How could He leave someone who was perfect? How could He leave someone like me? Me: someone who’s always been there for Him, doing all that I could for Him. I made Him look good: just look at all I’ve done! Millions won in His name! And when I finally met Him, He said “Depart, for I never knew thee.” And He dumped me. Said He didn’t even know me. Me! Perfect me. This is DEFINITLY not how it was supposed to be!

Love could be seen in the sun as it set, not only in the horizon, but also reflected through her eyes. For a brief instant, through her long black eyelashes, her green iris’ appeared to be blue, and the love in his chest churned.

“Chayla, your eyes are like the ocean tonight.” He smiled, and relaxed his shoulders as his little girl plopped into his lap and played with one of the beads in his hair.  Her eyes grew wide and she laughed as her father’s lock of hair began to attack back. Only one year left for them. Before long… he would have to give her up, even when she was so young.

“P..ap…a!” She exclaimed, her smile as wide as she could stretch it. She clapped her clumbsy hands and her little ebony curls glinted in the day’s final glimpse of light. She was so beautiful. So perfect and innocent.

The Kings Knowledge

Have you noticed my little princess
that time is speeding up
and with every year that passes by
it becomes harder to find enough

The story tellers speak of magic
the fairy tells speak of dreams
but it is time that holds the key to all
nothing else seems to mean a thing

Oh we laugh and play, and make believe
that forever will always be there
we wake each day a little bit older
and deeper in the dragons lair

Somehow we forget that father time sleeps
under the shelter of the dragons wing

We’re all familiar with those monsters, the ones that live under our beds, in our closets, and in every dark corner we encounter. Though he wears many masks and carries several names, he’s the same exact idea, a creature that scares the living Hell out of us. The boogeyman is something we’ve nurtured from a very young age. We gave him the tools to scare us, the power to frighten us, and the ability to haunt us at any time. But as we grow up, we lose our vivid imagination skills, which the boogeyman feeds off of. By simply not believing, we’re taking away his energy, leaving him as nothing but a disregarded scrawny creature that will someday cease to exist.
As for us, our boogeyman is rather different. He wears a uniform and carries a gun, he doesn’t hide under the bed, nor in the closet. He appears in plain sight, proud and confident. We’ve known him from a very young age, though he’s not the work of our imaginations. We never gave him any tools to scare us, nor did we grant him the power to frighten us, and we certainly didn’t allow him the ability to haunt our every waking hour. He was forced into our imaginations, I call it “fate’s cruel prank”. “Nature’s ugly joke”, would be a better description. He doesn’t feed off of our vivid imaginations, no, he feeds off of fears. But not ours, those were the fears of the cowards that stood by and let it seep into our homes. Those people that chose to close their eyes and allow this hideous monster to fabricate itself into our minds. No matter how much we grow up, we can never stop believing. We can’t get the idea that at any moment he can barge in pointing his gun at us out of our heads. He would never fade away, he will never cease to exist….

Bob was having a horrible day. Over the past few hours, his plans, his dreams, had been turned upside down. Six hours ago, a colony ship bound for Alpha Centauri had left Pluto outpost. Four hours later, it had passed through the Oort cloud’s border. One hour after that, they received a transmission from the opposite side of the solar system, apparently from the colony ship.
Bob, the President of the Solar system, had dreamed of being remembered as the man who pioneered the far reaches of space. Now, due to some unseen force, the Human race may never extend its reach beyond the rays of Sol.
He suddenly noticed a man, sitting in the guest’s chair. Startled, Bob jerked himself out of his reclining chair. “Who are you?”
“Forgive my sudden entry, Mr. President. I am pleased to tell you that your race, while possessing sufficient technology to colonize other solar systems, is not culturally advanced enough to be allowed outside of your system of origin.”
“Says who!”
“So states the Federated League of Races. The Treaty of Shigonto, the basis for the League’s foundation, clearly states that no race which is likely to begin wars is to be allowed into the position were it may do so. Humanity has been determined to be warlike, therefore it cannot be allowed to propagate itself beyond this solar system.”

That grand oak tree
How did it form?

From a seed made of God
Grander than human folklore.

It embedded in this fertile land Nutured by a mighty hand.

An outer shell one day broke lose
From it a stem sprang forth
And tiny roots drank from earths juice.

A day to break from the ground.

Yearly a trunk grows wide

The cap on my pen is not but a plug

forbidding my brain to drain away the pain

of love, the similes about love I thought of

while getting over the pain,

the alliterations of

draining away the pain in my brain

or the horrible metaphors about

putting the plug back on the pen

as not to cover this entire page with

my mindless puddle of thoughts.

I awoke to the sound of morning.

It was the sweet but reedy song of

the pond birds that replaced

the orchestra of frogs and crickets composed

by the moon each night.

The whinny of a horse

and the call of a raven add a bridge to the

smooth tempo of the chorus.

I peered out through the hazy mist of

I would do anything just to feel your skin.
I would do anything to hear you breathe.
Can you tell me where you’re hiding?
I’m addicted to your movement,
I need to hear your voice.
All the things you’ve promised,
All the words you sang in my ear,
Have melted into my denial.
I’m going to believe you’ll come back,
You will walk through my bedroom door,
Tell me you’re sorry once more,
Once more I’ll believe you.
And once more we’ll be happy,
And in love.
In place of reality,
I will wish these thoughts;
As I’m writing them in black and white.
Tell me please, where are you hiding?

She use to feel anger, and sadness.
A little bit of disappointment within herself.
But now she feels nothing.
She can’t feel the anger she once felt when you slammed the door in her face.
She can’t feel the sadness and regret she felt when she made love to you, and you had sex with her.
You stole away her feelings.
She no longer desires any sort of touch from you.
She requires NO touch from anyone.
You use to make it hard for her to walk; stand on her own two feet.
You used to make her wish that the last breath she took better be with you by her side.
You can tell her garbage you’ve been telling her; she’s not going to buy it.
You can hold her hand, call her beautiful, and look her straight in the eyes:
“…of course I missed you, why wouldn’t I?”
She’s gone.