas dishonorably stolen,
Revenge in his heart gratefully swollen.

Deep in the ocean currents,
There is an obese croc named King K. Rool.
Rolling with his Kremling Krew too.
Gangplank Galleon is an invader to this Country.

Deep into this adventure through the ground and pound,
Barrels are tossed and goons are smashed,
With his son and family along, evil will fumble.
This is why they call him, King of the Jungle.



Nephew of the Jungle King (Diddy Kong)

Quick,  Wall clinging,
And Cartwheel attacks.
Nephew of the Jungle King.

Red shirt, No Pants,
Peanut popper.
Nephew of the Jungle King.

Banana appeal,
Rocketbarrel Boost,
Rocketbarrel Barrage.
Nephew of the Jungle King.

Quest with Dixie,
Race through Timber Island,
Forget Conker & Banjo.
Nephew of the Jungle King.

Lovable, Furry, Magical monkey.
Nephew of the Jungle King

Super Smash Poetry: Super Mario Brothers

 Super Smash Poetry:

Super Mario Brothers



In dedication of Nintendo's finest warriors featured in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, here is a collection of poems for each of the characters represented in this epic battle of the ages.
Enjoy.
 

Mr. Mustache  (Mario)

Mushrooms give him strength.
Jumping high, fireballs fly.
Ode to the Mustache.



The Pink Princess (Peach)

Damsel in distress!
Once a Toadstool, now a Peach,

She longs for the 'stache.


King Koopa (Bowser)

King of the Koopas,
Draconian turtle beast.
"Burn the 'stache alive!"



 Dark side of the 'stache (Wario)

Fat creep, deadly farts
Big chomp, "Wah hah hah!" Awkward...

Dark side of the 'stache.


Egg Popper (Yoshi)

"Mmmmmmmmmm"
*Pop!*
Out comes an egg!

"Mmmmmmmmmm"
*Pop!*
Out comes another egg...

"Mmmmmmmmmm"
*Pop!*
Wait, aren't you a guy?



 Green Thunder (Luigi)

Oh Luigi...
How must it be to walk in the shadow of one's brother?
Watching goombas destroy towns won't make you tougher.
Thus your acknowledgment of organics must prove to work at best,
As you use your fireballs to blaze when stressed.

What happened to The Green Thunder?
Moving into your mansion was such a blunder!
Magic comes from such a tall green clothed man,
For he will find you shrooms whenever he can.

Keep on trekking because we all know...
Your long legs can do so much more!
Throw away your lazy attitude show,
And the Mushroom Kingdom you shall explore.    





Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Namaste



Namaste,
Songs flow from where the motherland is greater than Heaven,
Out emerges a cacophony of broken hearts and stories,
To honor their existence so they will not disappear.

Namaste,
The taste of the Himalayas,
Nine Jewels,
Five Elements,
They fill the soul and spirit,
To express the purpose of peace.

Namaste,
Though they roam in circles in the streets,
We give bread and water to their society.
When they go to give their last breath,
Will there be one to honor their life and death?

Namaste,
We bow to you,
For we are grateful of the blood
That carries the nutrients of this world.

Namaste,
That shrilling cry under the city moon,
The City of Fog's streets looms
With those finding a home.

Namaste,
Let there be a salutation to you,
For those who have lived a faithful life to choose.

Namaste.


(Dedicated to those who serve faithfully every Tuesday at Civic Center for Curry Without Worry to  feed the homeless, thank you.) 

November's calling




They look from outside,
A world perceived through their eyes,
This light brings new life...

Life in a snow-globe,
As We are shaken by time,
Only if we knew...

A new perspective,
I feel it rise in my soul,
November's calling.

A Train Ries North




A train rides north,
As it has done for centuries.
The train passes through cities,
And various farms and factories.

A train rides north,
There is a man,
Who wants to restart his life,
Wherever the tracks take him is his plan.

A train rides north,
A child in the park waves,
For he is unaware,
Of the misery his future saves.

