shadowline saga and - the dark side of poetry 7: episode 0: Through my door [a tribute to the raven]

Through my door

Nigh a telltale heart or a raven spoken “never more”;

Try a skeleton cloaked in shadows, peering through the door.

No skin and no heart or soul; this skeleton peering through my door.

My heart stops its beating; I fall to the floor.

Not a word spoken, his arms reach out to me.

Grasping at the air inside my throat; reaching through this door.

Not a word he spoke, chasing me through my dreams.

Not a thought inside his mind; you hear him in my screams.

The skeleton in the purple cloak; haunts the greatest of souls.

The skeleton reaching through my door; and bodies full of holes.

The battlefield of love and glory is soaked in blood.

Women and children who drown within mud.

The apparition of death that claims my soul;

Grasping.

Groping.

Reaching through the open door.

My heart grows cold, ceasing evermore.

The darkness within his eyes an endless void.

I peer in and fall down; down, down to the fires below.

The moonlight reflecting off his starched white arm.

He takes my soul into his hand, to start the show.

By the shivers of deaths bony grasp.

By the cries for help, silenced to a gasp.

By the stare of negra muerta; my skin turns white.

The harbinger of death; seeks my plight.

This cloaked figure peering through my door;

A prospector claiming my life forever more.

The avatar of misery and utter despair

Behind you he follows; over there!

Behind me in every dream

Arm outstretched he follows my scream.

Across from me under the candlelight,

He takes my soul inside the night.

Outside my window on hallows eve.

I am the treasure, and he, the thief.

The skeleton peering through my door

The end of the rich, starving, and poor.

Always behind us.

Stalking! Reaping! And never sleeping.

Shwing! The scythe steals your head.

He is always reaping.

Not a nightmare, but a story without an end.

In every book.

And where the sidewalk begins.

It is a battle that you cannot end.

He’s watching you now, even as you read.

Your eyes have planted the seed.

He will never speak; he will haunt your dreams.

He will drive you mad; he will become your screams.

The faceless reaper who writes the end to your story.

Stealing your souls in a blaze of glory.

The skeleton who devours your hope.

Who consumes your fears.

You cannot run.

You will drown in tears.

All will be lost; all will come to a dreary end.

He is around every single bend.

The skeleton who peers through my door.

The nightmare who spills my blood onto the floor.

A harbinger of death; a symbol of war.

Peering.

Creeping.

Reaching through my door.

To take my soul forever more.

The symbol of my fear and decaying sin.

The mark of a race I cannot win.

A brother of mine; a sort of kin.

I think I will let him in.

The empty husk of cloth and bone

Bound by sins I must atone.

The skeleton peering through my door.

Now stands before me on the floor.

My body has passed, I am no more.

The bringer of death, despair, and ruin;

My time has come.

I let him in.

time for poetry 12: "Rainfall"

Rainfall

 

I had a bad day, there’s blood on my hands.

The many souls I lost become the crimson sands.

The rain must pour down and wash it all away.

Storm clouds closing in; tomorrows a brand new day.

 

The streets are filled with angry screams.

Gutters clogged with fallen dreams.

A man asks for food while his children die.

The government kills a Muslim child while the parents cry.

Trucks, planes, and military drones

Bury our friends in fire and bones.

 

What have they done?! These innocent souls.

Why should they have to pay OUR tolls?

Men in black flash the scenes,

A memory wiped, a conscience cleaned.

 

The cause for war is always the same.

Innocence dies in this accursed game.

 

Life and longing lost in lies.

The tears that run from within my eyes.

The rain must come and wash away.

Down the mountain the pain weaves and sways.

 

The horrors of sorrow…

There is no tomorrow…

 

Purest of hearts tainted with lust and greed.

Men of honor who have lost their creed.

The power of darkness consumes and breeds

Blinded by the light, how can we see?

 

The rain pours down in endless sheets.

Robbers and rapists steal and skeet.

 

The newly fallen snow is tainted with corruption

The new media craze is exploded in eruption.

Braided belts and fancy sheets

Are nothing but scapegoats and sheep.

The news we see filled with death and lies;

Criminal convicts with alibi’s.

 

A failed heath site; a thousand cry.

With no food or home; one million die.

You stand for nothing till you take your vows.

Nothing but actors in deliverance; now TAKE YOUR BOWS.

 

Blinded by the light, but I can see.

The truth around you and me.

 

The rain falls in sheets; it drowns the soul.

Try to climb out, it fills the bowl.

If innocent blood was shelter and food

We would all share the neighborhood.

 

But the rain pours down and cleans the heart.

Cleanses our souls and makes things right.

The pure liquid crystals that bring life and death.

A natural resource for which we fight.

Only one world yet we take without thought;

Let’s unite as one and end our plight.

 

Water to wine; wine to thrive

The innocent child killed in the drunken drive.

