The time capsule

Amongst the stars,
shimmering in space,
surrounded in darkness,

a silver coated spaceship,
emits a pale yellow light,

Its reflection,
is time,
redirected and made anew,

Its mission,
however
is to record time.

an uninterrupted view.
of the never ending field,
of the color spectrum,

With Sensors,
Traveling Faster,
Then light,

It hopes,
To discover,
all the secrets
of the universe.

To Grow

Capo on 2nd fret


Could you find it in your heart toda - aaay,
A                                       C
To fight through the pain,
G
Control your emo - tions
F                              E

I know i said some things I'm not to pro- oud of,
A                                              C
Can't take them back ......,
G
I guess that's grow-in up,
F                              E

To be continued...

Circles : Part 10 : Midnight Street

Our Siren wales,
       past midnight street,
     the flashes,
         of red and blue.

    The colors Reflect
     off glass,
        and mirors,
 causing drivers,
        to take notice,

 One by one,
        they use their signals,
         to pull over
           and open up the road.

     Precious seconds,
fly past,
    as they ignore lights,
          above the street,

    Not talking,
 only listening,
            to the unfolding situation,
     on the radio,

          34 year old male,
not breathing,
         heavily drinking,
     down near Hendersons pub,

       David momentairly forgets,
  the road exists,
         as rumble strips,
      bring him back,

         His partner despises,
      that smug look,
          across Davids face,

    Ambient,
      The girls think he's harmless,
 an average guy,
           who blends in with his surroundings,

       But that attention tracker,
  gets girls like moths,
               to light,
         in the darkened night.

     They are temporally shocked,
 when they're kicked to the curb,
             
            coming to rest,
              on the pavement,
         adjacent to his other victims.

     I will not be there,
 to pick her up,
         His partner though,

          but unable to keep silent,
   
      "How can you be,
             such an ass,
                   and treat women,
                like disposable souls?"
                      The partner finally spat

      David Smiled..

           "Quite easily friend,
        I'm the moth with no eyes,
                for avoids the light,
          and a master of lies"
                David retorted.

       David turned the steering wheel,
              hard right,
          making their final approach,

        "Your an ass"
 His partner shouted,
         the voice trailing off,
        somewhere in the distance,

               David knew something was wrong,
          when they were a block away,
     
            "Do you feel that?" David asked
           His partner responded,
                   I highly doubt you feel anything.

    But then they both stopped and looked at each other.


              Death...

To Part 9 or To Part 11

Its Time to Talk

Lets just,
    Be friends,

  and,

   stop this,
      pretending,

 that our love is going somewhere,

          cuz you know were both from no where,
               
                      Good Bye.              
    
   As time,
        Goes by,

       your memory,
          will slowly fade,

     replaced by something, someone new,
      
            I'm grateful that i have met you,

                       Good Bye.
           

A Knowing Kind of Love

     "Frank!
   Get over here,
     quick,
  Its starting again!"
     Old Martha Barnes stated,

"What!
     Martha I can't hear you,
   when you talk,
      from the other room."
          Old Frank Barnes complained,

       Martha,
  hobbled through,
      the screen door,
        through the kitchen
   and into the living room,

         She noticed,
     the tvs blaring,
        as loud as can be,
  Frank Barns sat,
                Unknowingly, 
     
   She snuck up behind,
 her unsuspecting husband,
         and jumped in front,
     Yelling "i love you",

       "God damn it,
 Martha,
        You scared me half to death."
      Frank stated exasperated,
           Clutching his chest.

    Reaching for the remote,
 Martha turned the TV down,
       To a respectable level,

      "The neighbors are at it again"
        Martha Smiled,
            "The chitting and the chatting?"
                   Franks repression changed

"Oh no they're already yappin."
                           Martha left to the kitchen
            with frank close behind,
      pouring two fresh glasses,
          of lemonade.

