I'll get you next time, Gadget.... Next time!!

I want to fight, feel a solid blow to my face. I want to feel one to drive their fist into my stomach. Lay into me with all their rage and furry. Experience the exhaustion from pushing oneself to the limits of endurance. For years now I have resolved situations with words. For years now I have held myself relatively in check. For years I pushed down that want to inflict pain for the reasons of self preservation. For years I have been unfulfilled. Every day in the wild animals fight for their survival, they define their character and make the best of who they are. We forget sometimes and hide behind our logic, but down in our deepest core we are still animals. We are the forgotten children of nature bound to roam the earth making a vain attempt at normalcy and we are always let down. After a short life lead without much meaning I am left with the want to fight, to bleed and to strive for something real.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of worlds

It came to me in a dream, and I forgot it in another dream

Mist rolls over a gravel road. The light from a full moon lights up the world, preforming it's best impression of the sun. The sudden appearance of headlights spook some deer grazing in a near by field. The car fishtails violently before screeching to a stop. Both men in the car are whipped back into their seats. The driver laughs uncontrollably," boy that was a close one", he remarks to the passenger, the passenger remains silent. "Oh come on..." he says, "don't be that way I hate when you don't talk". The driver turns to his passenger saying,"You should be happy we finally did it and know there is no need to worry problems and cares there all gone for the both of us, I mean look at it look at what we've done" the driver motions to the back seat and the bags containing the money from the bank robbery they had just committed. "That job was the best we've pulled eh Franky", he says looking at his partner as he opens the door and proceeds to get out. "Too bad it was our last we would have had a lot of fun man, a lot of fun". He slowly makes his way around the car to the passenger side. The door is riddled with bullet holes, his partner is slumped in his seat. The man rips the door open, leaning over his partner he unbuckles the seatbelt. Grabbing the body he heaves, pulling out then rolling the lifeless corpse into the ditch. Brushing the dust off his clothes he makes his way back to the drivers side. " Oh boy I love this song", says the man as he sits back in the drivers seat. He puts the car into gear and takes off all thats left behind is a cloud of dust, some tire tracks and the body of a man named Franky.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

Stick a pin in a blowfish and watch it pop

Alarm clock goes off, hit the snooze button for those extra five minute that never last. Wake up again focus on the clock, you're late always late. You can never have enough time. Turn on the shower, hot steam in your cold bathroom. Stare in the mirror look at your eyes for signs of life. Shower, towel off, get dressed. Check your watch your still late never enough time for you. Backpack, cellphone, and keys everything you need is on your person. Lock up run to the elevator, wait, wait, waiting forever and never seems to change. Car keys, start the engine leave your home behind. Red light and green means go speed have to rush to make it. Two blocks from work think up a good excuse for being late. Get to work get in trouble once again, tell your boss it will never happen again, once again. Push your self do your best but it's never good enough. Finish up leave your drive to your happy home. Watch a show for an hour you eat a simple meal, then off to bed you set your clock you let your body heal. Wide awake you lay in bed and think those simple thoughts, the ones that keep you up at night they never let you rest.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

Flying V for vendetta

The tops of trees stunted by years of poor growth pop out of a hillside covered by years of rock slides. I sit next to a glacial river reminiscing upon the journey that has brought me this far up a mountain path. Eating a simple meal wondering why the same simple meal had never given me the pleasure when it was made at home. Even after getting back and preparing everything in the same manner the food could never rival that meal in the pass. At the time I thought that I had covered every point ,and detail. I however didn't take into account for the cold, the damp, and the strain the I had encountered to get to that meal. One always hears the expression, "to stop and smell the roses". To a man who smells roses on a daily basis another rose smells like just any other, another man who cleans up manure for his livelihood would have a differing point of view. The man who constantly is smelling the roses has his senses dulled, all the joy that would normally be brought by something simple like the smell is no longer there. What ever action this man takes it never again rivals the first rose.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds