"World War 3 – The Day Of Mushrooms"

The day that the world came to an end
Went out and had fun with my best friends
We didn’t know that Earth would turn into Hell
Started out like any day as far as we could tell
We were sitting in a living room playing a game
Just having a good time calling each other names
A bright flash began to appear out of the east
A mighty rush of wind struck like a roaring beast
All the glass just shattered and the walls began to crack
Saw the mushroom cloud that follows a nuclear blast
The cloud was over Miami, which is now a smoking hole
We knew that World War III was beginning to unfold
Then, a bright flash from where Fort Lauderdale stood
Whatever comes out of this nuclear will not be good
I just stood there and watch the mushroom fill the sky
At the instant, deep in my heart, I was going to die
The last things I remember was being hit by the shock wave
After that, everything becomes blurred in a mental haze
The city was crumbling around me was my last memory
My last thought was Death is taking me out of my misery

"World War 3 - Prologue"

How it started the truth will never be told
The end of society marked by a loud blast
The death of a hundred million untold souls
Was quickly caused by a sudden, blinding flash
All we know was the United States was hit first
After that, we launched our nukes in retaliation
Entire countries were turned into piles of dirt
Nuclear winter has come finally to our nation
Those who survived have accepted their cruel fate
They begin to rebuild a city out of the destruction
Survival is the daily challenge that they must face
Water is the new monetary system for this nation
Those who control the drinking wells control the land
To question their authority is not the wisest move
They rule the barren wastelands with an iron hand
They will skin you alive and cook your bones in a stew
Accept it! This is the new way of life in the new America
The Constitution is no longer the laws that govern us
Chaos makes the laws and are enforced through paranoia
Those that quickly die make the biggest, loudest fuss
No longer the land of the free; it’s the land of survival
We fight everyday for the little we claim as our own
Government is dead; the anarchist killed all their rivals
All attempts to establish civilization have been overthrown
This is the state humanity has devolved into over the years
It’s truly an eye for an eye if you make the wrong move
The only driving force we have is living everyday is fear
For most, the hope of saving humanity gets us through
This is my morbid view of the new world that we live in
Yet, this is not my story that I lived through since 2005
I seen it all and have been through it all: thick and thin
Let me go back to where all the madness truly begins

Random Story Part 1

So, I was at the local park this afternoon. I was sitting on the bench when Ronald McDonalds walked over to me, and decked me in the jaw, causing me to land on the ground hard. I looked up at him, and saw him holding a bat. He gave me an angry look while screaming, "How could you?! You traitor!" Confused, I asked, "Do what?" He hit me in the ribs with the bat, and tossed down a few Whopper wrappers. "You traded me for that crazy king?" Before I could respond, I was whacked upside my head once more, causing me to black out.

09/23/12 Thoughts

I might have said this before, but if I did it's been so long ago. To me, a blog is really a place to flush the mind of random thoughts so you can focus, the literally equivalent of taking a really good shit. I've been doing this on other sites, but they limit you to a set amount of characters. This can be frustrating when you are used to not being limited by word counts or character limits. Despite Twitter and Facebook being popular, I still will keep a blog. I will tell you not to worry for I do limit myself on here. So, for fun and mental pooping, going to post pieces of a random story, and I mean random, here whenever I get stuck. 

Random Story - 09/17/12

Last night, the weirdest thing happened. I was eating a salad and drinking some tea, minding my own business at the dining room table. Out of the kitchen, I heard a voice scream out, "I'm putting an end to this madness!". I got up to look around, but no one was there. As I sat back down, I saw a bottle of Jack Daniels standing in my salad holding a cast iron skillet. The bottle smacks me upside the head, knocking me out cold. When I came too, I was being forced fed hot wings, fries, and cheese sticks by an army of Budweiser bottles. One of them now and then jumped into my mouth, screaming "For the glory of man!" before emptying their contents down my throat. About 50 wings and 24 or so bottles later, I woke up naked and under a very cold shower. I get dressed, and walk into the living room. On my couch, I found my buddy Samuel Adams holding an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I looked at him and asked, "What in the world happened last night?" He smirked and replied, "We can't have you sitting home all night eating salad. So, we knocked you out, got you drunk, took out for beer and wings, and brought you home at 4am. Come on, man. How many good stories start out about eating a salad?" "True, but why did I imagine an army of Budweiser being led by a bottle of Jack Daniels?" "My guess is your mind was telling you that you really wanted to get drunk?"