   They sat down on the porch swing,
           With voices growing louder,
        Across the way,

                 "Let the squawking commence"
            Frank cheers-ed his wife,
                  a lifetime of memories
       is about commence,
           

       "You never listen to me do you!"
            A women's voice shouted
                 "NO, NO, DON'T PUT THIS ON ME"
           I TOLD YOU I WASN'T GOING
                        LAST MONTH"
                    A mans voice replied with the same intent,

           "Your not going galavanting,
                     with your friends again,
                  When you promised to come with me,"
              The woman stated,

           Old frank barns had 4,
                   fingers up,
             galavanting,
                      what a word,

          The curses came next,
                 and Martha counted,
            Those nasty words,
                    sequentially played,

           Old frank barn,
                 finished his lemonade,
            and placed it on the ground,
                grabbing his wife's hand.

           They danced to,
               the music,
                    of a tune they long forgot,
             and kissed her gently,

                  when the music finally stopped.

Circles : The Mountain Hideout : Part 10

Stratus clouds,
Litter the sky,
Periodically allowing,
          The sun
             To break Through,

  Like heavenly TV,
          on cue,
    Emits an easterly shadow,
  Casting darkened imprints,
     To follow our footsteps,

    By,
  Gazing a far,
        The meandering trail,
   A maple,
      A oak,
  A walnut,
         A birch,

   Randomly placed,
       Across a mountain side,
    Stripped of all color,
        Persephone's curse,

     Only a lone evergreen,
 Greets our passing,
        blocking wildly,
   the northerly chill,

  From a distance,
 Pursuers,
   Beat their drum,
 Rhythmically trying,
     to catch up,

    The fear....

   We must hide,
 But where?
    Another horizon,
    another after that,
          anoth....

    It came to me in,
      Mid though,
         Charley is just playing,
        another one of his games,

  There in the distance,
        a token force,
     guarding a pass,
          long forgotten,
      
    We set up camp,
  and plan our assault,
      drawing in dirt,
    on a distant hill,

    We'll pass the gate,
 at 19 hundred,
    clear the building,
  room by room,

         With,
    Groups of two,
        Moving fast,
    Eliminating all,
       In the resistance force.

To part 9 or To part 11

Tatters

Your words,
      breath life,
 that ripple,
      Through life,

  Which Fray,
    The bias,
   of uncontrolled,
     chaos,

     Now worn,
    from battle,
   and decent,
    debate,

   The Colors,
     are Faded,
    surrendered,
        States,

      Love,
     is blood,
    with holes,
      in the wind,

   We rally,
     around,
    a fallen,
      Friend,

   Saluting,
       the memory,
     the immortal,
       souls,

      Awaiting,
           first light,
         of a new,
             dawn.

The Search

I can't say,
     Why I love you,

 But its beautiful,
     When our minds,
    Are In Tune,

  At first,
      I shivered,
   At your slightest touch,

   Cuz I realize,
        That I wasn't quite whole...................

Train Station

Waiting for a train,
     Here in Conshohocken,
  I hit my baby up,
         I ask her what she's watchin,

  She says the tvs out on the whole damn street.

         She's bored to death and waiting for me-e-eee.

   For into the city,
     We'll escape this mundane day,
        I'll save you,
           If You'll save me too...

        Round the bend,
                 That whistle blows,
            Its coming for,
                 All these displaced souls,

      Were heading hooo-oo-oo-oome,
                  to Philadelphia.

       The train packs full,
              here in mayniyunk,
         but I got you on my mind,
     
          A sweet little lady,
              tries to move on in,
          but this seat is taken,
                   my hear is waiting,
                               for you.

   For into the city,
     We'll escape this mundane day,
        I'll save you,
           If You'll save me too...

        Round the bend,
                 That whistle blows,
            Its coming for,
                 All these displaced souls,

      Were heading hooo-oo-oo-oome,
                  to Philadelphia.

   

Scorched Earth

     There's love in these veins,

That is meant to be shed,

         Dripped on the floor,
  
              Again and again.

    Just sleep it off now,

           And forget all about,

    That chill,

        Crawls right up your spine.

