"Obstacles"

           It's amazing how one moment can change your life forever. No matter how well prepared you think you are, you still end up running around like a chicken with its head cut off. As you try to come to grips with what's happening, you can't for your mind is still racing in shock. Eventually, you accept what's happening, and you try to make the best of it. It still sucks, but you do your best to hold your chin up, and keep moving.

However, the worry and depressing quickly becomes a chain around your ankle. dragging you down. You try to get back up, but you lost the will to move onward as you face the crisis. You may find some strength, but instead of going in miles, you find yourself inching through life till everything goes back to normal. It's hard, but it's best to keep on living instead of giving up over one adversity. Life will always be filled with obstacles. It's either overcome them, or let them drag you down forever.

"Went Out In Flames"

So, this morning I was dead exhausted to the point I didn't want to move out of my comfy bed, and sleep till next week. However, since the puppy had to go out, I pulled myself out of bed. Once it did its business, I came back in to make some coffee to at least function somewhat without yawning every minute. If anything, my eyes will at least stay opening.

Instead of water, I decided to use NOS from a case I got at a wholesale club. I figured an energy drink with coffee would definitely give me the kick in the pants I needed to get moving. The worst case was I ruined the coffee part, or be jittery all day. After fighting back another yawn, I took the chance, and made my hyper-coffee. I sipped on the leftover NOS while the coffee brewed.

I poured the first cup, and took a sip. Since I felt absolutely nothing, I chugged it down, and poured another. Still yawning, I said screw it, and chugged down the entire pot. At this point, I stop yawning, but still feel tired. I brew another pot while downing another can of NOS. I chugged down the second pot, and decided to head back to bed for I'm still dragging.

As I left the kitchen, the walls began to melt while the wood floor started moaning out in pain. I sat down on the couch, but the couch turned into a 50' long plaid alligator that started singing Pink Floyd. I tried to jump off it, but vines made out of barbed wire strapped me to the gator's back. The gator let out a loud meow, and flew through the cotton candy roof.

I couldn't see where we were going, but I watched the sky that look like it made out of onyx with clouds made out of silver. We passed a rain cloud that was dropping diamonds, and the lighting was made out of platinum. I don't know where I am, but it seems to be made out of priceless gems and metals. I began to wonder if the sand was made out of gold, and the sea made out of sapphires.

The gator began a deep descent into a canyon made out of rusted metal. He splashed into a river made out of liquid mercury, and swam to an open in the riverbed. The gator glanced at me, and started making an annoying shriek.

I woke up, and saw it was all a bad dream as the orderly turned off the fire alarm. I looked around, and saw a scorched hole in the padded wall. The doctor gave me a dirty look as he tried to figure out how I started a fire even though I was in a straight jacket, and strapped down to my bed. He was about to say something, when the room started to spin, and all the walls exploded in flames. My last thought as the fire consumed the entire room was at least I died in a normal reality, and went out in flames.

"Acid And Ozzy"

So, I woke up today in a bed made out of old nails, rusted chains, and barbed wire. I tried to move, but all I heard was a loud creak, like someone was trying to move a rusted gate. I was finally able to roll over, and put my feet down, which lead to a loud metillac thud. I pulled myself off the bed, and tried to move forward. With each step, the room echoed with loud clonks as I move towards the dresser.

I finally made it towards the dresser, and stared into the mirror. Everything appeared normal except this small sliver of what appears to be aluminom foil on my forehead.I grabbed it, and gently pulled on it. I almost pass out in shock for the foil doesn't peel, but my skin came out like a banana peel, revealing more foil behind it. I stopped even though there's no pain or blood because I was freaking out to the point of  insanity.

I walked into the bathroom, and tried turning on the sink. I ripped the handle clean off, and almost pull the sink down as well. I shook my head, which lead to more creaking noise. Frustrated, I tried the shower, but my feet crack the tub when I stepped into it. I yelled in anger as I kicked the tile wall, only to have my entire foot go through it. Now even more frustrated, I kicked the entire wall out, and storm out into the yard through the hole.

As I stand in the yard, I noticed it's pouring. I found myself staring in complete disbelief as the rain washed away my skin, revealing more metal. Within ten minutes, I stood there completely devoid of all flesh: nothing more than a metallic being. I walked out into the street, only to be blinded by a bright flash and the feeling of static energy surrounded my entire body.

I awoken by the buzzing of alarm clock. I opened my eyes, and found myself in a normal hotel bed, but completely naked. I lifted myself up, and found Ozzy Osborne laying next to me in the nude with a few headless bats around him while "Iron Man" blares in the background. I crawl out of the bed, and slipped on a bag full of mushrooms.

Realizing that the metal part was all a dream, I grabbed my clothes, threw them on, and left the room as fast as I could. As I thanked the purple gorilla doorman on my way out, I grabbed a cab, and went straight to the airport. As I left Vegas on the furry, flying kitten, I vowed to never do shrooms again. Then again, I also vowed to never listen to Ozzy ever again. The image of his wrinkly tattood hide will haunt to my grave.