07/23/12 Thoughts

Thoughts of the day:

Ever notice that in BBQ, it's the only time two dudes can talk about rubbing their meats, and it's considered normal conversation?

Also, when you're in the kitchen or playing billiards, you can comment on a woman's nice rack, and not get slapped?

That the only times a man should ever ask another man "Where's the wood?" is when using a smoker, starting a fire, using lumber, or at a hardware store.

That you can only say bitch freely when it involves dogs.

That you should only talk about crabs when dealing with seafood.

That shouting "Look at those hooters" is only acceptable when pointing towards a pair of owls.

That you should only say "What a nice pussy you have" to a woman if she's petting a cat.

“The Hole”

Falling ground ward violently fast
Landing with an earth-shattering blast
Within minutes, the crowds quickly amass
Gathering around the charred, blacken grass
The entire town came out of sheer curiosity
Many others came in the name of discovery
Whatever the reason they all wanted to see
What disturbed the early morning tranquility
What would cause such a huge commotion
That would put an entire town in motion
In the end, there was only one explanation
The fireball was caused by a gas main explosion
Sadly, that was not what happened on that day
Everyone gathered at the park overlooking the bay
What exactly happened none of the town will ever say
When asked, they all will tell you to quietly go away

Truth

05/10/12

Quick update:

Between moving, working, and writing, I haven't been online much. Hopefully in June I can update it more.

“Drifting…”

Nothing more than
A grain of sand
Drifting slowly
On the winds called life
Start off without a care
Floating on a gentle breeze
Not caring where you go
As long as you enjoy the ride
Slowly the winds shift
The breeze grows stronger
Pushing and pulling you
You try to break free
But you cannot escape
The dark, merciless tempest
Tossed and turned
Even blown backwards
A prisoner of this storm
You try to break free
Eventually, the winds subside
And you find yourself floating
Broking free from that storm
Looking for that familiar breeze
But you can't find it anymore
So, you drift amongst the winds
Trying to figure out where to go
Then, you find a new wind
A wind that reminds you
Of that old familiar breeze
You begin following it
Wondering where it will take you
Yet in your heart you know
It won't be like the old days
For you've gone so far
You know you can't go back
The carefree days are gone
They only remain a memory
As you keep move forward
Following the shifting winds
Not caring where they take you
As long as you enjoy the ride
The ride that we call life

“An Ode To Beer”

Beer is the greatest drink
It makes me not want to think
It makes me feel invincible
While it makes ugly invisible
It makes white people dance
And gives perverts cheap romance
It makes a shy guy grow balls
And students puke in the halls
So, just give me a pint of Bass
Sorry, Corona tastes like ass
Guinness is also good for you
Until the tenth pint makes you spew
So drink some beer with your friends
Drink it until the keg meets its end
Drink until you can’t keep it down
Trust me, it’s fun to stumble around
Drink until your head feels light
Just don’t screw around that night
You may wake up naked and sore
Sleeping next to a transvestite whore
So chug down a 40 of malted liquor
Chug it so you can get drunk quicker
Chug down those bottles and cans
And for once, feel like a real man
So quit drinking that Zima you queer
And chug down a pint of a real beer
Learn the true joys of barley and hops
And drink that lager till your ass drops

"A Place Of Joy"