     Let it dig in its claws,

        And race though your soul,
 
    A welcomed embrace,

         Again and again,

    Within this abyss,

          Were burning it all,

   With a pathological,

     conscious control.
    

A Book... Nature part 1 or ???

          Something approaches,
               From over Yonder,
                    Be on the lookout,
                  And stay out of its way.
                          - The Sheriff -

1. Nature

Thunder rolls across the darkening hilltops like a chill races up your spine.  The accompanied flashes of light are close enough to make your hair on your back stand straight and for a brief moment reveal the ominous thunderheads racing toward a secluded valley village..  The surrounding deciduous forest shakes, and the rustle of leaves cascades down the mountain side ahead of a swift updraft.

As the fading sun tucks away its light behind the clouds, a rapid cooling of the air is ensues. Its signaled by a snap in the forest, a broken limb, somewhere far away, echoing now.  Repeated closer, and closer, until the cracking befuddles the creatures of the forest, whom shudder in their burrows, unable to distinguish the rumble from the ground or the sky.

The storms indiscriminate onslaught has no empathy between man made and nature as the limbs pile up on the forest floor.  It was only a matter of time, that one such branch hit a raised line, high above a paved road.   It causes the line came loose, and hit the ground breaking the wire.  An adjacent cylinder near the break pops, and a burning smell hits the air.

The cause and effect is not really noticed here, but further down the road the village is effectively shut down.  Businesses instantly notice and pick up their cell phones, complaining to the power companies, the service providers, their parents or significant others.  Constantly worried about the bottom line.  Unfortunately this mess won't be looked at till the storm passes, and the leaves are just starting to russel.


Next The Town

Dance the Night Away

I move to the left,

               and I
  
                         Move to the right,

      And I see this girl,
           She seems alright,

       I Walk up beside her,
           My feet get lighter,
    She smiles at me,
               There's Chemistry.

                                                     Who,
                                       The hell are you,
                                         To wonder,
                                             Into my world,

   Down this shot,
         
             to,

                Loosen your soul,

     I Stare into,
         Your devilish eyes,

     Take my hand
                   As I lead you on,
             I'll turn you into ,
        My dancing queen,

                                                     Who,
                                       The hell are you,
                                         To wonder,
                                             Into my world.

Lost & Found

Never lost,
      Never found,
   Is a cold day in this,
    Paradise,
      The sun was shinning,
           As your lips turned blue,

       Will you ever remember,
          A day past November,
    Collapsed,
         This friendship,
               Fades away.

Honesty vs Reality

Our first reaction,
    is the most honest,

   Which,
      is immediately followed by,
           A retraction,

   This revision,
        Is a calculated decision,
           of what is considered,
         acceptable behavior,

           This can only be learned,
       through the observation,
                      of  a constantly evolving,
                surrounding.

"I Have a Dream" 50 Years Later (We Still Have Work To Do)

I believe racism,
     Is the checkbox,
   On an application,

        The information stored,
           In databases,
                That is not relevant,
              To your ability,           

          To be used as an after thought,
            If you can do a job,
              Go to school,
               Be in the Military,

          My advice
       Don't ask in the first place,
               Don't mention
                        if your,
                  black or white,
           Old or young,
               Male or Female,

      Not in conversation,
   Not on a form,
          Never,

      Let us remove the word,
         From the dictionary,
            Today,
                Till the end of time.

Waiting

Waiting for a train here in conshohocken,
   I hit my baby up I ask her what she's watchin,
 She says the TVs out on the who's damn street,
      She's bored to death and waitin on me--ee--ee  (triplet)

         Into the city,
            We'll escape this mundane day,
         I'll save you,
               You'll save me,

Syria

There is a problem,
    In a country far away,
  Where no one wants to go.

