I'm not happy because of this or that
I'm not happy because things didn't turn out the way I wanted them to
I'm not happy because I didn't get that job I wanted
I'm not happy because I didn't get that new car I wanted
I'm not happy because I just didn't get enough sleep last night
I'm not happy because because because
I'm not happy
I'm not happy
I'm not happy
Well I'm happy about one thing, or another
I'm happy because things didn't turn out the way I wanted them, where's the fun in that
I'm happy because now I can search for another job
I'm happy because traffic sucks
I'm happy because who needs sleep anyway
I'm happy because I can and should be
I'm happy
I'm happy
I'm happy
I'm happy because of you
I'm not happy because of you
But you make my life
I'm happy only because of you
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Monday, May 23, 2016
St. Cloud Hospital
Mark lay on his side trying to fall asleep. The guy in the next bed was making sure he couldn't.
"There were bodies everywhere...there were bodies everywhere...there were bodies everywhere," was all the man said over and over again rocking back and forth his knees pulled up against his chest. "There were bodies everywhere..."
"Look I get that there were bodies everywhere but I need to sleep man," Mark said rolling over to look at his neighbor. "Just go to bed, nothing can happen in here."
Why they had put Mark in the same room as this nut case he would never know. Mark had tried to commit suicide due to severe depression and it had wound him up in an insane asylum. Okay they weren't really called that anymore, but that's basically what it was. Mark's lovely neighbor in the bed across had supposedly murdered eleven of his friends. Mark was no psychologist but trying to kill yourself as opposed to slaughtering eleven people wasn't the same level of crazy or mentally ill.
"Nothing can happen in here?" the man said exasperatedly. "What if I kill you too?" Mark suddenly felt much better.
"Look, why don't you tell me what happened, from the beginning," Mark suggested.
"How will that help?"
"I don't think it will help really, but it might help get you to sleep at least."
"Ok..." the man took a deep breath, inhaling sharply, holding it for a second, and then exhaling slowly. "Well me and some friends were on a backpacking trip in the Grand Canyon. We were heading up a trail when I slipped and fell. I hit my head on a rock or something a blacked out I guess....When I woke up, I was in pitch darkness. I pulled my flashlight out of my bag and shined it around. I was in some sort of cave and all my friends...dead...all dead, stabbed to death on the floor...my bloody knife lay on the ground at my feet..."
"How did you kill eleven people? I mean none of them were able to stop you? That doesn't seem to make sense," said Jack thoughtfully.
"Well how else could they have died?"
There was a knock the door opened. The light flicked on and a man in a business suit stood there.
"Eric," the suit man said, "I have good news that couldn't wait."
"What is it, Fred?" the man named Eric asked.
"The stab wounds on the victims don't even match your knife, and the blood on your knife doesn't belong to any of the victims either, in fact they don't even think it's human blood. You're innocent Eric!"
"Really? Innocent? But...what...who?"
"We don't know, they're still investigating the scene for my clues and evidence. But you'll be able to leave in the morning."
Mark had an uneasy feeling. Something didn't sound right.
Mark woke up the next morning to an empty room. Eric had obviously checked out already. Mark got out of bed, did some stretches and push ups and then left left the room for breakfast which was in five minutes.
The hall was littered with bodies everywhere. Patients, nurses, and doctors all stabbed to death, lying in pools of blood.
"What the heck happened?" Mark gasped out loud.
He turned around and before him as a monstrous creature with huge long sharp claws. It let out a howl before it stuck its claws into Mark, killing him.
St. Cloud Hospital was shut down after that. There could be no cover up, and no one would want to stay there after that. The beast was never caught, or even seen for that matter. But it was confirmed this was no humans' doing. The hospital stood upon it's lonely hill on the edge of the city. People who lived near it say they still see lights flickering in the windows, and here wolf-like howls coming from the grounds. Naturally daring teenagers and adventures have sneaked into the hospital grounds. They've either come back bored and disappointed, or never come back at all.
But the new mental hospital on the other side of town is very nice.
