Love, who understands
Named by millions
Misused by more
No two the same
Yet we seek it
Long for it
Even kill
In hopes to find it
If by chance we do
We’ll toss it aside
Lost in some concept
Never finding the truth
October 26, 2017
Six 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. Today was his wife’s birthday.
The company he just started working for had come up with new work shifts no one liked. He was stuck on the Six PM to Three 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, “Six thirty , love. Sorry. I couldn’t sleep. Happy Birthday”
“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. "Thanks."
“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.
“I’m not late. It’s only,” he paused as he looked at his watch with a questioning look on his face. “It’s still Six thirty PM? 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 sleep a lot longer than I thought. 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 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 Six thirty PM on the 16th of March,” Bill said with a smile.
Shirley looked at him with a “So what?” look.
Bill laughed. “This is the 16th 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 Six thirty PM on the 16th of March. That’s tonight.”
She just smiled back at him and rolled her eyes.
“No. Really,” Bill, still joking, continued, “Something the Government does today will threw us into a time loop.”
“Sure.” She smiled. “I suppose you have proof. That will be $3.97.”
***
Bill was thinking about his wife not liking what he got her for her birthday. He looked up at the clock on the wall over his desk. Six twenty eight PM. He felt a low rumble
***
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. Today was his wife’s birthday.
***
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. Today was his wife’s birthday.
***
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. Today was his wife’s birthday.
October 17, 2017
Satan's night out:
This night be dark
Our moon is full
My master Satan
Has all his tools
His tongue was sharpened
With words to please
For your soul he’ll
Take from thee
We demons roam
Both far and wide
On this his most
Hallow night
Dress up like
What you are
For your now
In his back yard
I hear screams
From those who didn’t
Heed my pleas
Now we demons feed
Jack looked
at the note Raven had passed him: I need to talk to you. For God sake
please meet me in back of Saint Mary’s before the party.
Great. I go
out with her one time a month ago and now she thinks she owns me. Why in the
hell did I let the guys talk me into dating her? “She likes you, Jack.”
“She is easy.” “She’ll date anyone.” Just then a piece of paper hit me.
What the hell! Is this note day or something? I unfolded it was from
Bill. Locker room after class.
I followed
Bill through the Locker room door and before the door could even close he
shoved me against the wall.
Bill had
fire in his eyes and started yelling. What have you done? Do I have to lead you
around everywhere by the hand like some little kid? JoAnn just told me
Raven is pregnant. Don’t you know what a fucking rubber is? The morning
after pill? Shit, you’re the number one goalie in the state and I’m the
number one defender. Do you think R.O.U. will pay you extra to be toting
a kid around? Much less a wife. She is going to have her hand so
deep in your pocket. You do remember what the R.O.U. scout said?
The two of us- not you, not me, not one without the other. Fuck, just
stay away from me you, ass hole. Bill stomped out of the locker room.
What in the
hell is he so worked up about? Shit, it’s not like her kid couldn’t be
anyone of the guys on the soccer team. I know I was not the first or the
last. I’ll tell her she it’s my word against hers. Everyone in town
knows what kind of girl she is. They would never believe her over me.
Raven could
see Saint Mary’s across the street. She had put on her nicest
dress. She wanted Jack to be as happy for her as she was. She had
always wanted a baby and why not Jacks baby. For years she had a crush on
him. She know he lived and breathed soccer. That is all he would
talk about in school. She would not take that away from him.
They could live together at the dorm then after he got out of R.O.U. they could
get married. No one needed to know but him. Some of the girls keep
asking her. They didn’t know. All she told them was she was going to live
with a sick Aunt up north for the rest of the school year. She thought
she saw Jack wearing the devils costume. She kissed her father goodbye
and started across the street.
Bill
watched her go behind the church. Hell, Bill and Jack have been friends
for too long to let some slut come between them. When he got home he’d
call Jack and tell him what he needed to do so Raven would never bother them
again. If Jack just had the balls to do it she would never tell a soul
whose kid it was. Bill took his little brothers hand and started up the
sidewalk to Raven’s house he heard it was going to be one hell of a party
tonight.
Raven saw
Jack over by the Oak tree. When she placed her hand on his shoulder he spun
around and placed his hand over her mouth pulled out a large knife and with all
his might he sunk it as deep as he could into the tree next to her head.