A train rides north,
Through the window we look out.
We see a new view,
Of the world that is about.

A train rides north,
Through the mountain and trees,
Watching as the paintbrush moves,
Over its majestical pleasantries.

A train rides north,
Without it we are lost in the cold.
Take up your warm soul,
And your beautiful life behold!

A train rides north...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Sludge






Sludge flows through the southern marshes.
Created by stagnant water collected from northern factories.
Alligators and wasps roam amongst the wetlands hands,
Feeding on any unsuspecting victims in the dark forest.

Sludge flows under waves and currents of the sea.
An oceanic buildup of decayed flesh and waste.
Inside the divingbell, we explore its mystery of weight.
Pressure builds up in us, crushing our brains into dust.

Sludge flows amongst the celestial stars.
Space junk circumferences on our distant planet a far.
In the absence of light, infinite mass compacts into a dark void,
For as the universe expands, once again it shall contract.

Sludge flows in the depths of the subterranean metropolis.
Chemicals, cigarettes, and false idols we toss below.
Beneath a beggar emerges above in search of food,
For he knows his death is near and shall return to the world.

Sludge flows as synaptic brain processes.
Trillions of neurons charge through our minds,
There exists no absoluteness of virtue, for we are all human,
Non-intentional entities that we cannot comprehend.

The explanation of Sludge we cannot define.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Series of Smash Bros. Poems

In honor of Super Smash Bros. Brawl, I shall be creating a poem for each character, so I shall be posting some of those on this blog over the next month or so. So be prepared for some awesome journey through the wonderful world of Nintendo video games.

Monday, November 30, 2009

National Novemember Novel Writing Month


For this year, I was awarded one of the winners for National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo) for submission of my recent novel "Mordecai".
Thanks for all of the support for helping me get this one done, and hopefully there shall be more many fun events like this in the future to come.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

The Mountain Mashers present: Bisbink


Check out the newest single from The Mountain Mashers - "Bisbink"
(Featured on The Weeping Weenis album: City Cat Pregnancy)

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Indulge.

October Skies

October Skies


I.

The sun rises, a new month has flourished,
Behold the equinox, October will call
From our summer skin, all we have nourished,
Now the days shorten and the dead leaves fall.
People come and go here in this city,
I have seen many things moving through time,
Colors change only described as pretty,
Now we reset the clock for a new chime.
Like the days, darkness will not come for me,
Like that leaf on the tree, I will not fall,
Like this vast city, I will shine brightly
Like the limits of time, I will not thrall.
Wondering alone, here I am to plot,
Trying to untie this tightly wound knot.

II.

Look to the skies and watch the angels soar,
Lost at sea, only land they dream about,
The city grows for many to adore,
A boat sails to shore to let the men out.
A man holds out a cup for any change,
My friend reaches out her hand to show grace,
The tourist laughs and calls the bum derange,
If you have no love, now please leave this place.
Lost memories now awake in my mind,
Light begins to leave as my shadow grows,
Engulfing inside to a darker kind,
My skin thickens and blood no longer flows.
Now I watch you sit on your thrown of lies,
Since why can't you look into the world's eyes?

III.

Awake I am, not knowing how I'm here,
People there are, sprawled all over the floor,
First signs of morning light starts to appear,
As just like the night, I exit the door.
Kids cram these trains to places unknown,
With vibrant fashion, they show rainbow swirls,
There is magic that this city has shown,
We sit, wait, only to watch how time curls.
Look to the future and not to the past,
Have joy for the one life we live for,
The clock will tick and moments will fade fast,
Death has come to those many times before.
Reach with your arms to the heavens above,
Embrace yourself with everlasting love.

IV.

Hearing the chimes of electronic sound,
How we follow our body, and not our heart,
We move back and forth, waiting to be found,
Salvation we are given at the start.
If we took the time to reflect and feel,
You can clasp the wind breeze and the sunshine,
These days are ours, keep a path that's real,
We are not drones, so say, "This life is mine."
So rise up against all defeating flaws,
Give back, as much has been given to you,
There is only silence for those who pause,
For with these giving words, I bid adieu.
City of fog, where much is to be found,
Go take a train downtown and look around!

