August 26, 2009

Deception:



Deception:

Why have we come to this point?
Have we not learned from the past?
Can we not see clearly for just one day?
Shall we never dream of tomorrows?
As we walk in a veil of deception,
we hear only what they tell us,
thinking only the thoughts we're given,
seeing only the things they show us,
being led to a point of nothingness,
with no will of our own. We follow!
Tho out numbering them ten-thousand
to one, we still do everything they say.
Our hearts being filled with good intentions,
yet our minds being void of thought.
We blunder on into the future unaware,
mouth shut, eyes closed.


Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

August 17, 2009

Roams:



Roams:

This distance between us
burns deep inside of me.
Each inch seems like a mile
every second an eternity.
With looks that you're giving me
I know you can not see me cry.
You kissed me once tonight.
Was that your last good-bye?
I long to hold you in my arms
but you're pushing me away.
All I wanted was a love
strong enough to stay.
Those eyes that shined for me
now glow with a different light.
You tell me I drove us apart
I do not feel that's right.
At last now I understand
what I always should have known.
It is the other side of you
that will always make you roam.


Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

August 13, 2009

Trapped:

Trapped:

You will not
release me from
this book of death
where I wrote my
name in blood
to be in what
you call a family
you will not
give me life
but torture me
for eternity
till my soul is
blackened to
fine white dust

Copyright ©2007 Ellis William Moore

August 12, 2009

Sheer Terror:

Sheer Terror:

Deep in the heart of the underbrush I sat watching from under the tree. Seeing the fear in my neighbors’ eyes, I tried not to let their sheer terror take hold of me.

They hit one of my neighbors hard already this morning. When I found him I could see he never knew where it came from. They got him right in the back. It looked as if they had used a shotgun. His poor wife must have been standing there talking to him when they made their move. She was hit numerous times her self. That look this morning on her face; I will never be able to get it out of my mine. What a mess I could hardly even look their way.

When all of a sudden I heard them, they were approaching from the East. I tried to steady my nerves, knowing this might be my only chance. Keeping both eyes peeled for any movement. I moved slowly from my hiding place trying not to make any noise.

Then out of the corner of my left eye I saw them. God, they were faster than I remembered. Before I could even think they had gotten off two rounds. I saw the white pellets flash by my face. One of them was so close its heat seared my eye lash. Quickly I turned, dropped to one knee and fired from my hip. My 357 screamed out rounds from her red hot barrel. The bullets’ giving a thump as they hit their mark. As the smoke cleared I saw one of them, it was just lying on the ground. I walked over and kicked it just to make sure it was dead. I thought to myself now let’s see that pigeon mess up another wax job.

August 10, 2009

Hill 162:


Hill 162:

From the cannon's breach, you hear the mighty roar.
You see bodies of your men getting ripped and torn.
Screams of terror will fill the morning air,
as hidden snipers try to get their daily share.
Charging up 162 with your rifle and battle cry,
left and right you will see, most of your friends die.
Still you charge and soon will fight, someone hand to hand.
Your eyes will meet, just as he falls, upon blood soaked sand!
Making sure not one of them is left still alive,
you shoot everyone again, right where they lay.
You're pulling out, you don't have a lot of time,
hurry, get a count of the dead they left behind.
They tell you the job you did was really grand.
Don't worry, tomorrow you'll get to take 162 again!


Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

August 8, 2009

Seven Thirty: A short story

Seven Thirty

Bill William tossed and turned that morning trying to sleep. After working all night, he wasn’t used to sleeping with the sun shining through the window.

The company he just started working for had come up with new work shifts no one liked. He was stuck on the 6 PM to 3 AM shift. The company said the employees got to vote shortly, on which, of the many shifts they’ve tried over the last two years. Bill just got off the swing shift. This was his first week on the new graveyard. Well, what they used to call graveyard.

Bill could not complain too much. All he did as a night watchman was sit in one of the newest vaults ever built. The vault was ten floors underground. That place had more alarms, bells and whistles than any other place he had worked.

Bill looked at his alarm clock. “Great,” he told himself. “I haven’t even been asleep for three hours and I’m wide awake. I might as well get up and putter around the house till I get tired.”