Standing on the ledge
That is covered by snow
Looking over the edge
Down to the street below
I must end my life
To cease all the pain
My damn internal strife
Will vanish in the rain
But I am too afraid
To take this final fall
On the ledge I stay
Fear is making me stall
I must cross this blockade
So my end I can finally meet
As my body will slowly cascade
Down to the snow-covered street
Something is holding me back
Catching me with its clenched fist
My mind slowly begins to crack
Trying to figure out what it is
The force of it is so great
That I step off the edge
And sit on an old milk crate
That is next to the ledge
I sit here for a long time
Trying to decide what to do
Thoughts are racing in my mind
As I think my options through
Then I slowly begin to recall
The world that I once knew
The world where I had it all
And I knew always what to do
A place that I was cheerful everyday
A place where everything made sense
Not this wretched city I live today
Where anger is my only defense
A place where the only problem was bugs
Where everyone was always having fun
Not here where my problem is drugs
And everyone I know carries a gun
What happen to this paradise
What happen to this peaceful place
Did it vanish into the city lights
Or become part of the rat race
Then I realized that I had lost it
I erased this joy from my memory
I crawled into depression’s pit
And Utopia became a fantasy
To this I must somberly confess
My soul lost all of its happiness
And was filled with chaotic distress
My heart became a place of sadness
My Utopia will soon return
When I become determined
To answer my heart’s yearn
To beat this town and win
Not to be dragged down
And taken down below
Six feet under the ground
And Death taking my soul
I will face my fear and start over
I will fight through the pain
Hope will once again take over
My soul will break free of its chains
I will live on for many long years
And come back to that place of joy
I fought and won against my fear
Living is what I will always enjoy

“A Grave”

Gathering for the tired and meek
The strong destroying the weak
Truths distorted by a false reality
Still lost in their alien society
Always surrounded on the streets
The only sound is my pounding heartbeat
Voices lost in conversations on a cell
The way they show signs of life it to yell
Yet their screams fall on deaf ears
The decision makers  hold one thing near
Money is the only thing that makes a sound
Without it, they will run you into the ground
And toss you out into the merciless cold
Hoping that you will never grow old
That you even die overdosing on dope
Or with their hands around your throat
Play by their rules, and you live today
The punishment for not following is a grave

“A Modern Day Psalm”

Praise thy heavenly father
As we partake the holy water
In remembrance of thy son
Who took away the evil man done
A son giving up as a sacrifice
To end the world’s growing plight
Of the battle evil was winning
Because of thy children’s sinning
He came to teach us the way
Then and now in these latter days
But many did not hearken to his voice
Their souls refused to rejoice
They paid for their stubbornness
Falling off the path of righteousness
Sadly, many follow their dark path
Not fearing God’s eternal wrath
Will they take hold of the iron rod
And return to the path of God
It is up to them to repent of their sins
So the temptations of Satan will not win
Will they get on their knees and pray
For the faith to return to thy glorious way
It is up to them to cast away worldly things
And return to the safety of angels’ wings
However, we should not sit idly by
And watch their faith weaken and die
We should try and help our fellow brethen
And do everything in our power that we can
If they refuse our help without any reason
Stand by their side and help fight the demons
Because their faith can either grow or die
In the power thy kingdom in the sky

“An Empty Shell”

Going to erase everything from my mind
Trying to leave all the pain behind
No one to blame for my current state
For I alone made all the mistakes
Yet during this time, I never blamed God
For like an idiot, I played against the odds
I wagered all my dreams in a gamble
One false move has left me in shambles
About to bury all my problems in the ground
As I hold the pistol in my hand with one round
I feel like I'm not a man, just an empty shell
And my tortured soul  is going straight to Hell
I can end it all right on very fucking night
Just pull the trigger and take my shitty life
What the fuck do I have to live for anymore
My marriage is a sham for she's a damn whore
Ran off and slept with my best friend
10 years together came to a very bad end
Sick of the bullshit, I put it to my head
Thinking how bad I want to be dead
When there is a knock on my office door
And the shuffling of her feet on the floor
I quickly put the gun back in the case
And wipe the tears running down my face
I tell her she can come into the room
As I think how close I was to doom
She walks in clutching her teddy bear
Wearing pj's and ribbons in her hair
She walks over to me and sits down
As I just keep looking at the ground
She gives me a big hug and a grin
As the tears flow down my chin
She tells me everything will be okay
That my sadness will slowly go away
I just look at her and begin to see
Everything I want is right in front of me
Even though I end up losing my wife
I still have the never-ending love of my life