V.

Off to the moonlit streets, I escape home.
Now the bus driver takes me far away,
Buildings fly by under this city dome,
Puzzle pieces come together to play.
Slumber is something that I do not need,
Our world is dying, but we do not care,
There is knowledge to my brain I must feed,
My friends will not die as we just wait there.
Stand now to feel your worth and go give praise,
Patterns of destruction, do not follow,
Forfeit love and meet the end of your days,
Pride and conceit, bite your tongue and swallow.
Here we are, all in this life together,
Away your weight and become a feather,

VI.

Here we make our haste on the morning's eve,
We sing along from a lonely island,
Staring at the sun, I try to conceive,
To once again feel the warmth of your hand.
Encryptic thoughts and words I send to you,
From the depths of space, one day you'll hear me,
In this chapter, we'll still remain as two,
Beauty with purpose, together we'll be.
Trying to catch starlight in the night sky,
Now take my gift of fragments from the past,
Meet me under the moonlight and we'll fly,
The dawn will soon come, so let's make this last.
Don't leave me behind as you've done before,
With our hearts, the midnight streets we explore.

VII.

They live on the streets, only to survive,
We kick them aside as we pass on by,
Mistakes and hardships we cannot contrive,
Erase their existence from a dark lie.
I am a seed waiting to be planted,
Lay me into the ground and watch me grow,
My love of you I take more for granted,
If you don't tell me now, I'll never know.
Pagan poetry is all I now hear,
Distant, away you are, but then so close,
Please, listen... make this nightmare disappear,
Pain has only come from your overdose.
You need to stop working towards perfection,
But to accept your Father's affection.

VIII.

How long must I wait for you to come here,
How many alternate paths I must take?
Please... do think before you jump from this sphere,
Off to where your heart will no longer ache.
Still, we are children of the Creator,
Holding our hand through this journey of life.
For now, you may not see me till later.
Why leave here now when I am filled with rife.
Here to go at the start of this month's quest,
We hold hope for the magic of autumn.
Providence will meet us along at best,
Run from chance, for death waits at the bottom.
Thus we will meet our true fate with our eyes,
Watch, This will be the month that I shall rise.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Mordecai Manuscript Download



Download a Manuscript of Mordecai: Click the link below
http://dc98.2shared.com/download/7810036/fd325c82/Mordecai.docx?tsid=20090915-014417-6ac20bb5

The title of the book is Mordecai.
The storyline behind it is a dream eater in San Francisco who has to consume people's happiness and joy to stay alive. Mordecai is accompanied by a black German shepherd, Inguma, who speaks to him telepathically. Over time the dog gets bigger as the more dreams are eaten and eventually it overtakes Mordecai.
The book is split up into three sections, the dreams which are consumed, Mordecai's past which goes into another story about how the girl he loves ends up contracting a form of narcolepsy which causes her to fall into a coma and Mordecai tries his hardest to find a solution but ends up taking everything he has away, and the third part is about Mordecai and his dog wondering through the city at night trying to contemplate their purpose in life.
Story mainly reflects as a man floating through the city as a spirit trying to get his soul back from taking other's and hopefully remember who he was.
I hope you enjoy it and please let me know your true opinions!

weepingweenis@hotmail.com

Monday, January 26, 2009

Out Lies A Bird

Out Lies a Bird


I look out the window,
Out on the power lines lies a bird.

Everyday it goes to the same spot.
Waiting...
Waiting for a friend.

There alone it waits...
There alone unnoticed...
There alone it wishes to fly away.

Away into the unknown world,
Away being carried by a nameless wind,
Away into the vast frontier.

I look out the window,
Out on the power lines lies a bird.
And then I soon realize...
That bird is me.

Everyday I go to the same spot,
By the window.
Waiting...
Waiting for a friend.

