Cataracts

      There is nothing to say,
Now that were old,
And gray,

But,
With our tales of valor,
   we must yield this power,
to this childrens youthful way,

Neither
    Heart Departs,
Hoping to dig in,
  to cling on.





But after our ages,
   Upon the ramparts,
The solders drop,
   one by one,

With their heart on empty,
this heavy fog,
     settles in,

Our children unaffected,
 continue to battle,

but it seems pointless
 with you,

Because

That condensation,
burred,
our united vision.

Nasal Congestion

Were all,
under pressure,

To blow
everything out of proportion,

before we float away,
in that sudden,
gust of wind.

The Long Call

I'm on the phone,
            waiting for you,
       to pickup the line,

    but i will not see,
 that you fell,
       asleep,

That prolonged silence,
                     is deafening.

Trouble

Everyone has their trouble,
But we all manage,
to somehow,
get by.

Wal-mart

Everyone wants wal-mart prices,
But not wal-mart wages.

Constant Change

A rhyme on a dime,

Sets a sun,
To clear all visions,

Relives life without provision,

And brings back,
The night time revision,

Filled with riddles

The Hypnotic Sun

      Forgetting,
The sun rises,
           Befuddles,
     With terrible heat,

End of Days

The world will not end,
in a nuclear holocaust,
or a meteorite disaster,

The world will not end,
in a great flood,
or an ice age,

The world will not end,
in a volcanic eruption,
or a vicious drought,

So for all you,
doomsday sign makers,
just so you get it right,

The end of us,
Is not the end of the world.

Run Around

I'm giving you the run around,
                          that twenty-four seven,
                  circle of frustration,
                             Today,

there's no end in site,
               that worn out path,
         has doomsday clouds,
                Rolling in,

and as rain falls,
                   reality calls,
to see if you had enough,

But your eyes of defiance,
             move toward your goal,
         as mother nature,
takes her toll,

all over you,

Re-Write Icy Coffin

An Icy Coffin - September 11, 2008

A car is buried,
Beneath snow and ice,
With moonlight,
Seeping though,
The breaks in the snow,

Within this igloo,
An eerie silence,




Green,
flashes
12:00 O’clock,

This radio,
Is lost in time,



Your hand reaches,
Forward in guidance,
And turns a knob,
Awaiting that soft click,

The hiss of no reception,

With the Frost built up,
On your joints,
You slowly move your hand,
To the tuning knobs,

Searching,
For the song,
That may be,
Your last,
air wave.


An Icy Coffin July 26th 2008
A car is buried,
Under snow and ice,
With moonlight,
Seeping though,

Inside,
The radio is silent,
But glowing,
Green,
Awaiting instructions,

A hand reaches,
Forward,
a soft click,

Slowly,
Turning the knobs,

Searching,
is the only option now,
For the dead mans,
Last song,

The Cook

Put yourself together,
Young Amputee,
Mend the broken pieces,
Sow them till you bleed,

Your,
Just full of holes,
The butchers hands,
are swings,

Screamings hard,
without your tongue,
Red darkness,
the artery sun,

Gushing geysers,
breathless words,
slit this throat,
for a blood stained sweater.

An Inebriated State

Look Out Below

I am crashing,
falling from the heavens,
looking up,
but being smothered down,
Below the clouds,
like a vicious wind current,
devoured,
by the free fall,

unable to contemplate,
a concurrent thought,

my mind races toward uncertainty,

in this inebriated state,
i am unable to move,
a thought without fireworks,
exploding randomly inside the brain.

ash falls to the ground,
to escape the chaos,
and creates,
a sheet of grey like snow,
for me to rest upon,

No Sleep

Your heart drops,
to the basement level,
as loud screeching,
fills your mind,

a syncopated beat,
that will distract any sleep,

i am contemplating,
falling asleep,
where i am,
for fear,
that i can not get up,

But alas,
the hand resting on my head,
feels better,
then the hand typing the keyboard,

Two Randoms

One Way Trip
Ride away,
Ride away with me,
Carry your baggage,
Carry it along you'll see,

The distant lands,
like tokyo,
we'll chase a dragon,
through the world,

And slowly fade out of phase.

