Maybe next time I can think with my head and not my ass

"Ok, just take a deep breath", I tell my self "everything will be better once you do", I add... It's not, things aren't better. My hand shakes as I reach up to rest my head. It's not better. The questions begin to race through me head, why did I go through with this? I'm sitting in some random parking lot across from a rundown hotel in some small B.C. town, the halfway point in a trip that is not going nearly as smoothly as it should have. I'm alone in a area that would not normally bother me, doing something that has always allowed me to relax and yet I feel a strong fear inside. A fear that might only be silenced by the familiar voice of a friend or loved one. Nothing to hear but cars as they roll on past, off to do what ever one does in a small town such as this. No nothing for me here but more time to think, to worry and so I move on.
The Destroyer of Worlds
(So I lied, but I couldn't help but to write)

Lucky Thirteen

A paved highway transforms to a dirt road, and a dirt road changes to an old path through the trees. A path that has been walked by so many others, but it is still new to you. I sit here every day and I think. I just think and I sit but that is all that has been done. I try to top what has already been placed and I push back the branches but I can no longer see the path that once lay before me. When I first start this blog topics would come easy to me stories would unfold before me and now I have drained my muse to nothing. I have enjoyed write for you and I hope you have enjoyed reading. I cannot continue to keep this blog up without going in a direction that I truly do not want to go. So I leave it behind like so many ruins that once held meaning and purpose to those who built them but now just hold decay and speculation for they're true purpose. One thing is certain and undeniable...
Always and ever I am The Destroyer of Worlds

Those kids and their glue

A cold night moon lit night, a fresh clean blanket of snow lay to cover the ground. An old man is walking down a dimly lit alleyway, staggering side to side. The old man's face covered by over grown hair and his eyes are tried, and faded. His refuge from the cold in a brown paper bag. A bottle always held the answers to his life's problems, though he knows it caused more then solved. He feels the nip of cold on his face and the bitting pain on his feet the beginnings of frostbite, the man takes a swig to numb. He thinks and wonders how long since sleep has taken him or has at least rested his legs. Finding a place out of the wind he sits and tries to close his eyes for a little while, but a cold hand continues to shake him a wake. The old man cold, weary and with bottle in hand gets up and staggers on into the cold night searching for rest that is never to be found.
As always I remain,
The Destroyer of Worlds

A fly in an ice cube

Close your eyes. It's quiet now, you can sleep. While the world is awake you sleep. You sleep and dream. Bright rooms give way to darkened passages. Feeling your way through the dark. You find your way to a great hall with an enormous banquet table. The table is filled corner to corner with dishes, and any variety of treat that one can imagine. On either side of the table line filled with people carrying the dish that they made. They eagerly wait for their dishes to be tasted, judged, and found fit to join the rest on the table. You stand in line with your specialty in hand. You shuffle along in line closer and closer to the front. You're close to the front now and you can see the judge, you realize that it's a pig, just a simple pig consuming every thing it sees and there by is judged fit for the table. You smile stepping up, holding your dish out proudly waiting for it to be sampled. The pig sniffs it a few times, it takes a bite... the mouth full is spat out, it spoils and rots as it hits the ground. The next person steps up, the pig shoves it's snout into the dish, devouring it in it's entirety.
As always I remain,
the Destroyer of Worlds

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