There has to be more than this.

As I try not to think like the bird,
The world will continue to spin...
With or without me.

I am drowning in a void...
I am drowning in a void without your affection.

The truth is I am the bird,
I am the bird...

As it flies away, it realizes the beauty of life.
And so do I...

I am sorry.
As I wish none of this was true,
I must fly into a new frontier...
With...
Or without you...


Out flies a bird

Friday, January 23, 2009

Panoramic Views

Panoramic views, pick and choose your story.

It all started driving to work last night, a typical Friday night where they cool kids come out of the woodwork to go see movies, drink Starbucks, and slosh spit in the back alleys behind Ralph's. Sometimes driving with the wrong people can be sometimes the case, sometimes driving with the people who hate these typical teenagers can sometimes be the case. In this point and case, it was made when he made the first move, he's crazy!

The guy drives, who I won't mention, drives an Impala, and I do hate those cars.

The problem was that as we were driving down the alley way, he actually thought it would be cool to hit one of those kids out of pure anger.
"What are you doing! You just ran over that kid, I told you to not speed down these alley ways, they are way too stoned to move out of the way."
That guy is crazy, he just hit a kid, he is a legend to his friends now. I basically got over what he was doing and I decided to go into my work and started to work. Simple right?

Eventually what I began to notice is that the cool hip teenage kids in the area start to double, triple, reproduce at alarming rates. Inside my little fortress I was content, I did not really understand what was going on but at least they weren't trying to get me, until one threw the first stone.
The kid who got hit by the car threw a stone and shattered the front sliding door and when I went to look outside, all I noticed where thousands of people who wanted to kill me it seem.
"What did I do?"
"Where is Impala, he is good as dead!"
"Ah yes, I hate that car too."

Before I was about to narc on my friend, lo and behold, the Impala jerk friend came out and rescued me.
Jumping on the hood of the car, he sped up and started to run down each kid one by one, he was going completely nuts!
I was trying to hold on to dear life it seem, I was getting haymakers thrown at me left and right, a brutal feeling, a feeling that my face was slowly being pounded away by a thousand fist, but for every fist, there was three kids being plummeted by a car. Completely justified right?

When I thought things couldn't get any stranger, more things began to happen. That was only the tip of the iceberg, my night only got more progressively weirder. Such a long night, eventually I watched the sunrise thousands of miles north from my original destination, how did this all happen? I wish I could tell you, but if I did, I would have to kill you.

Panoramic views, pick and choose your story.

Decide well because you might not be waking up tomorrow. Will I be waking up tomorrow you say? I sure hope so, it appears that every time I talk to a new person about their life, my vision on the world only becomes more skewed. There are only a few who I truly feel that we are on the same page, but are we?

In the end of my travels, a travel up the longest bike trail on the Western coast, from San Clemente to Seattle, we watch the sunrise for one last time. Trying to get away from the scary kids and past of the south, I say my goodbyes and whisper this to you.

Have no fear
For when I'm alone
I'll be better off than I was before

I've got this light
I'll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...

Be careful when you drive recklessly next time. You may not really realize the ones who are hurting until its too late when they are on the ground bleeding to death screaming to the skies to someone who never responds to their cries.

Panoramic views, pick and choose your story.

You wake up, only not to realize that this day will be the best day of your life. You are about to cross that window into a new dimension. There will be people who you cross in your daily lives that you will never talk to, never say hi, or never even think about a future with that person. Things sneak up on you, perhaps five years down the road you will become connected to that person, a friendship that could not be broken from the diminishing strands of time. Perhaps you accidently let that girl kiss or sleep with you a few years ago and you see her again, but you both realize your mistakes and you simply brush off like nothing happen. You're with your entire family, and she walks by you in front of the Cheesecake factory and you nod her head, and she does the same. This is the past, we try to hide it but sometimes because if we put on a suitable image to others so we look better ourselves. This is society, we are a crazy breed. Nothing is real unless if we make it real, but sometimes when you want something to be more real then you can possibly imagine, there are those, or even one person who blocks that from happening.