 

Economic disaster and smoking weed.

Animals dead, yet which one was freed?

Another act of senseless greed…..

 

When will we learn our lesson?

When will we accept our past?

Hiroshima, the holocaust, and American racism.

Why is it that our apologies seem just half-assed?

 

When will we accept our flaws and our tainted hearts?

When will the day come that we pop that tart?

When will we answer for our destruction and lies?

Mother earth gouged dead through her eyes.

We’ve raped our land with our metallic semen;

The day will come when karma gets even.

 

Yet the rain pours down; and washes everything away.

Starts the hope of a clean new day.

It cleanses our sins and makes love anew;

Gives me reason for loving you.

 

The rain makes it so easy to smile.

Staring up for miles and miles.

 

The clear liquid falling onto my face.

Brings me hope for this human race.

You go on and run ahead; I’ll catch up soon.

While the rain falls down underneath this full moon.

I will see you in heaven one way or another.

Goodnight moon; goodbye my brother.

 

The rain pours down; and washes away

All the sins we committed today.

Seeing them all dead, what could I say?

It’s time we simply ran away.

Our mothers love lives on within our hearts,

Our father’s fate torn apart,

The curse he created; finally gone,

All this they hear within our song.

 

Fate brought us together, fate tore us apart.

As long as we live; we will share one heart.

The nuclear option: the problem that will never end

The nuclear option: the problem that will never end

 

The world will always be in some kind of war. The fact is that war is great for a countries financial reputation. When war is happening countries buy and sell weapons and tools of mass destruction. This creates revenue that helps pay of debt. The fact is that without war the construction of nuclear arms or weapons of mass destruction would be considered an act of terror.

This would spawn immediate action from fellow nations. If the united states was not at war then WE would be the country being asked to surrender its nuclear arms or sign a peace treaty. And our government knows that the president could never accept such a dishonorable act. The republicans would look like the arrogant dangerous assholes that they really are, and the democrats would NEVER let the shame go.

War is nothing but an excuse to build and use weapons that would otherwise be considered a threat. If the world had no war then the military and weapons would no longer be necessary. As such the world would become weak and unprotected from lack of people and organizations to defend it.

starvation: the problem that will never end

The problem with starvation

 

No matter how little money it would cost to solve and end starvation the American government will NEVER pay for it. Cause

1. The American government doesn't care about the 99% working class.

2. The American government gives food stamps, social security, and welfare to most starving people to help them back on their feet. And

3. There is NO MONEY to be made in feeding starving people unless those people get jobs working in the public/private sectors under the people who feed them.

That is why countries would choose war over peace and ending hunger.

tired of annoying work that takes forever?

The object of sorting

 

Have you ever been overwhelmed by all the work you have to do? There are many ways to sort things out so that you may finish with lots of free time.

1.       The first method is alphabetical: which is simple, sort everything out by its first letter. Then take each letter and sort and finish them one by one. The alphabetical method is a classic but cannot be done in the case of characters that are non-lingual.

2.       The next method is numerical: you sort by numbers; using specific digit values. The simplest is by factors of ten. So 1-10, 11-20, 21-30, 31-40, 41-50, etc. this method is extremely useful when dealing with lots of random numbers. However if non-numeric or alphabetical characters exist then this method will not work.

3.       Where the numeric values and alphabetical values fail you can use a quick sort and file method: this method allows for sorting materials by simply using the first available character. Symbols like !@#$%^&* can be immediately sorted into a separate pile while letters such as QDSBGHD can be put in a second pile. Numbers can be used to create a third pile.

4.       Multisided die: this method is actually quite fun. You use one or more dice to roll and create a number. Then you count down the list till you reach the said number and then remove it. You repeat the process again and again till you are finished.

5.       The coin flip: this method is more taxing than rolling a pair of dice. You flip a coin and call heads or tails. If you call it right, move the materials to one side. If you call it wrong, then skip the file and move it to a different pile. Keep going till you have two full piles. The pick a pile and flip again in order to pick which of the two piles you finish.

6.       Random number selection: this method only really works if you have a way of generating random numbers. Generate a number and count down the list till you reach the number. Then remove and file.

7.       Blind choice: close your eyes, place your finger on the list, remove and sort. Simple.

The founding principles of alchemy

The founding principles of alchemy

 

Alchemy is a well sought after ability; as man has spent decades trying to master it in order to create gold. Alchemy can be used to create much more then gold though. The raw materials we use to build our society; iron, platinum, copper, carbon, mercury, and many other elements; all can be replaced using alchemy.

However one cannot just create something where there is nothing. And the process through which alchemy is performed is highly dangerous, as it involves breaking and resetting atomic bonds. If one does not know the intricate details of elements and elemental properties one could blow a city off the face of the planet. Alchemy takes time and control AND an extensive knowledge of the periodic table of elements.