”Sometimes”

Sometimes time will eventually heal things
Sometimes words will make things right
Sometimes nothing will fix the problem
And you just end up losing the fight
Never saying sorry opens old wounds
Never saying goodbye hurts her heart
Never saying I'm wrong hurts her soul
And she will just walk away and depart
Always try to make each other smile
Always talk whenever you possibly can
Always make each other feel truly loved
And she'll think you're a wonderful man
Forever will the passion always flow
Forever will you never feel sad and cold
Forever will your souls be intertwined
And together the both of you'll grow old

02/03/12 Thoughts

I'm suffering the worst disease known to any writer: Writer's Block. It's not like I can't focus on something. My biggest issue is on what do I focus on. I'm still in the process of editing my first novel, so I quit working on other novels even though one is now up to six chapters. So, just to keep my mind going, I'm working on some other simple projects. The type of projects I'm working on are projects that might take between a day up to a week at most.

The first project is some poetry. I found about nine poems I started, but never finished. I also have one that was originally 240 or so lines long about The Vietnam War that I want to rewrite as well. I did start rewriting it, but I stopped due to the novel. Main reason I'm rewriting this one is because it was 240 lines of the same rhyme scheme. The way I'm writing it is I'm breaking each major part into a different rhyme scheme. I guess in a way I'm creating chapters for this epic, which might break 240 lines once it's all said and done.

Another project is I'm editing a very old short story. In fact, it's the very first thing I ever wrote and finished. It's scary how much you can improve in six years. The only downside is it's pretty much requiring a total rewrite. It's that bad due to mainly a mixture of past and present tenses, plus other issues. I just hope the plot doesn't change for it's a good one. Then again, this might end up being longer.

Then again, I think my main issue is the lack of motivation. I hope to fix that starting tomorrow. Time will tell.

Censorship

Every time I look at this blog, I keep having this one thought. Does the fact I have this labeled as "Adult Content" scare people off? I did it because since this is a collection of my thoughts, I refuse to censor myself. To quote Mark Twain, "Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it". On my serious stuff, I do find myself censoring my writing, but then again, a book filled with a ton of cursing will turn off a lot of readers. It might work for certain kinds of movies, but a novel filled with street langauge doesn't fly in the publishing world.

Does it mean all my writings are squeaky clean? Hell no.Quite a few of my poems do have swear words, as well as some of my stories. The main novel I started on did in the very first draft, but I cleaned it up. Using slang is like adding salt to food: it's good in moderate doses. It adds a certain flair to a scene, but you don't want to see it on all pages. Even in some heated debates, I didn't resort to any cussing at all. Just some times, adding the word fuck impacts the dialogue better than fudge. Example:

"Get your filthy fucking hands off of me!" sounds better than "Get your freaking hands off of me!" when a woman is screaming at creepy man at a bar for touching her inappropriately.

In fact, that werewolf scene I posted is slowly becoming another novel. I'm taking the main concept behind it, and making it my own unique story. Will it be filled with all that cussing? Maybe a little. I'm making an adult theme story in a lot of ways, but I don't want to break the record for the most use of fuck in a book. If I kept it the same way, the first thing any editor will want is for me to clean up the language. You can write an adult themed novel while keeping the dialogue at a PG-13 rating. It can be a challenge, but if writing doesn't challenge a writer, they will never becoming better. Besides, that is what a thesaurus is for.