In Memory of Our Vets

“A Familiar Sail”

A mother silently weeps
While her children sleep
She prays for that day
When her pain goes away
Her husband went to sea
To explore unknown territory
She waits patiently for word
That her love is still aboard
Many summers since have passed
Their son is growing up so fast
He wakes up every morning sad
That he may never again see his dad
Then during a winter’s gale
They see a familiar sail
They quickly run to the pier
The rain washes away their fear
Seven years ago, he left home
Not knowing where he would roam
Seven long years pain filled his heart
As he and his family were torn apart
He finally returned from his destination
He has proudly served his great nation
He would never have to leave ever again
Unless his country he must again defend

11/09/13 Random Thought

Give one beer to an employee, and it makes them happy. A happy employee means more productivity. More productivity makes a boss happy. Boss buys more beer. Employees get more happy, etc. This repeats till the sixth beer. After the sixth beer, the state known as "Fookitall" kicks in. Happiness increases while productivity drops. Bosses get mad, but also get fired for supplying beer to employees that lead to a huge decrease in productivity. Employees are fired as well, but are already at the nearest bar drinking more happiness. Boss meets employees, and they all drink the night away till happiness spews out of them. The next morning, they wake up, and repeat this process. This is why I think beer should be allowed in the work place. A happy employee is a good, but drunk, employee.

Why I Write

Want to know the quickest way to feel like like a deity? Sit down and write a sci-fi and/or fantasy novel. You literally create you own world(s), species, languages, etc. Also, like a deity, you have to start from scratch, and hope in the end, the world is not destroyed. Plus, if you don't like the direction your world is heading, you can always end it, and start over. Total freedom of creation.

"My Dead End Job"

Days like this makes me hate my job
Just think I could still be sound asleep
But when the order comes from God
The lost souls I shall go out and reap
Orders lead me to the state of New York
Some quiet, little town deep in the Catskills
Found the lost soul, who belongs to a jerk
A twenty-five year old whose name is Will
Will claims that he led such a hard life
No love from his parents lead to his doom
So late Friday night with a butcher’s knife
He ended his “suffering” in the dining room
I just look up at the beautiful morning sky
As he tells the long tale of his “tragedy”
I just smile and listen to his boldfaced lies
One of his greatest flaws was a lack of honesty
The main bloody reason he went and slit his wrist
Was he got horribly rejected by such a lovely girl
She fell in love with a guy that was named Chris
After that, Will hated everything about the world
I remove my black hood off of my skeletal face
Look at the ground to gather my thoughts first
My other task is to show him the awful disgrace
All of the people he hurt back in the living world
“Such a perfectly good waste of a beautiful sunny day
Just think I could be spending my time at the beach
‘No one you knew gave a shit about you at all’, you say
Look at all those mourning people beneath that beech”
He looks at me and just falls silent for a moment
He just looks at the gathering mass at his grave
“Look how much your life to these people truly meant
Think how much love and happiness that they gave
Instead, you got all emotion over being rejected by her
Not even thinking that this is more to life than sex
This is so much out there to do in this wide world
You took the easy way out by having an early death”
I fall silent for a while and let my words sink in
Hoping the words of Death will affect his views
Then again, he will be burning in Hell for his sin
And I know there is absolutely nothing I can do
That is the price he will pay with his damned soul
Suicide is a one way to ticket to eternity in Hell
This agreement between them is centuries old
She made this pact with him and it works quite well
“So will I being going to Heaven and live amongst the angels?”
Will asks me while we quietly walk towards his grave
“You should know the rules concerning suicide and Hell
Being a Catholic, you know your soul cannot be saved”
He looks at me and his face becomes pale white
He knows where his damned soul is heading now
He sadly knows in his heart that I am totally right
Satan is going to barbeque his soul like a fat cow
“Please, Death, there is something you can do to save me
There has to someone in Heaven that you can talk to”
“You have sinned and must pay the price for your deed
My hands are tied on this matter, nothing I can do
My job is to send souls to their final resting place
Souls that are unsure whether to go up or down
So I have meet them so they can represent their case
The life that they lead before being put into the ground
You made your defense and they have made a decision
You throw your life away and your fate has been sealed
The judgment was issued as soon as you made that incision
It’s too late to make a plea to her and try to make a deal
She is angry that her children never heed her words at all
She gave everyone free will and what do they do with it
They give up on her wisdom and decide to take the fall
Now, I must bid farewell and send you to the fiery pit”
With those words, flames shoot out of the ground
I point my hand towards it and bid him farewell
“Always remember these words: When you truly get down
The shortest path to happiness only leads your soul to hell
Suicide is never the solution when dealing with your problems
The real solution is to fight your way out of depression’s pit
True happiness can be always amongst family and friends
Just let them in your life and tell them why you feel shit”
With that, his soul walks forward and enters the flames
He has accepted he has brought pain to family and friends
Now his soul will be forever weighed down by the shame
That his life was just beginning, not coming to an end
As he vanishes, I head back to my home in the sky
My job here was done and I have more souls waiting
Always remember this before you think you need to die
Good things will always come if the necessary risk is taken