Now tell someone whose baby you think it is. Then Jack turned and walked
away.
Crying
uncontrollable, Raven slid down the tree. Raven turned her head just
enough to watch Jake walk away.
“Are you okay, young lady?” a soft voice asked
Raven.
Raven looked up and
saw a three foot tall person dressed like a lawn gnome. “Do I look
okay? The father to my baby just tried to kill me. I hate him I
wish he was dead.”
The Gnome looked at
her. “Would you give even,” then he smiled and leaned in closer and
whispered something in Ravens ear.
“Yes, even that!”
Raven cried.
Jacked had just stepped out into the
street when he heard the tires squealing and felt the car hit him. He
felt something hit him in the back and his body wrapping around it with a loud
crack.
Raven’s father saw the whole thing even Jack hit the fireplug. From the
way his head hit his feet he knew the young man’s back was broken and he was
dead before he slid to the sidewalk. Raven father ran down the steps to
check on the man and his shoulder hit someone. Bill flew backwards off
the steps and landed on his back in the flower bed. Bill started coughing
up blood. He looked down to see one of Ravens Garden Gnome’s head sticking out
of his chest looking back at him.
Raven stood up and started laughing. Jack got what he deserved. All she wanted was to get out of this damn town. Now all she has to do was lie to some other dumb ass jock about being pregnant and sucker him into getting her out of here. She heard low growling behind her and turned to see four demons within inches of her. They looked hungry and were smiling. She
tried to scream but it was too late.
You could hear laughter in the wind. “Yes not just one but all of their souls.”
Raven stood up and started laughing. Jack got what he deserved. All she wanted was to get out of this damn town. Now all she has to do was lie to some other dumb ass jock about being pregnant and sucker him into getting her out of here. She heard low growling behind her and turned to see four demons within inches of her. They looked hungry and were smiling.
You could hear laughter in the wind. “Yes not just one but all of their souls.”
1003 WC
August 15, 2017
My Words:
Words are all I have
To put upon this page
And tell you how I fell
To let you see
My heart and soul
And what to me is real
But you’ll never know
What’s inside of me
Are view it through my sight
So just tag along
On this ride of mine
To see what you might
You could know joy,
Sorrow or pain then say
He’s written this just right
August 10, 2017
Reality:
Of all the story’s
I try to tell
About my heaven’s
About my hell’s
In your eyes
I can clearly see
Not a single world
Is there for me
Your youth it glows
And lingers on
For mine is dead
And long gone
Reality is twisted
And keeps me blind
My eyes closed
For all time
So read not
The words I write
By this old fool
This very night
I’m quite sure
You’ll understand
You’ve read the words
From a insane man
May 24, 2017
Friends:
There
once was five
And
now there’s four
One
died and is gone
For
evermore
Now
there’s four
Out
in the sand
Another
died from
Their friend's hands
Their friend's hands
Two
gazed into
Each
other’s eyes
A
shot ring out now
The
third one died
One
grinned as
The
other frowned
A
muffle scream of pain
As
one hit the ground
Now
there was just me
No
more could I’ve done
As
down the barrel
I
looked into the gun
And
now there’s none
For
friends we’ll always be
As
we’re together now
Forever
in eternity
May 6, 2017
I Could:
I could write about
The darkness and what
Goes bump in the night
I could write about
The devil and his demons
That fill me with fright
I could write about
Depression that makes me
Want to hang from a tree
I could write about
Being alone but would
You really want to read
I could write about
All this gloom around me
Still you wouldn’t care
I could write about it
But you’d probably say
Why would this he share
So I’ll just write about
The things it seems
You only want to read
I’d better not write
About any of these feelings
That hide deep inside of me
About any of these feelings
That hide deep inside of me
May 1, 2017
The Abyss:
What is this depression
that tugs at my very being?
Like invisible strings attached
to my heart, trying
to drag it into the darkest
pits of my very soul.
Taking away all
understanding of happiness.
Trying to rip me from the only
light that keeps me sane.
Wrapping me tightly in chains,
in an ocean of emotional feelings.
This overwhelming pain in my heart,
that's begging me to surrender.
Telling me it will set me free
from all these burdens.
Still I see no silver lining
shining down on me.
Only dark clouds blocking
that one sliver of light.
Yet I stand here asking, why?
Is this self-question my only hope
To turn this despair around.
