I walk with Shadows - Some Poems

I walk with Shadows
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry

MURDER

"murder! murder!"

"I believe it's broken."

"I believe he's broken."

"we don't have the technology."

"we can't rebuild him."

"but who cares?"

"he has no heart!"

"he gave it away."

"he didn't want it back."

"he couldn't take it back."

"what a poor young chap."

"he'll never be the same again."

"wait! wait!"

"its a girl from a picture frame."

"is she here to save him?"

"nothing can save this boy"

"is it a lost cause?"

"his heart doesn't beat'

She held it in her hands....

breathe...breathe...

MORE THAN STARS

More than stars
more than dreams
that's what she said to me.

these stars
these dreams
must have been nightmares and supernovas.
the hydrogen must have run out
the night to terrifying for thoughts.

More than stars
more than dreams
I always replied to you.

these stars
these dreams
ended up nightmares and a supernova.
I lost my oxygen
and the night became as black as Satan's soul.

AND THE EARTH NEVER KNEW WHY

It was a cool moon but darkness seemed unattached and the sun forever stressed it was but a silhouette.

Each ray radiated with a forbidding sense of glory his pride was for naught.

Luna never sensed the point in star as she basked in its glow.

And as the stayed grew colder the frost stayed at bay.

For the Star was doing his job today.

Terra firma went on spinning as she often did and played on its precious life giving fault.

As Luna grew more wary of The Star she began to call out to Gaia

Do you not see how he burns you and makes you sick?

But the earth said nothing. The world had become that of fear

Lunacy at the poles: both north and south.

Luna became enraged with the playful Earth for her love of the Star.

A lunatic tide sent to crack earth's surface.

Gaia all but vanished under icy waters.

The Star hoped Gaia could stay afloat.

But Luna's hatred raged, Gaia stood in her way of the Star's light.

The Earth never knew why and the Star missed the Earth.

I hear Cairo is nice this time of year

I hear the weather

Effects my mood today

And it seems so strange

That its got me down

We watch the rain fall

It comes as night falls

All around

This town

And you say:

I forgot what its like to smile

And how to fashion a heart

Broken apart

Just like this rain fall

What its like to be misused

So lead me to your room

we'll watch the rain fall

So let's go to Hawaii

No one knows us out there

No more dog stares

Or how bout Paris

I hear it's nice this time of year

So let's go to London or maybe Detroit

I'm hoping by then you'll have seen my point

But till then, these are my travel plans

A Forewarning

It smells like regret

When you smoke your cigarette

The apocalypse

Is a thing to miss?

The fire comes from the sky

Burns the blinded eye

Of the one that's myth

And you can't live with it

The Only Truth in Decay

Do you remember Mr. Rogers?

Well, you're the town of make-believe

It sounds a little hard

But why don't you just believe me

I can't tell what's real or fake

I don't remember what's at stake

I'll change my sweater

And maybe my shoes

Wait there for the train

To bring me some bad news

But I can't tell what's real or fake

I don't remember what's at stake

MEANINGLESS TITLE

What is your favorite place?
I'm just a though, so speak your mind.
A carousel or the box springs?
I'm in your mind, just let it out.

Would you rather go around or up and down?
Spirits don't do either.
Do you like to Bounce or twirl?
I'm just in your mind so let it out.

Do you prefer words to actions?
I imagine I can't be harmed.
Are you damaged by both?
I'm in your mind so let it out.

Will you cry or laugh it off?
That I am just an afterthought?

Welcome to December, you may never see it Again. Who knew?

Can we play a new game now?
How about Hello?
Can I play an old card?
I miss you.
And I may be a few years too late.
But, You missed me first.

Load the bases,
we'll pack the fields.
Everyone wants to see this play out.
Again.
I may have gone crazy.
But the sun still sets where it should.

Can I tell you something new?
Your hair always fell in my face.
I forget the smell.
It was a blur of a dream.
Stop, wait forever,
Wait for winter.
I don't like to swim.

Tell me how, I figured it out.
The new hello.
You're lost inspiration.
Out of my grasp.

and then there was Chaos

It's sentimentality, almost a science.
But, I'm fed up with this human condition.
It doesn't look good on me.
It's the lack of what is supposed to mean Human.
It's Love and Respect
I fail at these too.