These are stories from the bike trail that takes us north past north, there were many people who would take shelter and rest in the caves in contentment and also fear from the outside world.
Depressing.
Alone.
Worried.
I couldn't help but ask why they would choose to do such a thing when they could easily get up on a bike and ride up the coast to see and explore a new part of the world instead of giving up on so many things.
The lady came up to me and said, "You know you have a home in these caves, but the sad thing is for you is that you don't even recognize it. You've been here all along."

Truth?

Panoramic views, pick and choose your story.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Mordecai Chapter I

Out in this field lies a flower.


Dawn slowly approached over the misty mountains during the turning of the Summer season. A sun in its own description, mighty and bright, not afraid to peak out its shell and show the spinning world its true beauty. This was the time of the year in Montana where the freedom was its finest as there was no school for the young and business was booming from the large wave of tourists and travelers.
Inside her own bed, waves of light hit her face which lit up the soft delicate skin of her cheeks which reflected a think red from the blood that flowed through her own body. Safely awake, she let out a breath of satisfaction and was proud to know that she could not see her own breath this morning because during the hardest of winter nights, her room got to a level of chill which at times were nearly possible to tolerate.
The room slowly began to shift colors from dark to light as all of her posters began to show their true figure such as horses running through the vast free land, painted trees she would draw in her leisure time, and the stars on her roof slowly went from its glow in the dark green to a plain marshmallowy white from the lack of darkness. Reaching up and jumping out of her own bed, she dug into her own drawer and pulled out her favorite dress, one that was made by her own mother, brown with a red heart on the right legging side. As she combed her hair, there were too many things she was truly excited for this day as this was her first week out of school and that would mean she could ride all day without the distraction of homework.
A scent intruded into the bedroom, a scent that was highly familiar to a gourmet breakfast that was being prepared by her own mother inside the kitchen below. The smell of eggs and potatoes were the strongest that she had felt in months since the busyness of the school season brought many running in and outs of doors, and since there was no worries at this time of year, her mom could easily wake up and make a breakfast utilizing the full potential of her love and joy for her daughter with out rushing from points A to B. Looking behind her, she glanced out her bedroom door which was cracked open a little bit. It was as if a red trail of gas which contained the smell of her mother's breakfast was making its way up her own nostrils. Inhaling it deeply, she took a big whiff and relaxed her stiff awaking body.
Making her way downstairs, she entered the living room and sat down at the table where she held up her fork and waited for the breakfast to come. Looking at her reflection in the silver napkin holder, she glanced into it starting to question her own existence. A beautiful daughter you have here, her names means beauty in Russian and now I can see why. Did she think this was true? Twenty she was and never she has never had a boyfriend, even though the many times she has been pursued by one or another, she always turned them down in hopes of finding her knight in shining armor.
Reflecting back on her own memories she heard Do you think my words don't mean anything to you? You say that you have problems with self-image but inside my own head I always tell myself that you are the most beautiful girl that I have ever met in my life. These feelings, she thought, these feelings, where are they coming from? Slowly it felt as to her if something was clawing inside her own brain and bringing back memories that were long forgotten.
It was as if she was living in another body.
Do you think that me not liking you that I am acting irrational towards things? Yes I do, I do believe that you are acting irrational. It seems that no matter how much I give you such as my heart and my life, in the end all I hear from you is thank you. Well I am grateful. You must understand, I only wish you would simply change your mind, because, in the end, it will only hurt us both. There will be a time for our separation into the world. Like you told me... Please don't leave me again, because last time you did, I was hurt very badly. This time, it won't be me that leaves, it will be you. You've known this all along. As long as I am with you I am happy. I just don't want to feel that I am going down a black hole because I am for certain that I am, and indeed I know that there will be no light at the end of it, just complete, obliterating darkness....
Shuddering, she snapped back into her own reality, the breakfast was on the table, eggs and potatoes, and she began to eat them not trying to think what just happened with the random flashbacks inside her head.
"Did you hear the news today my darling?" said the mother. "The weather is going to be perfect and the sun is going to be shining over the plains, what a more glorious time to go out and ride your horse."
"College is one thing," said the girl, "but horse riding is what I have been wanting to do all year."
Her mother was like the ones that are rare in this world, sweet at heart, cares deeply, a warm feeling, and ages gracefully. There has never been anyone closer to her than her mother, she has literally brought through the best of times and even during the toughest, she made them more simple and clean. With her looking outside the window, she only could think on how proud she was of her daughter because after they have all been through together, they were a family of perseverance and strength.