A Painters Thought

Think of landscapes,
the greens blues mixed with grey,
water flowing,
paint drips in disarray.

Work Flow

Its hard to write your thoughts down in a concurrent manner. But by writing thoughts I've determined that sections of an idea are the easy part, developing them into something a reader could enjoy is the hard part.

To me......
Thoughts have to go through my brain like a work flow; often rewritten hundreds of times until the misplaced statement becomes organizes and flow is established.

While I can write decent ideas, combining them into a readable entity is a totally different animal. The spontaneous brain determines how a story can flow or zig-zag around.  Simply "going for it" hardly ever works for me,  its best If I write some ideas "first down", and then toss them around into a work flow.


                "Words have a lot of power when written correctly and agreed upon by all."

The Wondering Crack Head

"I'm Crigity Crack",
yelled the hack,
He smokes the smack,out back,

"Yuns fellas all yackity yak,
till the day is black",
He's still holdin his hurricanes in the sack,

Now Mr. Crigidy lives in an ally,
And gets kind on rowdy,
When he sees "outsiders",

"What you lookin at you googly eye fool?"
He hates it when outsiders drool.
There shock and awe,
Created this cesspool,

But taking advantage of their befuddled state,
Mr Crigity looks on with his eyes filled with hate,
Reaching for his tin,
He shouts,

"There’s only one rule",
swinging his arm like he's attempting to duel,
"Dolla, Dolla, d...DOLLAR BILLS YALL"

Frightened for there lives,
The men run away with their wives,

Their footsteps echoed,
A rhythmic beat,
For Crigidy Cracks,
Rapping feat,

"Bj's for my baby doll,,
Don't go running,
Down,
my hall,
Unless you want to have a ball",

Hour upon hour,
Mr Crigidy continues to yell,
damning everyone to hell,

And sometime after the the sun set,
He collapses where he stood,
Spent,
And his mind content,

He glanced down at his hurricanes,
"I brought this on myself, you stupid old fool" he thought,

But his dreams of fame,
Did not falter,
Until he looked into his cardboard box,
And was filled

with shame,

The Lost Weekends

Our weekends,
wrap around,
decaying molecules,
until there is nothing left.

Should we report the theft?

Can you spare a glass of water?

An Ocean
In the oceans,
There are meadows,
Where the children play,
and drink laxatives,

But they don't need,
any diapers,
cuz nature wipes away,
their crap.


Red Dot
A storms a brewin,
out on the horizon,
the seas be chopin,
to that jazzy rhythm,

dont chum no water,
when the sharks a floatin,
out on this desolate,
ocean.

Its half past ten,
on the eastern seaboard,
that news be playin,
till eleven o'clock,

crash boom bam pop,
show us that red dot,
of a possible,
plane crash.

Hello, Hello, Hello

I can see,
The world on TV,
For bigger then it appears to be,

But without the danger,
I meet no strangers,
or friendly faces all the same,

I jump to action,
at a sound contraction,
burning the couch with gasoline,

For world is small,
why not have a ball,
with strangers and friendly faces,
the same.

The cost of life

I choose life over death,
at any cost,
cuz one things for certain,
I am here.

Blind

If I had to choose,
    which sense to loose,
          It would have to be,
     The right to see,

A first impression,
       Is a decision,
            A predetermined rendition,
of the a past visualization,

As pleasant as it sounds,

The person you meet,
           might not be as sweet,
       as they appear to be,

Because if I was blind,
You might be able to sneak up
                                       from behind,

But I would not be fooled,
           By your mask.

The Garden

If you plant,
enough seeds,
eventually,
something will grow,

Somewhere,
Anywhere,
Everywhere,
A seed has an opportunity,

But to better your chances,
Add,
Water, light, and soil,

Now don't fret,
when your seeds,
turn out to be weeds,

Because at least you now know,
That something can grow.