Or will nothing change?
Until one of those faithless days,
I throw myself into that abyss.
I throw myself into that abyss.
April 6, 2017
The clatter:
The clatter of tongues, on rows of white
They drive me nuts, both day and night
Chattering like squirrels and crows that fight
Their lips sewed shut, would be quite a sight
They think their words, I want to hear
But it’s just sound, bombarding my ears
And to my eyes, it brings forth tears
Like I was jabbed with a red hot spear
Once I tried to halt, all their clatter
Like what I thought, would really matter
They looked at me, like the Mad Hatter
Off with his head, their teeth chattered
March 26, 2017
They do not see:
As deadly demons wait at my door
I fear of things, that will be
forevermore
Of screams roaring within my ears
Of the sins I’ve done, throughout the
years
Of my flesh burning from these bones
Because of deeds that were mine alone
Why do no others truly understand
Of the fear I have for my fellow man
They say I write about just me
But yet it is them I also see
Because in hell most of us will roam
Tho none believe it will be their home
For they say they walk the one true
path
And fear not of our makers wrath
And yet on that faithful day
We’ll all beg him not to send us away
I know, I’ll only have me to blame
And they’ll point at others for their
shame
February 28, 2017
Answer:
Five
O’clock and not all is well
For
I’ve died and went to Hell
Bitter
screams heard all around
My
life’s clock has ticked down
Darkest
gloom fills my very soul
No
light from this body glows
Gutter
sounds erupted from within
As
hells fires around me spin
My
flesh consumed by burning coal
There’s
no help for me, now I know
I
had my chance to make it right
But
I turned from his loving sight
He
begged me to come, bide with him
But
I know best, for I was a man
From
Hell I’ve screamed and said
If
he calls, fall to your knees and beg
February 19, 2017
Why:
People wonder
what’s wrong with me.
Why do I have
that faraway look in my eye?
They say I have
too much time on my hands,
I have better things to do.
They tell me they see
no good reason for my inquiries.
As I ask myself
why is it this way or that?
Yes I’ve seen stars
bright in the night sky
that are long dead
bright in the night sky
that are long dead
before man took his first breath.
In a cup of coffee
I’ve seen galaxy’s spinning
then slowly die and
witnessed the heartbeat
of our own planet.
On an orange I’ve watched
the fate of our earth
played out in just days.
Still they ask
what is wrong with me
because I’ve watched
a leaf dance to its death
and asked which one
they thought was next.
Who then is insane?
Me or those standing around
in dark glasses and ear plugs
letting the wonders of life
pass them by.
Is it because they fear
that others might point
a finger at them and whisper.
a finger at them and whisper.
Crazy!
February 13, 2017
Crayons:
Life is fleeting yet death is eternal
Still we cling to life like the Insane
clings to their crayons
We both have no control
over either for our life is but a
flicker on this ribbon of time
Why do we strive to learn
more and more knowing
it will be lost forever
All the possessions we gather
we think we’ll take them with us
Even our loved ones we leave behind
will mean nothing beyond
our final breath still we’ll cling
tightly to our few crayons
tightly to our few crayons
January 16, 2017
I’m not Insane
You read what I’ve written
and tell me that you know,
what is inside of me as
you try and read my soul
From my writing on the wall
you tell me I am insane
But is it me, or yourself, you see,
when you analyze my brain
I know you think my writing
is dark and that’s just fine
but I have to ask you please
stop reading between the lines
Just give me a break people
when you read what I write
It’s not about how I feel,
so try and get that right
What you need to know
when my words you’ve read.
Is I’ll be just fine because,
I don’t want this body dead
If you understood my words
they’re not all gloom and dread
You might see a bit of humor
in what, you’ve just read
January 13, 2017
My Soul Rest:
Red
droplets of my blood
fall
on the wooden floor
The
rope around my neck
won’t
tighten anymore
Swing
in the gentle breeze
my
soul now long gone
Will
anyone find me hanging
I
hope it won’t take long
Standing
around, some will cry
yet
none will know why I died
If
I said that I understood
we
know that would be a lie
The
words I wrote upon this page
most
will say, I’m not thinking right
But
if they’d lived this life of mine
They
too would’ve died last night
I’ve
thought about what I did,
and
it was for the best
Because
of what I’ve done
my
soul is now at rest
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