Ruled by a dictator,
   Whos backed by our.
  Cold Enemy,

   Who's ally,
        Is our greatest foe,
   And supports,
        Hezbollah,

      But its not all,
  Rose pedals,
     The other side,
   Extremists Rebels,

       A power vacuum,
  To ensue,
           As soon as he's ousted,

   We do have allies,
        But they are as weary of war,
      As the American public,

   That's the price,
      We now pay,
     For lying to the Americans,

Fast forward,

   Civil war,
        2 years in the making,
    And a desperate regime,
               Holding a forbidden weapon,

  Our president,
       Draws a line,
    In the sand,

       But lines change,
   As the tide came in,
         And we drew it again,

           However.....

    The unthinkable happens,
 The weapons are allegedly released,
        Worse then last time,
                And the UN is sent in to investigate,

  Shot at,
      The site in question,
       Shelled,
     Scattering the evidence,
        Across the sand

         The UN,
    Is at the mercy of the host country,
      And is mostly ineffective,

            Its what you would expect
                when investigating war crimes,

       Like a mother looking for drugs,
         Letting the child know she's looking,
                  before she looks.

   Diplomacy,
Unfortunately is the UNs weakness,
     And whos right do they have,
   To infringe on a countries sovereignty, 

        But the process is broken,
    And they leave the dirty work,
         For other nations,

        Instead of deploying,
   Bombing,
       Blowing up Syria,
          Like the response America Delivers,

     We need a stronger UN

  A strong investigation arm,
   To obtain accurate,
          Reliable information,

   A humanitarian force,
       To rebuild from the power vacuum,
      and protect innocence,

    A police force,
          To arrest those responsible,
       For war crimes.

   All these issues,
          Must be addressed by the world,
      And not just the United States.

           We are only a small part,
      An ocean away.

Blue Ink

There was a book,
   on a shelf,
 With dust covering its binding,
     Awaiting
        to be cracked open.

      At first it was in constant use,
  Adjacent to a night stand,
         Bookmarked,
           Flipped through,
    Every night,
        Until its completion.

    But now it sat,
      In alphabetical order,
   Adjacent to its brothers,
        Awaiting the prying eyes,
     Of another reader,

    Luckily,
       This book was in an office,
      Of well known professor,
         Where students would come and go,
      Looking to broaden their horizon.

        One such girl,
     Took notice,
          And requested the book home,
     Using a pen to mark the pages.

  On one fateful night,
        The pen exploded,

   Thankfully,
       the ink dried,
  and she was able to finish it,
         But was worried about its state.

             She eventually forgot about it..

    A month or so passed,
          The end of the year was rolling in,
  the professor asked for the book back,

        She hoped her professor would forget,
   But from experience,
          the professor lost many books,
     from poor college students,
             Over the years,
                   
        She felt bad,
   And decided to do the noble thing,
           And bought a two new books,
             One for herself,
          And one for her professor.

    Years later,
         I met this girl,
      And I just so happened to be,
              going through her bookshelf,
   When she told me the story about the book,

       Naturally wanting to broaden my horizons,
             I too borrowed the book,
        Which i found fantastic,
                And,
          Threw it in my trunk of my car meaning to give it back,
            But constantly forgetting.

    It wasn't until we split up,
 That she asked for it back,
             And i went to get the book,
        And found that a pen exploded on it...

      What are the odds,

          I went to the book store,
       immediately,
          to do the noble thing,

      But also bought a second book,          
         For the story,
              And a memory.

If you were curious the book is titled: You Shall Know Our Velocity - By David Edgars

Surf Fishing

This weekend I took off for Milford DE to try out surf fishing for the very first time.  My original plan was to leave right after work, however I forgot to pack my cooler of adult beverages in my car thus making me stop home.  The ensuing stop most likely made me get behind an accident on 476, construction on 95 and then construction on route 1.  Making a hour and a half trip a full 3 hours.

But it was nice once I arrived down there, the initial blast of salt water made me nauseous but I quickly got over it   Continuing down the road I discovered my final destination which was a small charming little fishing shack, which had cable tv, a bunk bed room, and a shower.  However since its a salt marsh there is no septic system so there was a outhouse, that was tolerable when the wind was blowing.