Fragment

I am a fragment,
Of an imagination,

Because when I think,
It flows,
Only in sections,

Wrapping my ideas,
Together however,

Must be siphoned,
And filtered.
Before they are devoured.

Photo

My face is known
     throughout the land,
So I hide in my home
     and come up with a plan,

A clever disguise,
                     the paparazzi demise,

I'll just let time take over,
to allow my beard to grow over,

ecaf siht.

But shut up in my home,

            I realize,

There is time to burn,
           So I lay on my couch,
awaiting for the days to turn,

Glancing at my window pane,
                  A sense of dispare remains,

I leap and close,
         all the windows,
                 before it rains.

I race all around the house,
           but not before,
    I saw the man,

snap snap snip-bitty snap snap,
         his camera went 
like the sound of a register,
              going haywire,

and that was when,
           I closed the blind,
      but not before,
             the seizure hit me from behind,

The carpets soft,
     but absorbs my convulsions,


   I hope he got his moneys worth.

On Empty

I was too naive to see,
that my gas tank,
was on

E,

When my car died,
            on the side,
     of the road,

But the real panic struck,
      when i was caught in the muck,
Directly in the path,
         of a semi-truck,

Clickity
    click
     click clack.

beep
    boop
      boop boop,

Clickity
        click
         click clack,

beep
       boop
         boop boop,

Clickity
click click,

booooooooom..

A Perfect Ending

Everyday when I come back home,
          Is a day that I'll spend with you,
For those moments away,

Can't make a hell of a day,
               Unless it ends with you.

A Double Take

A Phone Call
Give me a call,
            Sometime,
      in your lifetime,

But before,
             either of us,
  Kicks the bucket,

       or
            we'll regret,
      the moments of silence,

       or
    simply forget,
        each others existence.

Plan B
Nothing ever goes as planed,
           That's why were all ready,
to lend a helping hand,

For together we fight our bouts of trouble,
                    For together we can fight this on the double.

The Creator

Writers cramp,
Writers block,
are problems you'll endure,

Pick me up,
the yellow standard,
octogon for your fingers,

Creation has its price on me,
just carve my wooden casing,

Anal retentive writing whores,
Write thought until completion,

The letters expand,
My head is dull,
But yet I shall continue,

Break me in half,
and share with your neighbor,
For I am your creator,

Smudge the words,
With the end of my wand,
Wiped,
Then blown away,

These mistakes,
are nothing,
but food for a vacume,

Now when i've grown old,
and passed away,
Treat my brothers,
the very same way,

For seventy-two of us,
were born togeather,
We shall be known,
as number two forever.

An Icy Coffin

A car is buried,
Under snow and ice,
With moonlight,
Seeping though,

Inside,
The radio is silent,
But glowing,
Green,
Awaiting instructions,

A hand reaches,
Forward,
a soft click,

Slowly,
Turning the knobs,

Searching,
is the only option now,
For the dead mans,
Last song,

Two at a Time

Insane Asylum
Doing what you do,
         Is hard to do,
     When everyone else,
 Is crazy,

Knowing what to do,
                       Is hard to do,
           when everything else,
       makes you crazy.

Friends Think Together
What are we going to do?
           we'll find out in a second or two,

                so don't just sit there,
like you haven’t a clue,

or came down with,
          a case of the blues,

Lets think of something!

Segment

            segment your lives,
       with different faces,
    locked them away
in different places,

My mind is storing,
           my thoughts,
        about you,
 But its all queued up,
for the morning deletion,

recalling the days,
of past mistakes,
      re-living them all,
            an afternoon haze,

by dispatching,
my blocking signals,
          I forget,
the nighttime riddles.

Cause

Prison
Jail,
Is not built,
for the man,

Instead,
its a holding cell,
for the lost cause.

Solder
Power,
In its absolute form,
is a solder,
sent by county,

to carry out,
the bidding,
of rulers,

These,
civilized people,
resolve there differences.