The Life,The Funeral, The Whore

in a sea of Romance that's been tried and ruled true
circumstances visit mausoleums laid to rest by you
You're a whore, nothing more and I can't change the fact
that you'll die so alone, your body hardly intact
you bleed and you cry as you take it all in
you bathe in the green bath, bought for you by your sin
We remember the life you were brought up this way.
We think of the good times and are unable to say
we will miss you and we walk with you today.
Now at your funeral with no pain in my heart
Not even moved when the rain began to start
leaving the cemetery all dressed in black
I see a new girl exposing her back
I think of you only when i see the dirt
I think of you only when i see a young girl hurt
They say you were a mighty fine whore
you once were in love and that mean nothing more.
The man you loved was cruel and twisted
he kept a chart of his availability listed
no time for his wife, no time for dinner
it was this man that made you a sinner
So once you were a woman with copious amounts of pride
Now i walk away, no one even knows that you died.

Don't tell me what I already knew

Beautiful bird lost in the void
Crimson moss grows - it grows
Butterflies flap - Sky Dance
Creatures move with ease
As poison rains storms burst, they tease…
With violent air. Explode.

Diamond crab claw-grabs grinning
Test the flow of DEATH from above
As nations war for false deities
Burning land for ancient remedies
Burn the world…then cry.

Sunsets blaze a midnight skyline
Burning tentatively bright.
Green water flows upside down-
Don’t drink it.

EXPLODE EARTH!
Explode
earth

I wrote you a poem

A week ago I wrote you a poem,
It wasn't very good, but we were all there.
I remembered the colours of your hair,
It has changed a lot.

Six days ago, I said I missed you.
I didn't tell you that, but i bet you know.
I made a few mistakes I knew were low.
I have changed a lot.

Two days ago, I wanted to see you.
You weren't around, but I expected that.
You didn't know a good place to meet at.
You haven't been around.

Yesterday, seemed like a dream.
A multitude of colours, and peoples sweat.
Everyone was dancing under a neon net.
I don't dance.

Today, Is like any other day.
You're not around, but I'm not alone,
Eternity is nothing for a stone.
But, everything for me

Tomorrow, I hope for a better day.
So far, I don't seem to have that luck.
Not to mention I'm only just one selfish fuck.
I want you to know: I'm sorry.

To The Island

I remember the crash of the waves pressed on the beach, as the shore sparkled in the sunlight caused by the dew on the morning leaves.

The thought came to me of a face, one I have only visited in photographs, and told not only of it's inner beauty.

Before the sun could set on the lake this face became clearer, nearer somehow, as if I've always known it.

I remembered a voice, It seemed off in a distance, over the water carried by the seagulls.

The thought came to me of a song, the woman's song I had missed, I had loved

Before I could bring the notes to my mind, the tide crashed, taking the sweet music away.

At last I remembered the smell that brought the face and music back to me.

But the thought was vague and hazy, it was missing, it was unclear.

This damn island has taken even my memory of you, Now I'm finally glad I packed this pistol.

Robots...

My Stance On Robots
Current mood: angry

I start today by saying simply saying hello. Hello to my fellow students and country men and even to Romans. Even though I shouldn't say it to Romans because Romans are stupid and don't exist anymore.Romania? What's that? That's made up. Come on now, who gets sacked by a guy named Hannibal? Anyways, sorry I got sidetracked.

I wanted to talk today about something I'm passionate about, even though we're being forced to do this.

I want to talk about something futuristic something magical: Robots. And to start off I'd just like to say robots suck. There is and never will be anything good about a robot (except their metal bodies).

For example: Robots will want to feel feelings. This is understandable because they are stupid. Right off the bat it's clear that robots are a waste of metal. This metal should be used to be made into bat to use against feminists, vegetarians and people who think robots are cool among countless other things.

A robot would be angry for not being able to feel feelings. This again is ridiculous. Anger is an emotion and thus again proving that Robots are stupid.

They can't feel feelings and they want to feel them. This is called desire. Desire is a feeling. Feelings are overrated anyways. Thus making robots stupid for desiring to feel feelings but if they desire it they feel a feeling and get mad that they can't. They would probably also want to feel accepted. This again is a feeling. In their quest to be more like humans (which aren't much better anyways) they do feel feelings making them pointless.

See what I'm getting at? Robots are useless. What will they ever do for us? Steal our jobs? Fight our wars? Steal our women? Enslave humanity?