"There were bodies everywhere...there were bodies everywhere...there were bodies everywhere," was all the man said over and over again rocking back and forth his knees pulled up against his chest. "There were bodies everywhere..."
"Look I get that there were bodies everywhere but I need to sleep man," Mark said rolling over to look at his neighbor. "Just go to bed, nothing can happen in here."
Why they had put Mark in the same room as this nut case he would never know. Mark had tried to commit suicide due to severe depression and it had wound him up in an insane asylum. Okay they weren't really called that anymore, but that's basically what it was. Mark's lovely neighbor in the bed across had supposedly murdered eleven of his friends. Mark was no psychologist but trying to kill yourself as opposed to slaughtering eleven people wasn't the same level of crazy or mentally ill.
"Nothing can happen in here?" the man said exasperatedly. "What if I kill you too?" Mark suddenly felt much better.
"Look, why don't you tell me what happened, from the beginning," Mark suggested.
"How will that help?"
"I don't think it will help really, but it might help get you to sleep at least."
"Ok..." the man took a deep breath, inhaling sharply, holding it for a second, and then exhaling slowly. "Well me and some friends were on a backpacking trip in the Grand Canyon. We were heading up a trail when I slipped and fell. I hit my head on a rock or something a blacked out I guess....When I woke up, I was in pitch darkness. I pulled my flashlight out of my bag and shined it around. I was in some sort of cave and all my friends...dead...all dead, stabbed to death on the floor...my bloody knife lay on the ground at my feet..."
"How did you kill eleven people? I mean none of them were able to stop you? That doesn't seem to make sense," said Jack thoughtfully.
"Well how else could they have died?"
There was a knock the door opened. The light flicked on and a man in a business suit stood there.
"Eric," the suit man said, "I have good news that couldn't wait."
"What is it, Fred?" the man named Eric asked.
"The stab wounds on the victims don't even match your knife, and the blood on your knife doesn't belong to any of the victims either, in fact they don't even think it's human blood. You're innocent Eric!"
"Really? Innocent? But...what...who?"
"We don't know, they're still investigating the scene for my clues and evidence. But you'll be able to leave in the morning."
Mark had an uneasy feeling. Something didn't sound right.
Mark woke up the next morning to an empty room. Eric had obviously checked out already. Mark got out of bed, did some stretches and push ups and then left left the room for breakfast which was in five minutes.
The hall was littered with bodies everywhere. Patients, nurses, and doctors all stabbed to death, lying in pools of blood.
"What the heck happened?" Mark gasped out loud.
He turned around and before him as a monstrous creature with huge long sharp claws. It let out a howl before it stuck its claws into Mark, killing him.
St. Cloud Hospital was shut down after that. There could be no cover up, and no one would want to stay there after that. The beast was never caught, or even seen for that matter. But it was confirmed this was no humans' doing. The hospital stood upon it's lonely hill on the edge of the city. People who lived near it say they still see lights flickering in the windows, and here wolf-like howls coming from the grounds. Naturally daring teenagers and adventures have sneaked into the hospital grounds. They've either come back bored and disappointed, or never come back at all.
But the new mental hospital on the other side of town is very nice.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
It's Time to Leave It Behind
How do we know what we're doing is right?
How do we know we're on the right path?
I started dying when I was born
My body grew only to start falling apart
How do I know I am who I say?
How do I know what I am is true?
Lately I've been thinking about
Everything you said to me when we were alone
Lately I've been thinking about
All the things I could have, should have done
What do we know about the truth?
What do we know about things untold?
We started falling before we could stand
We left behind a legacy of lies
How do we know we are who we say?
How do we know what we are is true?
Lately I've been thinking about
Everything you said to me when we were alone
Lately I've been thinking about
All the things I could have, should have done
Reckless, we've all become reckless
Breathless, I long to feel breathless
Worthless, we're so far from worthless
Reckless, forgetting to be reckless
Lately I've been thinking about
Everything you said to me when we were alone
Lately I've been thinking about
All the things I could have, should have done
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Why?