To perform actual alchemy one would only need to surge a massive electrical charge through an object or piece of matter. The charge must be strong enough to cause the atoms that make up the original material to vibrate and shake. The atomic bonds holding together the material must have enough strain placed on them to where they fracture. One must then run a second charge of electricity through the now weakened bonds; a charge equal to that of another material.

The charge must be EXACT, as in the precise number of protons, electrons, neutrons, and the numeric level that the subject is made of in the periodic table of elements. The process of alchemy could only convert in reverse, otherwise you would need more matter to convert forwards. Alchemy could be used to regenerate lost raw materials that we use day by day. Gold, diamonds, silver, bronze, copper, uranium; all elements could be made in high tech laboratories.

The fact is that if alchemy was perfected powerful people would want the power all to themselves. The business and government communities could hoard the raw materials and sell them at outlandish prices. Countries could build entire arsenals of various weapons of mass destruction and military grade vehicles and weapons in only a matter of hours. A mad scientists dream, right?

The factories that could be used to produce the materials would be a threat to the lives around them. One slip up and you have a gigaton atomic bomb. If alchemy was perfected the world could either turn to a utopia where even the poorest man with no home could afford a car and expensive jewelry. Or it could turn the world into a dystopia where every man alive is trying to be the ruler of the world.

If we all worked together, every nation and every human, we could perfect a lab that could perform alchemy. If we could even create just one single alchemy lab we could use the technology to create a lab in each nation, and eventually each city.  The cost of goods would skyrocket downwards and national debt would nearly cease to exist.

The correct path would be for each nation to produce alchemic goods for other nations besides their own. This way we can all trade goods, but at a fraction of a cost thanks to the lack of complex manufacturing costs that we currently face today. If every nation produces goods for other nations this will create an incentive to ship out and create normally expensive and rare materials to other nations.

 If you send gold they send silver, iron and carbon for nickel and zinc, etc. this system would be effective as it would inspire rivalries where one country wants to ship better goods than another. Supply and demand would be easier as food products would be one of the only things made outside an alchemy lab. Medical procedures would be less expensive as the tools and transportation would be easier to access.

Imagine if you would; a world where oil is so cheap that its practically free. A world where plastic, metal, and scrap, could be recycled in mere seconds to create the things we needed. A world where the only trash you throw away is expired food, that later gets turned into mulch. A world where manufacturing goods doesn’t harm the environment. A world where everyone could afford a car, a home, and expensive gold and diamonds. Imagine this utopia and imagine that we all share it. Imagine a world that never dies because we never used up its natural resources. THIS is what alchemy can do for our world.

Alchemy would only require the following things to be performed:

1.       A contained laboratory with a powerful electrical generator.

2.       Matter to be used

3.       Knowledge of the periodic table of elements and the atomic level, number of protons, neutrons, and electrons in the subject matter.

4.       A computer powerful enough to control and command the alchemy process.

5.       A containment field in which to practice the alchemy

6.       A facility that is sealed to prevent radiation from leaking out and sturdy enough to resist weather, weapons, and other disasters

7.       Money to finance the entire project

8.       Information on broken down materials meant to be replicated, such as oil, carbon, gold, iron, copper, steel, etc.

9.       A way of containing and/or destroying a project if and/or when the alchemy process goes awry.

10.   Two containers, one to hold the base material and one for spare material.

11.   Sensors  to read, calibrate, and keep track of the alchemy process.

12.   A gyroscopic generator to keep steady power flowing to the lab and facilities.

13.   A way to control the flow of electricity from the generators.

what pets me the wrong way - part 7: "one nation under [censored]"

"one nation under [censored]"

removing "god" from "one nation under god" is stupid and pointless. it is a generalization. whatever
you "worship" or idolize is the "god" it refers to. if you worship celebrities then they are your "god". if you worship allah then that is your "god". nobody in this universe has a reasonable argument on that subject as every living thing has someone or something that they idolize or worship. to your pets YOU are their "god". to the ants the queen is their "god". to water hydrogen and oxygen is its "god". it refers to both a supreme creator AND an image of hope, faith, good will, and motivation. it does not matter whether there is a god or who god is or what certain religions and regular individuals would say their god is; the fact is that its a frivoless effort on a completely unimportant subject. you want to talk turkey here? try the rise in crime rate, the increase in americans without homes, banks selling bad loans to people, our military ruining other countries and innocent people, our massive debt problem, the corporate institutions slowly destroying the good American name by sawing the corporate ladder in half and welding the glass ceiling shut. focus on something that MATTERS people, not FOUR WORDS that were meant to inspire courage and valor to those feeling oppressed and in need of hope. im not saying that the hate and anger is wrong; im saying that it should be redirected at something that deserves it. like racism, ignorance, bullying, the criminal justice system, cuts to funding for single mothers and sick children; hate where it BELONGS.