That's right. I said it. Robots plan to enslave humanity. Want Proof? Look at the Matrix or I robot (bad). Ah ha! Robots trying to overthrow their fleshy creators, and why not they are physically capable if not mentally but then again most politicians are about as intelligent as George W. Bush. They are stupid like everyone else that's tried to rule the world, remember the Romans? Hitler? But unlike Romans and Hitler robots can kill people and not feel bad about it because they have no emotions. Did I Contradict myself? No because at this point Robots will embrace being a robot and denounce any thing human. At this point they will kill us all and laugh about it in their mechanical Stephen Hawking like voice. We will cry into the air as they kill us in droves "DAMN DIRTY ROBOTS!" Because at this point that won't be shiny; they will be evil and painted in camouflage to make killing us more efficient.

But the punch line is this: Robots need to shut up. That's right androids suck! The Terminator is lame. The matrix is corny. And I robot is a giant infomercial. Having pretend humans is a stupid idea. Shut up Androids you don't even exist! In fact I have devised a plan on how to rise up against the robot armada of the future. It's simple. Do what humans to best mate. That's right mate but not with the opposite sex and not in a sexual way. Mating at this time will be name of the process of making cyborgs. See cyborgs are cool because they are 50% Human and 50% Robot but only the good parts. So with the cyborg army at our disposal the robot army will be inferior. Adding the best aspects to a human to the only good aspect of a robot, which is the metal body (that should have gone into Aluminium bats), would create super warriors capable of killing all robots in a single bow. Speaking of doing stuff in a single bow…superman is overrated to.

But until all this happens I have one thing to say: Back off robots or we won't invent you. Jerks.

There is only Truth in decay.

I think people have good hearts.

But people ignore anything good.

They sort of put goodness in the backseat.

That is the Evil of the world.

Waiting in the dark

Waiting in the dark (a short story)
Category: Writing and Poetry

Jack never liked waking up early. Sleeping in always felt wonderful. His bed was his haven, his place of most comfort. But to him it felt empty. She was gone.

On the morning he couldn't take sleeping alone he awoke quite startled with his Sony alarm clock softly glowing red in the darkness. It was the only available light source. Jack found it uneasy. It was nearly four a.m., an unusual time in the morning to wake up naturally, even by dawn lovers, early morning risers or people with prostate problems.

Jack wasn't a faithful man; he hardly even went to the mosque as a child with his parents. But something about that morning seemed foreign to him; as if a sovereign entity had roused his from sleep. Needless to say, Jack was stirred to far awake to lay back to sleep. So, disturbed and unhappy about his waking, he stumbled into the washroom across the hall of his small apartment and took a piss.

As far as revelations go, Jack was one to never experience them. As a man raised a in the Islamic faith, his parents naturally tied to open their son to God. His father was a converted Catholic and so his mother was a life long Muslim. His ex-girlfriend Sarah had asked him to go to church with her every odd Sunday. But this was uncomfortable for him.

Standing in front of his toilet he felt a sudden and unexplainable urge to get dressed and leave Toronto.

Now Jack held a job as a waiter, and needless to say was not the wealthiest man in all of the GTA. But he felt compelled to wear his one and only suit when he opened his closet. There in front of him the navy blue striped blazer hung. He rarely wore it, only to his Aunt Maggie's funeral last September.

Jack's Auntie Maggie was his father's sister. And after his mothers passing when Jack was nine Maggie became the woman in his life. She taught him everything she knew. She was his ray of hope when things got bad. When she found out she had lung cancer Jack didn't know how to react. He became angry with the doctors for being unable to help his Aunt. It took both Sarah, Jacks girlfriend at the time and Auntie Maggie to calm him down. All Jack could remember of the funeral was Sarah holding his hand tightly.

Jack pulled his pants on slowly and fastened the black tie around his neck. The blackness of the tie made his white dress shirt seem whiter. Jack finished getting dressed by tying on his black leather shoes, putting on an old watch his father gave him and finally, pulling the blazer over his shoulders. Dress for success, his father once told him. Although Jack didn't know why, he felt he had done just that.

Glancing at the watch now tight on his wrist, Jacks brain didn't register the darkness outside with 4:13. And even though it was much before noon, he strolled to his fridge and pulled out a Kokanee. Twisting its cap and taking a long swig, Jack had the reoccurring urge to leave.