By suppressing,
the weaker populations,

Against their will,

In order,
To bind,
the causes,
every nation,

For they fight,
to unite.

A Goodnight

The candle is burning,
as my mind is turning,
deep in the darkness of night,

As it burns brighter,
the forest turns quieter,
silent in the darkness of night,

The stars twinkle softly,
orbiting so slowly,
shimmering in the darkness of night,

The moon pulls its cover,
as the clouds become it's lover,
sleeping till the twilight of night.

Be Careful

I am not,
the smartest egg,
in the carton,

but if you didn't notice,
we all taste the same,
when we crack.

Reality or Life

I had a conversation with a co-worker the other day about the following message:

Floating in the empty space of reality.

It sparked a discussion that lasted about an hour and a half we discovered a few things...

We first discussed what reality was, and i got stuck on the fact that reality can't exist were not here. His point of view was some realty is always present even if were here or not.

I tried to come up with some rules for reality to exist. This is what i came up with:
There has to be a world/place where people call home,
There has to be atoms/molecules following rules,
There has to be evolution both mentally and physically of the atoms,

But his point went to the sense of reality always existing whether there is anything present or not. In a way reality sounds like something is always in control of us if it always exists, like someone is analyzing our every move... We touched base on the religious implementations of the discussion but decided not to venture into that realm

We continued to bicker back and forth for a while, before i gradually realized his definition of reality was basically my definition of life.. So i had to define reality as the human definition of life and I brought up the point of virtual realities where we create a create all the rules and understand the system of life that is present.

To counter my way of thinking my co-worker went into art and described life as the black and white phase of life.. Reality as the shades of grey in between, and while they don't exist all the time, they do for short periods of time thus making reality exist for a little while until a problem has a proper resolution...

So in my conclusion if we did not exist then no one would be able to analyze reality and that's life. or is that reality? Is everything all black and white or also grey? Its a conversation i would of liked to have further but we had work to do, and that's just the reality of life.

Worthless Points

I ask You,
         Once Again,
Why are we Keeping Score?

For I live to see the day,
        When our money,
burns away,

          Just to keep us,
                 warm.

How Imagination and Life Co-Exist.

Like any other story,
A location must be picked,
A set of characters chosen,
And a plot to be decided.

However for a stories perception,
A period or periods of time,
In the author life,
Combine with imagination,
To turn a simple book,
Into a lively tale,

This is genuinely,
How we are able,
To describe visions of a different world,
coherently to ourselves,

Now from this single outlook,
we share it amongst our peers,
and if found worthy enough,
Printed,
and re-imagined over and over again,
In a completely different minds,

where the authors ideas,
are reflected into the lives,
Of the readers,

And the assignment,
Of defining characteristics,
Rivets across society,

Different Cities,
Become your Rome,
Your Paris,
Your New York,

Different Couples,
Become your Adam and Eve,
Your Romeo and Juliet,
Your Parents or Your Friends

Different Situations,
Become your Comedy’s or your tragedy’s.

The unimaginable becomes tangible enough,
For us to each comprehend,
Our own imagination,
In someone else’s perception.

Bliss

The saying,
Ignorance is bliss,
is beautiful,

because in this life,
nothing matters,
in the end.

Earth to humans

Hello Humans,
I just want to say,
That were spinning helpless,
In outer space,

We travel round,
A burning ball,
of fire,

Cooking our perfect mixture,
Of greens to blues,

But don't worry,
Relax,
Were All Just Floating through Empty space.

Summertime

A window,
Is nothing,
without a fan,
in summers swelter,

A Life Lost to the Ages

I exist because I write,

my thoughts,
placing them in a fragile time capsule,

forever,

And as ages pass,
My ideas will lie dormant,

Never to be refined,

my skull will decay,
and I will be slowly buried
beneath the sand of time,

Eons pass now and I am found in a new age,

Where unexpectedly a soul will reach for me,

and wonder across my mind,

To catch a glimpse,
of my demon.

And I will say to you,

Look into my soul,

and breath my words,

amongst the living,

For your living in,
the decadent wake.