"You seem a little tense this morning? Why is it?"
"Nothing, nothing at all, for some reason, waking up this morning, I felt I was like a little girl and instantly within the course of thirty minutes I aged up to my college body I am now."
"Does that not surprise you?" said the mother. "Because it surprised me, just look how fast you have grown up since you left the house, and now you're planning to move again?"
"Just one step at a time mother, just one step at a time."
The mother wiped of her hands on her apron and looked back at the clock behind her. Lowering her head, she turned back and said to her daughter, "What dreams may come.... what dreams may come my dear." She paused again, "Finish up your breakfast darling, I wouldn't want you to miss out on a wonderful day such as this."
Overall, sitting at the table, the girl had a feeling inside her that she was complete. Knowing all of her friends that have came and gone in the past, she always wondered why their minds were always torn away by the darkness of the world. Deep down inside, she did feel that sense of warmth from her mother, her escape house in Montana, her successful life, her true love for the world. These were things that she felt deep inside that could not be taken away by anything no matter how harsh the consequences that were presented to her.
The girl slowly piece by piece digested her food and after cleaning up her plate and gearing up properly, she headed out to the stable. The walk from her house to the outside world was indeed relaxing, a feeling with the sun absorbing into her summer skin made her content knowing that in this moment, she was truly happy. Inside the stable, the horses were all nodding her heads as if they were trying to signal her to pick the right horse, but the decision was hard, too many choices.
As the sun slowly encroached upon the sky, the true feeling of the stable began to arise, a putrid smell of droppings and stale food. For some reason, she could not remember this occurring at all, it was as like again if someone was still creeping into her own head. The more she thought of her own strength, the stable began to seem more peaceful and happy. In the cracks on the wooden roof, light seeped through its pores and in front of her, she saw the horse with a beam of light directly on it.
That one, she thought.
Saddling up on the grey horse, she smiled because out of all the horses that she has ridden her days, for some reason, this one was the softest and most comfortable she has ever felt. Riding out from the stall, she moved graciously on top of the horse into the wilderness and out to the vast beyond.
Perfection, she thought, absolute perfection. A day that could possibly not get any better it seems. How could such a thing be true? Only because the scent of the wild grass, the countless number of flowers, and the reflection of the sun off of her face. Summer is what she truly loves, and this is why summer truly loves her. A day never went by that she could remember where everything was torn and wasted.
One could say that the temperature was ranging around 70 to 75 degrees during the morning, a glorious fitting for a young adult like herself to ride through the terrain. Once outside, the world was like a sandbox to her, anything she saw, she could do.
Seeing a large grassy hill, she thought, I could ride up that... And she did, she rode to the very top at a speed like no other, with little effort, she clung to the horse with absolute trust because she knew and the horse knew that at this moment in time, they were one. The horse's grey long hairs flew graciously in the wind as the scent being carried along with the wind closely resembled cherries being cooked for a Christmas pie.
At the top of the large grassy hill, she shook her hair and smiled as there was a large gust that was blowing the front of her face which somewhat limited her vision because it was so hard to keep her eyes open, but the only reason she kept looking because there were so many things over the hill that caught her eye. Down below, over the horizon, there had to be hundreds, thousands, millions of trees, untouched, damaged from time. Beauty she believed in, beauty she knew that existed, Venus on earth, Venus absorbing the carbon dioxide of the atmosphere to provide oxygen to the world which would substanciously provide the elements which allowed her to breathe, to live, to experience the wonders of the open vast world.
She envisioned herself riding through the forest, and there she went.
Dodging tree by trees, like an aerodynamic spaceship traveling faster than the speed of light, it was her that was journeying through the timeless forest. If anyone happened to be in the forest at the time, they would only see a large grey mass traveling by, unknown to their own eyes.
Moss, leaves, bark, stumps, roots, squirrels, the songs of the forest, she knew why she always love to come home, this was the freedom from the outside digital world of the 21st century that she was glad to leave behind. As long as the spherical globe called earth kept on spinning, kept on going, there were no other worries to her.
A breaking came, and out of the forest she went into a endless field of grass, a meadow of endless adventure. There was not limit, as far as she could see, she knew that the horse would take her anywhere she wanted. The wind kept blowing graciously that morning and there were various lines and patterns being made in the field as if the paint brush of God was being stroked across the surface of the world each time the gust blew across the horizon.
This is Zion she thought... this is Zion.