The hallway in his building was an astounding white and bright, so it took a few moments for Jacks pupils to adjust enough for him to see. The building had a lingering smell of many different people cooking many different things; the only refuge from the smell was the tiny elevator that never went to the first floor, so Jack would have to walk down a flight of stairs to reach the entrance.

"I'm so sorry Jack. Come back to me, please!" The words passed through Jack's brain like an electric current. He had no idea why he imagined Sarah's voice. It was a scream that came into his ear as a whisper. He had never heard Sarah apologize and wondered why his brain would assemble a memory that had never really happened.

Sarah, as Jack would tell anyone that cared to ask, was the love of his life. Her curly blonde hair that always seemed to dance in the breeze when they walked down the lake was his favourite thought. Although it was her eyes that had initially sparked his interest in her. Not quite green, her eyes seemed a yellow and sometimes a gray. Sarah was a mystery to Jack, who knew everything about her. Jack knew in his final moments, she would be his only thought.

On the street Jack didn't know where he was going to go. He didn't know why he was up. The black, dead streets seemed unnatural for downtown Toronto. Not a soul was awake nor were the street lights on.

He wondered the streets with no real sense of direction, the sandy blackness was foreign to him, in the concrete world that was Toronto, Jack had forgotten the harsh feel of sand on his face once again he wondered where he was going to go. But in the darkness he knew he would have trouble finding anything until the dawn sprung.

*

After what had seemed like an hour in the engulfing blackness that was the city streets Jack became fed up with his unguided quest for nothing. He had decided first to get his bearings then to find his way to Sarah's apartment. It didn't take long for Jack to figure out his bearings were lost in the darkness; not unlike himself.

"Hello, my lad." A voice came from the darkness.

"Who's there?" Jack's repose was half startled and half defensive.

"Only an old passerby, my Child. Why are you out at this untimely hour?"

Ignoring the strangers question Jack continued, "Sir, do you know how all the lights went out?"

The Voice replied after what seemed to be eons, "because you do not wish to see." The comment took jack off guard.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you believe in life after death Jack" The voice seemed to come closer with each word.

Jack, taken aback could not seem to find words.

"Yes, I know who you are son. And I know of all the hatred you hold in your heart. How would you respond if I told you, forever your Sarah can be yours?"

"Shut up about her you son of a bitch." With the mention of Sarah, Jacks anger raged.

"I know what she does to you. Would you like to know who she is fucking tonight? I can make the pain go away. I create pain my boy."

"Who are you?" Jacks only response. His anger suppressed by surprise of this strangers remarks.

"Come with me boy and forever you will be free of pain. It seems your God wants you to suffer for Him. My master only embraces joy. He believes not in the pain of your God. You remember the story of Adam and Eve do you not?"

Jack said nothing but stared into the darkness looking for the figure who was speaking.

"Well, you're silence only shows you need the story retold. Well my boy, It was told that God created Adam to rule his Eden and Eve to be his wife. Correct?"

"It's just a story." Jack said abruptly.

"A story? My boy, everything in existence is a story. Now! Where was I? Oh yes, Eve brought sin into the world by eating from the Tree of Knowledge. She then blames my master. You see, the female created sin, and slander. All females practice this, and therefore their souls belong to us. So, again I ask you; Lad, come with me and own the wretch's soul for eternity. You may inflict any pains on it you wish!" The voice grew menacing, frightening Jack.

"You talk about women as if they are little more than cattle."

"But they are little more than cattle, my master will show you."

"Who the hell is this master you keep blabbing about?"

"Oh boy, you miss the point, I am my own master. And I may be yours as well, and the lady will be but you're property.".

"You Satanist freak! Have you been stalking me? What the hell have you done to Sarah? You bastard!"

"I assure you boy I am no Satanist. And yes, I watch the sinful souls. I know you quite well, and the lass I see daily. Do you wish to hear how she thinks of you? She is a twisted soul"

"Fuck off .I'm calling the cops."

"Very well. Enjoy the dark boy. Call my name if you change your mind about my little offer. You know what it is; even if you choose not to believe."

"Jack! Wake up please, I need you! Be okay." The voice became that of Sarah's. With that the voices both seemed to stop.

"Hello? Sarah? Old man? Is anyone there?" Jack called out now frightened.

Goddamn freak. Where the hell am I going? Jack thought to himself. How could he know anything about what Sarah's doing..