Now, for the love of Pete, if you're writing a young children's book, and you are using slang, you might want to reconsider your book very quickly. I don't think a publisher will take you seriously if the book you wrote about a cute bunny's first day at school sounds like NWA's "Fuck The Police". If a type of book does make it to the presses, I would hate to see what society is like as a whole.

"Top Ten Signs You Need To Quit Drinking"

10) All the cups in your house are shot glasses.
9) Your emergency contact number on a job application is the local bar.
8) Budweiser sponsors your car, and you're not even a Nascar driver.
7) Your sons are named Jim Beam and Jack Daniels
6) Your idea of Thanksgiving dinner is a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and a bottle Cranberry Smirnoff.
5) AA has put a bounty on your head.
4) An Irish man has a healthy paycheck because of your Guinness purchases.
3) The doctor called back with your test results. Your blood type is 80 proof.
2) The local liquor store basis their purchase orders on you.
1) Your liver tries to stab you to death in your sleep with a broken beer bottle.

01/09/12 Thoughts

So far, 2012 is starting off alright. Then again, when you reach a certain age, all New Year's Day means is time to throw out the old calendar, and hang the new one. I really didn't celebrate due to work, but I hardly did anyway in the past. It's amateurs night, and I don't like being around a bunch of drunk idiots who don't know how to handle their booze.

Now, so far, I haven't stuck to some of my resolutions. I finally did some writing today, but was just a few paragraphs. I did some editing again on my first novel today as well. So far, simple stuff. The story flow is good, which was my biggest worry. Again, never wrote an entire novel, and was mainly worried about the plot. It's understandable when the story is over 100,000 words and 300+ pages. It's not like it was a 5 page English report where you're just presenting facts.

Also, don't ask about the weight. I'm actually at 274lbs. Which isn't too bad since I'm 6'3". However, did give up sugar as much as I can. Just need to start moving more. One thing I do miss about working retail is you never stand still unlike my current desk job. If not, it's called having a dog and a leash.
The main thing I've been updating this. If anything, it's a great way to keep the mind flowing. Well, that's it for now. Tonight, I hope to have a talk with Jack.

“Hopes For 2012“

As we say goodbye to the year 2011
I begin to think how I'm in heaven
However, it started in a private hell   
But it ended up being very well
Started the new year without a job
All I wanted to do was just sob
Spent weeks finding employment
However, it only led to resentment
Took a job selling pricy playgrounds
For it sadly was the best offer I found
Lasted two months at that shitty place
For my paychecks were always late
So, tried to find something better
A job that wouldn’t leave me bitter
Also, I finally met the love of my life
People ask when will she be my wife
We’ve only been together for a year
But I’m very glad  to have her here
Which is a good thing for my heart
For awhile, we were an hour apart
Now, I no longer feel very alone
Especially with two dogs in the home
It’s nice to see a lovely angel every morn
However, there is one thing I must warn
Leave her be till she has her coffee mug
If not, she will beat you like a cheap thug
Other than that, I enjoy every single day
Hoping our true love never fades away
We do having disagreements and anger
But I know my heart is never in danger
I hope this coming year is better in the end
And good fortune falls on me and my friends
That our goal and dreams finally come true
And that this year I can finally make it through
Without worrying about love and my future
And I no longer make my heart feel unsure
For I am now finally back on stable ground
And as I take a good long look around
All I can see is happiness heading this way
And I pray it stays here for all 366 days

"You're Dead!"

Had to be the fucking man

Yet it’s me you can’t stand

Had to give her a black eye

With me, that shit won’t fly

You had to cross the fucking line

Your punk ass is about to be mine

So go ahead and talk your shit

Before I split your fucking lip

We settle this shit tonight

In a mother-fucking pit fight

You are going the fuck down

You will bleed on the ground

You’re going to fucking pay

For the bullshit you did today

You have fucking disgraced me

Now you must fucking fight me

Hitting her was a mistake

That will put you in a grave

As I split open your fucking head

That’s right, bastard! You’re Dead!