"A Few Days With Windows 8"

         I promised I would write a blog post about my experiences with Windows 8. I also promised I would run it for a week, but I'm typing this on Windows 7. I'm at the point if it wasn't the fact I need Windows for work, I would be running Linux.
         The main reason I went back to 7 is 8 is not designed for power users. The Start Screen aka Metro is total nonsense if you run more than one program at time. Loading Metro takes up the entire screen. Even Solitaire took up an entire screen. Also, some things you could adjust were taking away, and some things now require more steps. In other words, if you TRULY use a PC, you have three options to make a new PC work:

1) If you know what you are doing, wipe out Windows 8 and install 7.
2) Spend the extra money and have the manufacture install 7.
3) Install a program such as Classic Shell to make 8 bearable, like I had to do on someone else's PC because they got tired of searching for their programs..

          Overall, Windows 8 is great for tablets, or people who run one program at a time. For people like me that use the Start Menu for everything, look away. Luckily, there is a rumor that they are bringing back the Start Menu in Windows 9, which is supposed to be out by summer of 2015. Until then, sticking to Windows 7, which is being supported by Microsoft till 2020.

"A Vow"

Trying to escape.

Avoiding my fate.

Life's falling apart.

Light turns to dark.

Questioning reality.

As I face a tragedy.

I try to stay strong,

Yet it all feels wrong.

One flame went out.

I give in to my doubt.

I pray for good news.

Despite feeling blue.

A call came overnight.

Everything is all right.

Worry leaves my soul.

They'll keep growing old.

My heart is already torn,

But healing from mourn.

Losing both this close.

Would lead me to throe.

I pray that by that day.

I have something to say.

That I can make proud.

This is something I vow.

“Word By Word”

A thousand random thoughts

Leading to unfinished stories.

Words spread across a page;

Not even a complete sentence.

The spark has slowly died out.

Fizzled before I could shine.

I'm trying to reignite the flame,

And finish what I have started.

Have to break down the wall

That I built up inside my head.

Tearing it down word by word.

My creativity is breaking free,

And spreading like a wild fire.

Text flowing across the screen

Like a mighty river of black ink.

One word turning into hundreds.

A plot growing like a mighty oak.

Another chapter turns into a novel.

The ending is now within my sight.

“Her Last Breath”

A discarded journal.

A faded photograph.

A worn wedding dress.

Memories of the past.

Love that endured time

Till his very last breath.

The flames of romance

Snuffed out by his death.

She lost the only reason

To carry on with her life.

She loved him till the end.

Was proud to be his wife.

She died exactly one year

Succumbing to loneliness.

Without his love at her side,

She felt she was hopeless.

She was buried next to him.

Faithful till her last breath.

She loved him till the end.

A love separated by death.

"A Strange Day"

Today is a very strange day.

The drunken bears are afraid,

The midgets feel like poopoo;

No flying crabs in pink tutus.

So, pass me whatever booze.

I have no liver or sanity to lose.

I'm ready to escape this scene,

And rage against the machine.

I want to run around in panties

While singing Klingon shanties.

I want to ride the pink unicorn

That has a bong for their horn.

I'm trying to shake the paranoia

While I talk with a giant sequoia.

His tea made everything clearer

As I see a monkey in the mirror.

The tree decides I need to leave

As the mushrooms begin to grieve.

I end up riding the toy gravy boat

Over a wide Guinness-filled moat.

Filled with fish made out of bacon,

Frogs talking like they're Jamaican,

And whales that are singing Primus

While sharks ride a plaid short bus.

I end up landing in a room of clouds

Filled with gorillas in maroon shrouds.

They hand me a magical trench coat.

Made from the hide of a drunken goat.

The elephant doctor hands me candy,

And tells me everything will be dandy.

They put me in front of a huge television.

While mice with abacus do long division.

I end up fall asleep on a bed of kittens

While watching a documentary on mittens.

I wake up the next morning on a train.

Heading to Insanityland in pouring rain.

They are making me their newest king.

As they feed me beer and buffalo wings.

I'm off to enjoy my new life as royalty

As I say adios to this sad, boring reality.