2015 - Year of The Thistle?

    This past few months have been hectic, hence the lack of posting. I've been trying to finish the rough draft of the 2nd novel, survive the holidays, and make it through this year.  Needless to say, I'm looking forward to 2015. I already got plans and goals in place I hope I can acheive. Until then, see y'all next year, and I hope you had a good holiday.

"No Victors"

Authority for the minority.
Anarchy for the majority.
Anger tears down the walls
That separates our society.
Fires of change are upon us.
Skin color no longer matters
All will be stain red by blood
As we fight our fellow man.
The fanatics blaming religion,
But it's a war of their morals.
We need to look past our skin,
And find a solution for peace.
Racism is the tragic epidemic
That has survived for centuries.
Now being fueled by greed.
Poor fighting in rich men's war.
One switch, and life will end
In a fiery mushroom cloud.
There will be no victors.
Only our charred remains.

"Gave Their All"

(Inspired by this song)

Most of them gave some,

And some gave their all.

A single bullet or grenade

Caused them to sadly fall.

For us, sacrificing their life

To protect our freedoms.

We'll never meet that father

Who lost a daughter or son.

They return aboard Galaxies

America's flag is their blanket.

They're taking to their home,

A grave marked by granite.

Most of them gave some,

And some gave their all.

The ones that do return

Only put up mental walls.

They mourn their friends,

And try to forget the pain.

Memories of their battles

Are scars on their brains.

They'll never leave the war.

They live it every single day.

They're treated like outcasts,

And they try to find their way.

They turn to booze and pills

Trying to adjust to civilian life.

Wishing they died out there

Trying to defeat internal strife.

Never know what they saw.

What horrors they witnessed

While servicing our country

On their countless missions.

We can only show support.

We will never comprehend

Their lives forever altered,

In battles with their friends.

Most of them gave some,

And some gave their all.

Sacrificed so much for us,

With pride, they stand tall.

"Unkind Words"

Tears burn like acid.

Words cut like knives.

Passion burns like fire.

Lighting of anger strikes.

Rain of sadness is falling

As the fight carries on.

Neither side backs down

Until the crack of dawn.

A home is now broken.

She walks out the door.

Leaving them in the cold

On a trash-covered floor.

He picks up their child,

And leaves it all behind.

He drives out of state,

Despite her on his mind.

Tears burn like acid.

Words cut like knives.

Regret churning inside.

Still in love with his wife.

He makes his way home.

Finds her in the kitchen.

Speaks from his heart.

She cries as she listens.

A family almost torn

Is whole once again.

Their love was tested

With hatred and pain.

Many years have passed.

The bond remains strong

A home occupied by love.

Hearts filled with a song.

Tears burned like acid.

Words cut like knives.

Never were unkind words

Articulated in their lives.

"Hell Awaits" - Mature

(WARNING: This is a poem for a horror story I plan on writing one day. There are some very disturbing scenes, which include mutilation. Read at your own risk.)

Trying to stay calm.

A ticking time bomb.

Ready to bring pain,

And see blood rain.

I'm wound too tight.

Looking for a fight.

Bash in a few skulls

In a fucking brawl.

The pin was pulled.

About to kill a fool.

She talked much shit,

But has a busted lip.

One swing of a bat.

I hear her rib crack.

I cackle as she pleas

While on her knees.

I pull out my knife.

She begs for her life.

I use the bat instead.

Bashing in her head.

I dance in such glee.

Her blood all over me.

The corpse quivers

As I slice out her liver.

Feel free as I consume,

And cut open the womb.

Two souls taken tonight.

Filled with such delight.

I walk out of the street.

Dragging her by her feet.

I'm greeted by the police.

Ordering me to my knees.

I cackle as I stand there.

Bullets fly through the air.

One strikes me in the chest,

And they make the arrest.

End up in a padded room,

Hell awaits their doom.

A demon will save me.

My soul will be freed.