*

The darkness loomed over Jack as he continued to wonder the streets. The glow on his watch read 7:06 but still everything was in complete blackness. It was then he decided to go into a building at random. The thought hadn't occurred to him before. He had passed many doors and always felt it was unsafe to enter. After his brush with the old man Jack thought it was safer to be indoors.

The first door he reached felt familiar as if he had walked through these doors many times before. It felt safe and sad at once in a sweep of emotion. He opened the door with a full swing. The light on the inside was blinding, a brilliant white. Jack though immediately of the light at the end of the tunnel people say happens at death. As if by instinct Jack flowed through the halls to the elevator, his eyes still not accustomed to the light. His hands hit the down panel the familiar setting calmed him. He didn't think of his strange visit with the menacing old man on the street.

Once inside the elevator, Jack pressed floor 8 as if, again, he had done it so many times. The ride took shorted than his brain could recall. It took s moment but the memory came to him. This was Sarah's building, this was Sarah's floor. Jack found himself staring face to face with Sarah's door. He turned the knob. To his surprise it was unlocked. Sarah always locked the door even when she was home. Jack expected to see Sarah with another man when he opened the door. The thought broke his heart all over again.

The door didn't creak or make any sound when he opened it. There was no sound in the room as if it were a vacuum. However inside the door was not Sarah's apartment, but a single room with hardwood floors, fresh white paint. It had large windows which the sun shone brightly into. In the exact center of the room stoop a single wooden chair. Jack took a few steps in behind him the door shut gently. Every angry feeling Jack ever felt seemed to wash away as if someone poured water on his soul and cleaned away the bad thoughts and pain. He only then remembered Sarah and their first kiss. Falling to his knees he began to cry. Sarah had left him, she didn't want to see him. Heartbroken, Jack began drinking and driving home from bars and parties.

"Hello Jack. Not quite what you would expect it to be like is it?" A sweet voice floated across the air out of the vacuum.

Jack knew this voice, "Auntie?" he spun around only to see the face of the little old woman whom he loved as a mother." Auntie Maggie? This isn't possible"

"I'm sorry sweetheart. But it is."
"Why are you here Auntie, where am I?"

"You don't know what happened Jacky?"

"Am I dead Auntie?"

"Everyone has their time dear."

"Why now Auntie, I know my life wasn't perfect but It was getting better, I swear, I was getting to the right place. I was just waiting for it to be okay"

"Baby, you're here now, and now You're waiting for your real life to begin."

"I love you Auntie. I missed you. Everything seemed to fall apart when you died. Sarah left me. I got fired from work."

"I love you baby. But I never left you. I never will. And between us, I have a feeling Sarah misses you. She prayed for you. She was with you in the final moment."

In that moment his eyes closed he could see her face, he could hear her voice. All he remembered was the love they once shared. With that comfort, Jack let the light take him. He felt her embrace. He remembered her hand in his. In this moment Jack was waiting. His real life was about to begin.

Sea-Kittens?

From: Mike Aubut
Subject: Peta sea kitten agenda.
Date: February 5, 2008

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.
I am here today on behalf of PWTPNTSUASKTCF, People who think Peta needs to shut up about sea kittens, they’re called fish. It’s time to talk about the issues of Peta scheme to change the name of delicious fish to sea kittens in a backwards attempt to destroy the economy.
Let’s face facts people, fish are delicious, you can fry them, broil them, deep fry them, batter them, pan fry them. People want to eat these things. First of all, fish sticks are a big seller, which produces commerce and then in tern helps build the economy. Catholic's need to buy fish for Friday's in order to eat!
Peta is anti-Catholic, wholly and right to its core. They want people to starve on Fridays! It’s an outrage! Catholic’s cannot eat meat on Fridays and need to consume fish. No one wants to eat a kitten. If Peta was around in the days of Jesus, people would have starved to death because Jesus fed them 2000 Fish!
So clearly Jesus is in favor of eating fish, so it’s time to shut Peta and their anti-Catholic agenda!
Down with the communist Peta regime!
It’s time to take food back. Fish are NOT Friends, Fish are food. Otherwise, they are useless to us.

I suggest, in an act to curve this anti-fish agenda, we as a people, an omnivorous people, begin eating members of Peta. If they are so against the consumption of fish then they should be willing to offer themselves on a platter. Peta would be good with tartar sauce .
I also suggest a name change of Fish, but not to sea kitten, but rather, Sea Steak. Man, fish are delicious.