Chimney stacks lining the sky
Puffing out clouds of dust and machine parts
Make a new wave they said, make a new piece of the puzzle
But we were all made to break
And it was apparent that that was the reason
That we lost the war that said winter season
And a soft wind blew through the air as blood dripped
Slowly from the lips of a dead man hung and lashed
His sword lay on the ground no longer a weapon but a symbol
A symbol of failure and the end of life
So sits the crow eyeing his next feast, deliciously
Now the widow morns her lost loved one
The children do not understand
And the machine parts and dust float by
Polluting the air and deadening the bright sunlight
A gray haze, clouds, and a light drizzle of blood from the skies
All left behind from the hate of the world
And the war that we so lovingly waged upon one another
Why do we hate, why do we war, why do we hate, WHY DO WE WAR?
Puffing out clouds of dust and machine parts
Make a new wave they said, make a new piece of the puzzle
But we were all made to break
And it was apparent that that was the reason
That we lost the war that said winter season
And a soft wind blew through the air as blood dripped
Slowly from the lips of a dead man hung and lashed
His sword lay on the ground no longer a weapon but a symbol
A symbol of failure and the end of life
So sits the crow eyeing his next feast, deliciously
Now the widow morns her lost loved one
The children do not understand
And the machine parts and dust float by
Polluting the air and deadening the bright sunlight
A gray haze, clouds, and a light drizzle of blood from the skies
All left behind from the hate of the world
And the war that we so lovingly waged upon one another
Why do we hate, why do we war, why do we hate, WHY DO WE WAR?
Saturday, May 7, 2016
LOVE
L is for living, breathing human beings that live on this earth.
O is for other living creatures that roam among us.
V is for varying type of of living beings on this earth.
E is for everyone and everything can be loved.
O is for other living creatures that roam among us.
V is for varying type of of living beings on this earth.
E is for everyone and everything can be loved.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Color Blind
Believe, or believe not. Either way you lose. Red.
Hang on or don't hang on, either way you'll fall. Blue.
Down and down you go to the earth's core. Red.
A beauty of red and yellow fire cast before your eyes. Green.
Tempting to jump, temping to save yourself. Red.
So many so many, so few, and so little.
Red. Blue. Green. Red.
Down the hall and to your left, behold another way out. Red.
I can't see it this time around, nor can any at all. Red.
When down upon the eastern banks. Blue.
Waves crashing upon the distant rocks. Red.
Red. Red. Red. Red. Or is it?
Hang on or don't hang on, either way you'll fall. Blue.
Down and down you go to the earth's core. Red.
A beauty of red and yellow fire cast before your eyes. Green.
Tempting to jump, temping to save yourself. Red.
So many so many, so few, and so little.
Red. Blue. Green. Red.
Down the hall and to your left, behold another way out. Red.
I can't see it this time around, nor can any at all. Red.
When down upon the eastern banks. Blue.
Waves crashing upon the distant rocks. Red.
Red. Red. Red. Red. Or is it?
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Ready To Die
I've spread myself thin, rested for far too long
Now I'm bleeding on this street, and I see I'm wrong
This whole time I was needing only you
And I forgot that and was so untrue
You've never left my side but I forgot you were here
Now I'm hanging from a noose made out of my own fear
This deep pressing darkness won't swallow me this time
I was made to battle it, my strength I will find
Within you, within myself, within the light
Bring it to me, I'm ready now, for the fight
Can you hear me? Can you hear my cry
I'm ready, I'm finally ready to die
To die for a cause much greater than me
To die for you, and finally be free
Holy water won't do the trick
All this phony talk is making me sick
Stop pretending to be holier than everyone else
You're a fake, and your soul you'd sell
An instant a moment you'd turn and flee
I understand I've been there but listen to me
We're hanging by nooses made of our own fear
If we don't man up we'll end up dying here
Is that what you want, I know I don't
Not for my enemies, not for my brothers, no I won't
I won't let that happen if it's the last thing I do
I'll drag them to safety, I will do my best for you
Can you hear me? Can you hear my cry
I'm ready, I'm finally ready to die
To die for a cause much greater than me
To die for you, and finally be free
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