After getting dressed, Bill walked down stairs and found his wife sleeping in her recliner. When he kissed her forehead, she woke up and asked, “What time is it?”

Looking at his watch, Bill smiled down and said, “Seven thirty, love. Sorry. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, go for coffee then. I didn’t sleep well last night with you gone. You know how much noise you can make and I want to sleep,” she muttered.

“Okay, honey,” he said. “I’ll be down at the coffee shop if you need me.” He closed the door and left.

As Bill walked into the corner cafe, he looked around for the people he normally talked to at this time of day. He smiled at the server and asked, “Hey, Shirley, where is everyone?”

“They all left. You’re running late today. Why?” she asked over her shoulder as she took some plates of food to two ladies sitting in their normal place.

“I’m not late. It’s only,” he paused as he looked at his watch with a questioning look on his face. “Seven thirty? Hell. My watch stopped. What time is it?

One of the men sitting at the counter looked at his watch. “Eleven fifty six,” he told Bill.

“Thanks. I guess I better stop by Wal-Mart and pick up a watch battery today,” Bill said as he sat down.

“So,” Shirley said. “What’ll it be? Tea or coffee?”

“Go ahead and make it coffee. I have to go find something to put over my windows to keep the sun out so I can sleep,” Bill told her.

Shirley leaned over as she handed him a cup of coffee. “You know what my old man did when he worked the night shift down in Texas two years ago?”

“No. What did he do?” Bill laughed.

Shirley gave Bill one of those “Do you want to hear this or not?” looks that she gave out quite often and then went on talking,” “He got some of that aluminum-backed foam from the lumberyard and a roll of duck tape. Cut chunks to fit the windows. Duck taped around them and then used long tack pines to put them over the windows. It made our bedroom darker then a coal mine shaft.”

“Thanks. I’ll look into that after I get this watch running. You know how I hate not knowing what time it is,” Bill said as he sipped his coffee.

Bill looked down at his watch again. It wasn’t like him to let the battery go dead. “Hey, Shirley, get a load of this. My watch stopped at 7:30 PM on the 15th of March,” Bill said with a smile.

Shirley looked at him with a “So what?” look.

Bill laughed. “This is the 15th of March. Don’t you see? It stopped tonight.”

“You probably had it set wrong,” Shirley said.

“Probably not. You know how much I depend on this watch. I would have seen it last night at work. Oh well, I’ll get a battery and keep an eye on it. I can’t have a watch changing dates on me. Might be time for me to get a new watch anyway.”

Bill tossed Shirley two fifty for the coffee and tip, then headed straight for Wal-Mart.

***

As Bill handed his watch to the lady behind the glass case, she took a look at it and said, “Another watch battery. I sold more batteries today then I have in a long time.”

Bill grinned at her and said, “Well, that’s because of the time loop.” He was just joking, but then Bill loved to play word games with people.

“Time loop?” She said questioning.

“Sure. Look at the date on my watch. It stopped at 7:30 PM on the 15th of March. That’s tonight.”

She just smiled back at him and rolled her eyes.

“No. Really,” Bill, still joking, continued, “Something the Government did later tonight. It threw us into a time loop.”

“Sure.” She smiled. “I suppose you have proof. That will be $3.97.”

Short on cash after giving Shirley the two fifty for coffee, Bill used his credit card.
As the clerk handed Bill his receipt, he held it up. “Here is my proof.” She just looked at him. “Today I will have this in my wallet when I come in here and buy a new battery.”

***

Short on cash after giving Shirley the two fifty for coffee, Bill used his credit card.
As the clerk handed Bill his receipt, he held it up. “Here is my proof.” She just looked at him. “Today I will have this in my wallet when I come in here and buy a new battery.”

***

Short on cash after giving Shirley the two fifty for coffee, Bill used his credit card.
As the clerk handed Bill his receipt, he held it up. “Here is my proof.” She just looked at him. “Today I will have this in my wallet when I come in here and buy a new battery.”

***

Short on cash after giving Shirley the two fifty for coffee, Bill used his credit card.
As the clerk handed Bill his receipt, he held it up. “Here is my proof.” She just looked at him. “Today I will have this in my wallet when I come in here and buy a new battery.”