11/05/14 Update

Within the next week, I'm going to start posting technology related posts. I'm a computer nerd, and love to write. So, why not combine them both?. The first one will be about the tools for a writer. I've been testing a few different word processors, and will write a review about them.

"The Mirror" - WTF - T

            The morning sun enters the blinds, I slowly open my eyes and stretch as I wake up from my morning slumber. I roll over, and see my master still sleeping. I wiggle out from under my blanket, and walk over to him. I see his eyes are still closed despite my paws on his chest. I begin to wag my tail and lick his face to wake him up.

            "Stop, Buckshot! Stop!" he shouts as he pushes me away.

            "It's morning!" I bark. "Time to play!"

            "Five more minutes, you damn mutt," Master replies.            

            I tug at his blanket while growling," No! Now!"

            He kicks the blanket off of him, and rolls out of the bed. I sit down next to him on his pillow, and give his elbow a slight lick while whimpering lightly. He reaches over, and lazily rubs my ears.

            "We'll go out in a few minutes, girl," he says while rubbing my ears.

            He gets off the bed, and disappears behind the door where he keeps his fire hydrant. As he's in there, my ears perk up as I hear a strange scratching noise.

            "Intruder! Intruder!" I bark loudly.

            "Shut up, Buckshot!" Master shouts from behind the door as I hear his hydrant make that weird flush noise. He opens the door and says, "Too early for the barking."

            I smell something in the hydrant room. I rush in and sniff around. I look up at the mirror and see Master in it smiling. However, the smell is completely different. He doesn't smell like rain, but garbage. I put my front paws on the counter and begin growling.

            "Intruder, Master!" I growl at the mirror. "Come quick!"

            Master walks in and grabs my collar. He pulls me away from the mirror while telling me sternly," Quit the barking! No one is in the bathroom. Now, let's go outside."

            He drags me by my collar to the door, and opens it. Once outside, he slams the door close, and lets go of my collar. He sits down on his chair, and lights up one his sticks that makes smoke. I keep staring at the door as the smell gets stronger. I growl as I hear something move inside the house.

            "Get away from the door, Buckshot. What has gotten into you, you stubborn dog?" says Master.

            "Intruder," I whimper as I lower my head. I slowly walk over, and lay down on his feet.

            He finishes his stick and gets up. "All right, inside," he says as he walks over to the door. As he opens the door, I hear a noise in the mirror. I rush pass Master, and look into the mirror. This time, there's no Master in the mirror, but the smell still lingers.

            Master walks in, and says, "Get out so I can shower!"

            "Intruder," I bark.

            "Out!"

            I sulk out of the hydrant room, and lay down on the bed. Despite me going in there barking about an intruder, Master leaves the door open as he takes a bath. As he steps out, the smell gets stronger and stronger. This time, I can smell smoke as Master stands in front of the mirror.

            I creep over to the door, and peek in. Master begins to shave the fur off his muzzle. As he shaves, he winces in pain. I see blood on his muzzle. He grabs a towel to wipe it away, but before he can, another person who looks like Master leans out of the mirror and licks it off Master's cheek as Master watches there frozen.

            Master trembles as the room begins to fill with smoke as the fake Master steps out of the mirror onto the counter. I growl and try to pounce onto fake Master, but something throws me out of the room. I land hard on the floor as I whimper in pain. I try to pull myself off the floor, but something is holding me to the floor.

            I'm able to turn my head towards the mirror as I watch the room fill with flames. I try to bark, but I can't open my mouth all the way. I lay there whimpering as I watch fake Master pick up Master by the throat. Fake Master opens his mouth as I watch a blue mist leave Master's mouth. A few minutes later, fake Master tosses Master next to me cackling as the hydrant room is filled with fire.

            I manage to crawl my way over to Master. I lick his cheek, and yelp as his skin is ice cold. I nuzzle my nose against his face, but he won't move. I whimper as I rest my head against his chest.

            "One soul for my master," says Fake Master. "This All Hallow's Eve will see many more consumed."      

            As I lay there, I watch as the flames move closer. I make one last whimper as I hear a loud snap...