Running running running running, the horse kept on running, the grey beauty marched without worry. Sweeter than any wine, brighter than any sun the horse thought, this too was the horse's playground.
Stomp stomp stomp.
March march march.
Faster faster faster.
The horse was speeding up, a speed that the girl could not keep up with.
Stop, she said, stop please! You're going to fast.
The horse did not listen, it was only ignoring her.
Eventually it got to a point where it was frightening her, a point where she had no choice to abandon ship.
In a smooth sweeping move, she ejected herself from the unstable animal's back and tuck and rolled onto the ground where she was panting heavily from being nearly frightened to death.
Standing up, she watched the horse run off into the field with no realization that her rider simply bailed out from fright of its instability. Making a panoramic view of her surroundings, she did not know exactly where she was and getting home would be one big challenge that she would not be expecting to do, but it had to be done.
Taking a last glance at her horse, she tried to call it back, but it did not seem to work. There was a rolling fog in the distance, and with her limited human eyesight, the horse vanished into the moving cloud. The only thing she could think of doing was taking a big sigh kicking the dirt beneath her.
Hunkering down to the ground, she picked up some of the grass beneath her and started to take a large whiff of it.
Cherries, it smells like cherries.
The fog got deeper and deeper, and for the first time this morning, and in a while, she was frightened. The temperature began to rapidly drop and it began to become colder and colder. Grabbing on to herself, she started to shiver from the limited visibly around her.
There was a sound beginning to form in the distance.
What is that? Sounds like a million men running.
Looking down at the world, she saw that things were becoming unstable and shaking.
I don't think there are any huge tectonic plates in Montana, what is causing that?
Truly now, she was afraid for her life. She was beginning to become all mixed up in the wash of fear. The ground was literally moving beneath her, but where was it going?
Glancing up at the foggy distance, she saw her grey horse run out of the smoke right towards her. As she tried to wave it down and get its attention, it simply ran right past her and back to the other side of the field through another patch of heavy fog.
Instantly right in-front of her own eyes, another horse came out of the smoggy distance, and then another, and another until there were at least a handful of horses marching right towards her.
Oh my God, I am going to be trampled.
Running for her life, she tried to maneuver so they would get out of her direct path, but it was not working. As if the horses were magnetically attached to her, she could not get out of their direct path. The horses seem they had a purpose, and that was to run all over her in a stampeding fashion.
I am gonna die, I am gonna die.
The first horse hit, knocking her hard down to the ground causing the girl to spit out blood from her mouth.
Getting the strength to stand up once again, she bounced back and forth against two horses and now she knew there was no way of escaping this situation.
As the air got colder and colder, the girl did not know if it was her body shutting down from internal bleeding or the fact that the fog was blocking out the sun creating a small pocket where she was trying to dodge horses left and right for her dear life.
They kept running and running towards her, and no matter how far, and which direction she was escaping in, it was like as if she was moving around in circles with no exact destination.
Boom! There it was, another horse clipped the back of her ankle causing her Achilles Tendon to snap in two and now she was fully unable to get away.
Dragging herself on the ground by grabbing the hairs of grass as if it was like an organic ladder, she was crying intensely as the worse pain she has ever felt was flowing through her entire body.
Mother! She yelled as that was all she could think of. Mother! Mother fucking help me, help me, help me! I lie here helpless and I am about to die!
Hearing the hooves of horses to continue to emerge from the fog, she turned her head only to see a black horse leading a pack of 5 others in a V shaped formation. Closer and closer they got and with every breath that the girl was breathing, she knew that it was all over, she was going to die, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
The lead black horse stomped right on the girl, smashing all together her internal organs, parts of her ribs broke through her chest, for the first time, visible to the world, and all she could do now as cough out blood, enough to prevent her from screaming any more for help.
The other horses came, one turned her knees into crushed walnuts, broken hand, and smashed elbow. It was as if she could suffer anymore pain the dark horse turned around again and began to run towards the girl again lying helplessly on the ground giving her last breath.
God, God, God! I love you, don't let me die like this. If you are true, you will save me!
Feet by feet, the dark horse ran with lightening speed until she was inches from the girl. At her last moment all she could think of was her love for her mother and all of her friends in her life which have gotten her through so many things.
At the last moment, she looked up at the hooves above her and as if time was frozen, she closed her eyes to prevent her witnessing her entire head en-caving in from the pressure and weight of a full grown horse stomping in the innocent girl's head. Her entire face was disfigured, skull crushed, years of life and memories erased in one single moment. And at that instant in time she was gone.