Air

         I don't care,
About the air,
      
     So lets breath in,
             Before this poison,
                    Settles in.

Mounting Problems

Compounding problems,
are ones demise,
to a common
ailment.

A pirates life

Steal booty when your young,
So when your older,
Your children can collect,
The bounty on your head.

Birthday Cake

males and females,
can both agree,
to celebrate,
with cake.

thankfully,
the cake is chosen,
for the celebrator.

and no bickering,
is required,
for this happy,
cake.

Shit Stain

In this life,
           we are in a bowl,
         of shit,

thriving to do better,
       we work ourselves,
    to death,

so that one day,
                when we are,
          finally flushed forever,

       we will,
    leave a mark,
for our company to notice.

Coming Full Circle

Its probably more of less me changing my schedules to a more night time routine, but living in Harrisburg you do not see too many.......

          Stars.


Being back home in central PA Tonight  I went outside and gazed at the stars for a while. Not overthinking it, just a spontaneous bare foot journey to my back yard with my ipod blaring Radioheads - Bodysnachers. As soon as my feet hit the grass i noticed the summer dew for forming . Not to slippy though, it was just enough to notice the grass was wet and contemplate whether or not to put shoes on. And Being 4 feet into my yard, with my momentum continuing forward, i decided against it..

Now after a few paces I found what appeared to be a good dry spot and looked upward... Naturally the first thing I noticed the big dipper much like i do in the Harrisburg... But as i glanced harder I found out that couldn't make out much more...

I initially thought it was light pollution, and looking toward my porch I was disappointed to find the light turned off.

I then glanced at the street lights surrounding my house and saw that there was a haze hanging over the area. I wouldn't expect it being so nice 66 degrees in the valley, but looking at temperatures around the area it should be around 70-72 right now. What i am seeing is proof that hot air rises.

Cool I thought not helping me see the stars, reaching down i realized Radiohead "Nude" came on and thought this would have been a neat song to look at the stars when going outside..

So i decided to give it a shot, gradually finding myself looking at the mist around street lights. Realizing the eerily stillness of a continuous yellow spectrum shining into water vapor i noticed out of the corer of my eye that two dark flashes blocked out the light from the reflecting vapor.

I immediately switched my attention glaring into the darkness of the surrounding trees. They came out again and spin around in the air doing a perfect circle together and zooming away into the shadows. BATS! I was immediately surprised not knowing whether to go inside or stay put. I decided to lay down quick so i would be out of their way. I regretted my decision as soon as my back hit the grass considering i was still in work cloths. But I'm here now and Radioheads "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" just started.

To be honest it was probably the best change up in music for me at the moment, initially going outside to see stars for Radiohead "Nude" but now laying on the wet grass watching the bats eat to Radiohead "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" completely somehow fit together wonderfully. Nice job on orchestrating this cd radiohead, i have to give you props.

I watched the bats continue to eat their fill realizing that bats are benefiting in this area due to global warming. Besides, we seem to get storms every other night so the bug population has to get under control somehow.

And being outside, I didn't notice any bugs about which is odd for this time of the year. I guess they've finally built up a big enough population to keep the bugs under control...

Random Thought:
Just gazing up at the stars it makes you wonder, this is what people did for entertainment before tv and radio. A hazy day like this is like getting bad reception on your tv and having to call the cable company to send out a truck.

Halfway through "All I Need" Radiohead I fast forward to "Faust Arp", then "The Recokoner", then stoping on "House of Cards". Too bad there isn't a 1800 movhaze number i could call. (or just change the setting on my ipod for weather.

I decided that while i did want to look at the stars I should continue my quest elsewhere because the ground isn't as dry as i initially thought. Getting up I decided to make a quick trip around my house to see if there was any other good spots to see the stars, avoiding the occasional bats along the way. I didn't have much luck, realizing that the only place to see stars at night would be on top of the mountain.

