I Hate Haikus

I really hate haikus.
All of these strictures and rules.
I DESPISE HAIKUS!

The Good Old Days

In my youth:
I was younger.
Times were simpler.
I had more hair.
There was no Rock and Roll.
Everyone respected their elders.
I walked 3 miles to school, uphill both ways.
We got mail more than once a day. And not all of it was bills!
There were no seat belts.
Dates were chaperoned.
Wars were actually WON!
When I was young.

7 Deadly

Do you know your sin?
I know mine.
I am Envy, Pride and Wrath.
Do you know your sin?
I kinda like all 7.
Lust, Sloth, Gluttony,
Wrath, Greed, Pride,
Envy. The 7 deadly sins.

The Epitaph of a Lonely Guy

This is my tale, let it be a warning to you:

I was born alone.
I died alone.
In between I was lonely.
No friends. No loves.
All alone.
An eternity of lonelyness,
Punctuated by more lonelyness.
This is the epitaph of a Lonely Guy.

Here Lies A Lonely Guy

Golden Age: A Tale of a Changed America part 3: Right Wing

1950. Sen. Joe McCarthy and his hunt for Reds hiding in American Society. The greatest symbol of this time is Right Wing, McCarthy's personal hound. Right Wing was poised to become the new War Hawk of this turbulent Post-War time. But Truman shot down McCarthy's candidate. So Right Wing began to take his vengeance. He hunted down and killed numerous people he claimed were Commies, and used McCarthy's name as his authority. But it all changed when he started to target the Senators who denied his petition to become War Hawk. Right Wing had gone from good to bad, hunting down and killing many American citizens. He became a public enemy, and started to commit other crimes. Burglaries, murder, torture. These were his new duties. He quickly killed 13 Senators and robbed industrialist Howard Hughes blind. He tortured a family for 3 days because he felt that they were Reds.

The Government quickly shut down Right Wing. The file says he is a complete psychopath. That is inaccurate. Right Wing is a sociopath.

In 1963 he broke out of a Sanitarium, and he hasn't been heard of since.

But the 1960s saw the rise of a new type of hero: the Super-Hero. The 60's also saw another type of hero: the shadowy figures known only as Blank and Wickerman.

I Ate a Raisin

I ate a raisin.............................................................................................................................................
.......................I watched it.......................................................................................................................
............................................I smelled it...................................................................................................
................................................................I felt it.......................................................................................
............................................................................I proceeded to lift it to my mouth............................
...............slowly................an inch at a time................................................................I felt it on my tongue...................I was mindful only of the raisin.......................I let the aroma drown me.......
...................I tasted the sweetness.............................I ate a raisin.

My Disease

There's a war inside me...............................................................
........................and its tearing me apart
All those things.................................................................................I never said are eating me from inside................................................................................All those times I was told I'm like a brother to them........................................All these things are my disease...........And it's mine alone...........................................................I wish I could tear out my heart.................................................................................It causes me pain.
This is ..............................................my war. ............................This........................................is.................................
MY .................................................................................DISEASE

Self-Titled

I watch your lives collapsing every single night.
Puppets on a string to dance for my delight.

You look towards the sky as you prepare to die.
Lightning forks across a darkened sky.
And a silhouette appears.
Its mine you see, with glowing eyes
And strings from each long finger.
Smiling as your life ebbs away.
It is the Master of Puppets you see.

I watch your lives collapsing every single night.
Puppets on a string to dance for my delight.

I plan your life, from the cradle to the grave.
Your convictions, afflictions, addictions.
Acted from my script.
Your loves, your losses and your emotions.
From the pages of my book.

I watch your lives collapsing every single night.
Puppets on a string to dance for my delight.

You bow down before me in your final moments.
Accepting the facts that I control you.
That I'm the Master of Puppets
And it is I who pulls your strings.

Golden Age (A Tale of a Changed America): Part 1 The War Hawk

Prologue
This is the story of an America that never existed. It is built as ours is, and operates as ours does, with one exception. This America has masked heroes, and super-men that fight for their country, in war and peace. This America begins much as ours does with one exception. Its history truly begins in the year 1774. Around the time of the Stamp Act and the Quartering Acts that precipitated the historic Boston Tea Party, as well as the Boston Massacre, the first of a breed made his appearance. This is the story of the War Hawk.

The War Hawk Cometh…
A man wearing a distinctive outfit lurked in the shadows of an alley. He wore a tricorn hat, a mask to obscure his eyes, a blue jacket with white stars emblazoned on it, a red coat and white breeches. He cut a dramatic figure in these troubled times. He then proceeded to enter the house adjacent to the alley. He knew that the home quartered British regulars, intended to squash the rebellious spirit of the port of Boston. He knew that the soldiers would fail. In his actions tonight, he would spark rebellion through the colonies. The War Hawk made his move. He kicked down the door to the house and slaughtered the soldiers silently. He wrote on the walls Sic Semper Tyranus. He would strike a blow from which the British Empire would never recover. At Concord, he stood with the minutemen and helped crush the British troops there. He became a rallying symbol for the embattled republic. He allowed the Americans to crush the British in battle after battle, finally ending the war, and becoming a symbol of the fledgling United States of America. The War Hawk retired, as there was now no war for him to fight. Years later, the weakened British Empire tried to fight America again, and as before she lost. Britain lost control, and America became a new Empire, controlling much of Canada, many other British colonies in the Caribbean.
1861 brought war back to America. The election of Abraham Lincoln sparked a rebellion in the southern states, causing secession and the beginning of bloody civil war. Lincoln drafted the Super-Patriot Act, thus creating a new War Hawk. This War Hawk again became a rallying point, causing many victories. However, the shattered remains of the once mighty British Empire came to the aid of the South, dragging out the war, and allowing the South to win some major battles, including at Bull Run. However France came to the aid of the Union, crushing both the Confederacy and the fragmented British Empire. In 1865,the former President of the Confederacy, Jefferson Davis, attempted to assasinate Lincoln at his second Inaugural. However, the crack heard throughout the streets was not the crack of gunfire. It was the crack of an arm being broken. War Hawk had prevented the assasination of President Lincoln, and destroyed the once powerful leader of the Confederacy.

From then on War Hawk had become a major force in America, fighting in every war. However, in 1923, everything would change. It would mark the dawn of a new phenomena, a team of vigilantes known as the Riyot Squad.

The Wall?

Is that a Wall?
Who built it?
Will it ever fall?
Does it separate us?
As individuals?
As a group?
Does it even exist at all?
Who's to say?
It's just the Wall.

Monsters

All blank edges are filled in,
No monsters now,
Save those within.



Perhaps the monsters under your bed grew up too?
Maybe they're still stalking you?

Ongoing Assessment