In the metropolis of San Francisco, a lonely girl woke up in her bed and looked over at the clock to see that it was 3:33 AM. Holding up her hands, she saw that she was completely wake and instantly she bursted into tears knowing that it had been the most photorealistic and frightening dream in her entire life.
All the happiness had been sucked out of her that very moment, and still not knowing how to act, crying and crying she did. Closing her eyes, she went straight back to sleep. Out of her head seem to be a trail of black smoke that seem to creep out the window into the outside world.
There a man was standing there looking through the window down at the girl who was now completely frightened trying to breathe and keep her composure because she did not want to wake up her roommates.
The man stood, fixed at the emotional drained figure as if she was sucking the very life out of her and transferring her heart and soul into his own. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth, he inhaled the black smoke giving him a glowly tint to his own body.
After he completely drained the girl's happiness, the man said, what a way to confess your inner beauty. And with that, he jumped off the fire escape balcony outside the poor girl's window and floated off into the city skyline freely as if he was a bird that was being released by his cage.

Fearing for her life, the girl continued to cry, alone and no one to hold onto.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Mordecai



For my next book that I am writing, I am using this poem, and in each line, it will be the title of the chapter. Most of those already know the basis of the storyline, but if you don't, you'll just have to wait and find out. It will be a great new experience and completely different from the last book I have written because I am exploring new types of style and adventures. This one will be a lot more darker and have a deeper message. In the mean time, enjoy.

Mordecai

Out in this field lies a flower.
Its petals are picked one by one,
Slowly desecrating its beauty.
As it stands alone in the darkness,
The flower weeps.
And I do too...

What are you waiting for?
Why do you stand and watch me die?
All it takes is you.

There is a system of change.
If you they fail to recognize it,
Will you feel different? No.

I have given you everything I have to give.
In the end... all I hear is 'thank you'.
The words I will never hear from you is I'm sorry.

You are the one
who has made me lose my faith
I gave up and dug myself an early grave
Floating through the sky,
I am dead, a terror to this world
I love this city, and I love you
I will make this city die to make you live.

This is an onslaught of torn thoughts.
Do you not think this is real?
Only how I wish I could change your mind.

Because... in the end...
it will only hurt us both.

My name is Mordecai.
And this is all for you.