Coming full circle I again walked around past my doorstep because i could see slightly better now that my eyes adjusted slightly to the darkness. But standing on the cement where it was dry for a while and then going to the grass made a familiar situation pop back into my mind whether to put shoes on or not. And looking at my ipod the pieces fell in place and i decided to call it a night.

Williamsport Woodsman

Snow melts slowly north of I-80,

But the millionaires never cared,

choking on the arctic air,

They harvest natures beauty

15 second snooze

Climbing a hill,I approached the summit,
and i felt the warmness of the sun,

The suns rays first touched the top of my head,
but as the oceans breeze lifted me higher,
my body became consumed in warmth.

I turned around to notice a ship,
there were no engines but rather sales,
heading slowly off to the west,

Turning back toward the sunrise,
the cherished ones of our past,
greeted me with open arms..

Storage

They sat and spoke without a sound,

not having to say,

hello or goodbye.

Their thoughts and actions stand alone,
open to each other,

brutally honest,

Even though friends drift apart,
They retained the bonds,
Closest to their heart,

Years may test,

This long distance friendship,

But one thing remains certain,

Memories,
Have a way,
of retaining,

our lives lived in great company.

Wine Bottles

The dizziness of the oscillating monitor causes pain to erupt from the front of my brain... my eyes do not have to be open to notice the a crt's faulty qualities...

ugh

I've realized that if you whip your head back and forth... doing so causes your mind to leap forth and back again... while dizziness continues to swirl... its like the back of your brain has feelings.... i guess when you've had too many it really seems to stay in the front of the brain... while making everything else a little more wobbly...

its like the front of your brain becomes heavy... like a metronome waddles back and forth. (too heavy for the back of your mind to hold still).. Thus your mind tries to sign wave (metronome) to find an equilibrium while the world spins around in circles..

i believe what i am striving for is equilibrium right now... water is probably a good idea...

is alcohol throwing you off a line?

do people need to be thrown off their typical line though life, or does this typically happen all the time... what if life was a big gigantic line... and the events you formulate in your mind oscillate and change what should have been.... maybe that's what makes us all special.. our ability to oscillate....

our ability to take a line and complete it by connecting the dots...

or to skip a few steps...

or to go in circles and discover why people get stuck at certain stages....

what stage in life are you in now?

are you moving forward?

wondering around...

could this thing called life have different lines?
like when you cut rope to develop string...

with each string they all combine to create a rope... but the rope needs all pieces to wind up together to form a cohesive unit....

Three Pointer

Scissors

Scissors do not make people fit,
Together like they should,
These mutilated connections,
Break easily

A Downpour

Rain,
Falls,
From the sky,
To the ground,

Soaking,
The arid ground,
Its cleansing,
A burnt oak tree,

Washing,
Away,
The ash and the gray,

To much
Is choking,
The last colony.

A Feeling Remains

I’m glad we spent this time together,
And while the grand picture fell apart,
Some of the pieces stayed,
Within my heart,

This love I obtained,
Stays,
An essential piece.

A Tad Late

If we got the timing right
                        we could be all different,
But were off a millisecond in
                           this alternate reality,

I’d rather not think of the “could have been”,
The near misses that could of changed my life,
Yet I,
Still wish upon,
That shooting star,

I want to see those sparks at night,
         So
Go fetch my net its time to find,
The one,
Who means,
Everything,

Hop aboard this rocket ship
                             for its time to see,
The distant galaxies of make believe,
Only there,
Shall I find,
What I need.

Life is your Masterpiece

When you look around at your life, everything is a result of your past actions (obviously exempt is the things you started out with since birth).

Your job, your relationship, your health, the things in your apartment or house.

All these items are a result of how your masterpiece has taken place thus far can we change it if you want...

Before we get into that start by think to yourself, how did i acquire all these things? Did you wake up one day and say hey i want to fireman, a teacher, an accountant, an it consultant? Did you want to have a girlfriend/boyfriend who's smart, funny, and attractive? Or a house with 5 bedrooms for all the little ones you'd have?