My old college roommate brad (who i can only describe as a mixture between charlie sheen and thomas gabriel (the evil guy in live free and die hard)), was decently in the bag before I got there.  We made sausages on the grill, and drank beers on the porch until the sun set, and talked about times in college.  His cousin was visiting with her boyfriend and said they got jim gaffagan tickets and were driving all the way to Atlantic City after fishing tomorrow.  We all started doing the hot pockets chant, but I like chip chop chip better personally.

After the sun came down however we didn't last too much longer.  I found that a salt marsh has hella bugs and discovered the bugs there bit me 9 times like the predator targeting system. With the bugs decending we we decided to call it an early night.  We ate some pancakes, took the dog for a quick walk while having one more beer on the journey.  But when hitting the bunk beds I had difficulty sleeping at first because I thought I was hearing people having sex in the next room.  Thus I did the whole arm over the head thing, and fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to a marathon, they were still going at it I got up and looked around and noticed the fan was blowing air into the room, apparently Brad had optimum firing range from his anus to his girlfriends mouth which I heard about immediately.  But I also noticed that the fan was blowing toward blinds in the corner of the room which revealed my "sex theory" was just the blinds.   

I was also surprised that, my roommate brad was first up stating how he had a boner the other night and g rubbed it on the pillow he gave to me.  But thankfully I was a little tipsy and just ended up using my backpack as a pillow, and his spirits immediately went down until coffee was served.. 

We slowly got situated, and there was some leftover pancakes, his cousin was up before us and they ended up leaving a half an hour before.  I unfortunately was out of beer and  we needed to get bait.  We packed the car, headed down the road and I was surprised to find out that the beer store was open in Delaware by 9 am.  Well the fact you could buy beer and liquor in the same place along with 6 packs amazes me, but that's besides the point.

After getting a case of Miller Light 16oz, we stopped at the bait shop to get out of state licenses.   Then Finally came to rest at our surf fishing position called slaughter beach.. We set up with our 10 foot fishing poles with beach spikes (pvc pipe), and it was fish on.  My first cast I must have sent my rig about 50 yards out.  Well it broke off and went 50 yards, apparently your not suppose to whip it as hard as you can the "God Damn it Brian" came out rather quickly.  I was trying to do the Napoleon dynamite throw this football as far as I could sketch.  But spent the next 20 minutes tying my own flounder rig.

Once I got the hang of it, it was a lot of fun.  You put a 2 lb weight on the end of your rod with 2 hooks for squid.  In a gentle emotion you toss the rod as far as you possible can from the edge of the surf which is generally around 20 yards.  Keeping the bail open you walk your rod back about 5 yards to your sand spike and tighten the rod until it is tense.

You'll notice if you feel the line that the lead weight rolls around with the tide, constantly going back and forth.  a false positive could be frequent if your not thinking about that.  However half the time in the beginning I didn't know i even hooked a fish and caught 4 dogfish sharks and a bunch of croaker.  It wasn't until 1 pm where we decided to start keeping the fish we caught and by then the tide was going out and so was the fishing.  We packed it up heading back to the fishing shack, and continued drinking on the wall.  I learned the history of the storms from the locals and how a major nor'easter back in 1991 was the worst storm they had.

Apparently the whole entire island was washed away, and only sand remained.  You can not even get flood insurance where this property is located at but it is rather cheap to own (150 dollars in taxes a year).  In sandy they have a retaining wall around the property that goes about 6 feet that saved the property from Super storm Sandy. 

The locals are those early to bed early to rise type of drinkers and left us around 6 pm to hit the sack..  We decided to order a pizza and relax a bit.  Brads girlfriend went to pick it up and brad was too tired of waiting we made some pancakes again.  Thankfully we did that because the pizza was small,  we polished that off and decided to go to the dock for some night fishing.  It didn't last long since the wind was really coming in and we all had major sunburn from being on the beach all day.

We again called it an early night after brad caught a couple eels.  I used the shower and passed out on the couch where brad found me the next day.  It was a pretty much circle story from there, we woke up fished, except there was family drama that brad had to deal with which is where i'll end the story.
 
Have a great Monday everyone...

Brian Vincent