I believe a lot of starts by thinking. If your thinking of actions that make you happy, then continue what your doing. If your having trouble thinking of things that make you happy then just simply write things down that make you grateful.

Once you have a list of what makes you grateful. This can be things you have or things you want, but once you have that list think about how you could incorporate more of this into my life? You obviously don't know how your going to accomplish it but if your driving at night from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia you can only see as far as your tail lights will take you and trust that the road will bring you to your destination.

I thought of this recently:
negative thoughts and positive thoughts are both absorbed into your masterpiece.
negative thoughts show up quicker
however positive though take time to develop but are more lasting

The key is to start by doing the small things, maybe clean your house, calling a friend, or just thinking about something that makes you happy and putting it into action is what you need to do to make your masterpiece truly wonderful.

if we didn't start with the small things then how else would this quote even be possible?

One small step form man one giant leap for mankind.
~Neil Armstrong~

Weather

When did the weather channel
                                           get so colorful,

          a masterful mixture
                     of greens and reds,
pushed back and forth,
                           by streams of air,

                Raining down on our hopes and dreams.

Funnel Cloud

Sitting in a room
         you feel that rumble,

But try not to stumble,

When you look out the window,
                      And gaze at the cloud,

Like a rock on water,
     Skips over your house.

A Long Dig

A start to something

There are individuals who believe that instead of climbing to the top of mount Everest, they'd rather make a tunnel to go through the mountain. They have no tools, no plan, just banging away day after day at the mountain side. Now there are also towns people that walk by on a adjacent path to the dig site and glance at this occurrence. Occasionally they'll give a shout out like "Use tools", and with bloody brows the headbangers take a branch and a rock to make a hammer... and they start to think... With better suggestions comes better progress going through the mountain and gradually they realize that some tools are better to be used then other tools.

There is however a point in the dig when the rock is so compact that no tool will work on the dig... They'll again begin to bang their head at the mountain, but this time no one can see them for their progress is off the beaten path.. they check around, back track, try new tools at different locations, and trying different areas to get through the mountain.  After hours of trial and error an old miner coming from the other side of the mountain laughs out loud and wonders what's the matter.

The miner examines the rock and explains "Your idiots if you continue down that path" in a clear southern accent.  "The surrounding rock will just lead us to the same dead end" spitting his chew on the ground checking the quiet canaries cage. The miner suggests that they backtrack and start climbing the mountain, for he knows the shortcuts and caves in between that will make their climb easier.

The men reluctant to give up, consed to the old miners wishes, lugging there tools up to a higher location. 

****** Fixed, last paragraph, but the story will eventually lead somewhere ******

The College Files

Hippies + Rock
Hippies hate rock music,
Rock music hates hippies,
In order to gain acceptance hippies created punk music which is rock music and pain.

Pillars

A lie of a life,
to build the pillars high,
and watch them crumble,
as bombs explode,
and flack darkens the sky,

There are things you can have,
But also things you can't achieve,
Just analyze the possibilities,
and leave.

Concentrating the Mind Trip

Just an empty seat,
Spaced out far and wide,
dwelling,
scatters your mind across the globe

Rich Mans Dream

sugar coat your life,
laying on the street,
too poor for bankruptcy
but rich enough for whiskey,

Help your Neighbor

Disintegrate,
in disbelief,
the consequences of our unique reactions,
are crashing down,
crushed in a rubble heap,
destroyed with an occupant underneath.

Surveillance

A required checkpoint,
monitors the needy,
IDs the source of lifes energy,
and rips it out with an old box cutter.

Test Results

Results reflect,
upon ones life,
the no so,
distant,

Futures remain,
hopeful,
resilient,
to breath,
to break through,
unscathed,

the talking man,
unseen,
unknown,
decides whether or not,
yes,
or no,

For a brief moment,
the results arrive,
around,
what's expected,

talking briefly,
she's whisked away,
by another for her space,

excited,
on her phone,
she's introduced,
to her next candidate,
circling around the faceless landscape,

for the intelligent one.