Just a little poetry. Call it what you want. Title suggestions???

I find solace in myself amidst the war outside… My troubles are close and my dreams await in peace outside of my grasp…

Solitude and confinement eases the mind and tempts the heart

Jovial accords instill ignorance to my reality

Live in the moment or die in the abyss, two halves of a circle twisted

Infinity now, live in the abyss and die in the moment

That’s more like it, that’s more like it, now it makes sense

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Universe: Gravitas

“So, you want us to still keep him here? After he killed nine more of children?” The councilman flicked through the photos of the children bathed in blood in their space attire. He wasn’t angry, for he too was considered a human who has forgotten the trivialities of emotion. Yes that carnal or animalistic phenomena; why would it be called that, phenomena? The council members on the space colony looked on in quiescence.

Somewhere on the sun, one of them spoke,”remember that time we removed peoples brains for science?”

“Of course, we now remove the human component socially. Who knew that we clouded our minds with needless things like politics and fun. I could roll my eyes right now if they were here.”

“All the more reason why we were chosen by chaos and anomaly. We were able to keep being human despite the caveats that were present. They practically went crazy and died on their own accord.”

“Ha, you speak as if we did something great. All we did was become more greedy as we have always been, never willing to make sacrifices, but takes sacrifices nonetheless. Yeah, sure they gave up their emotions for increased brain power and technology, some may say they surpassed robots. They don’t even need upgrades or artificial life altering trinkets to keep the heart ticking…”

“How long did Alfus last say they could live for?”

“175 years as of 60 years ago or so…”

“Yes, average being 140.977482957820”

“And we live forever, cursed for wanting it all. Them, blessed for casting away the things that made us once selfish. They are smarter.”

Back on the spaceship, they being the powers that be, they, the order that had fluidity and dreamt of having one mind, their security happened to be those that had the powers of what they had called ethereal. The weren’t totally immune to Alfus oddity of power, where he could control weaker minds and kill with the blink of his eye. They could only bear it exuding minuscule twitches here and there. As Alfus was escorted towards the pod destined for Earth, he never fought back like he usually did. It was boring and creepy to him. No matter how much pain he inflicted they never groaned, cried or shed a splint of emotional intelligence. It frankly grossed him out to know they were still bled and broke like he did.

As he thought this, he was placed in the all glass pod, he then realized it. “Well shit.”

The persons on the sun heard the realization. “Aww. This is surreal, maybe we are better.”

“Alfus is heading to earth. Shall we meet him? Ride the solar flare we will. The last bit of pain we will endure, we must rectify our species.”

On earth Alfus landed on the shattered planet that managed to keep itself green. Its atmosphere kept itself intact after a mini-supernova beamed itself through the earths core. Somewhere around to what earth’s inhabitants called itself in a state of nirvana or golden age that happened. Alfus landed in the shattered area and found the anti-thesis to himself. The leader of the intellectually inclined dead carcasses that dared to call themselves humans. Gender wasn’t a thing so from his perspective, he heard “it” spoke, “so how shall we mutilate each other this century?”

Alfus responded, “this time let us get physical.” His eyes grew intensely blue like a sapphire and he lunged forward with his fist cocked back towards “it”.

Universe: Heated Prison

“I hate Alfus. I hate Alfus. I hate Alfus. I hate…”

“Are you prepared to die?”

The sun was so hot that when the man turned his head, it looked as if his neck shrunk a little with ruffles of his skin melting. It was painful enough to talk, but to move was a pain he never wanted to experience again. He groaned, irritably, “You made me move. I didn’t want to feel that pain for another lifetime…” he saw the others, the seven others sitting amongst him also experiencing the ripping and melding of their bodies of their cells by the nuclear fusion and fission.

Once in awhile they would have to move, lest they sunk into the sun. They were able to walk on the surface, their bodies able to “chill” the surface; their skin ripped from their feet or which ever body part touched serving as a platform. They steadily rocked back and forth in silence, except the one who called out their leaders name repeatedly Alfus.

“He put us here. And he blocked us out mentally. He doesn’t give a damn.”

Meanwhile back on the station, there he was, Alfus the name they once collectively called from the sun, locked in a slumber behind the “glass” of his prison. The vent above constantly breathing out a sleep toxin, and him inhaling its poison. Once it stopped, the ppm dropped ever slow slightly and he was instantly awoken. He hopped up and once again, he was tasked with continuing the learning process.

“Where did we leave off? Yes. That’s right… 2137…” he was about to continue once he cut short, hoping to find a reason to continue what he has done for multiple generations of children who passed through here. Today he was to try something new. He clasped his hand with great intention so much so, a sound wave emanated pass the glass throughout the space station whose size was larger than what they considered a class 4 asteroid. Then he listened. The observers weren’t in the room, he already knew their heartbeats. They weren’t there. They were downstairs on break.

The children tried to comprehend why he’d clapped so hard, why he was now meditating. “Sir, schedule dictates you feed us the lesson. If you will not, I was instructed to tell…”

“Tell you what? I’m about to teach you one of my special lessons.” He paced back and forth, “haven’t you wondered, why they keep me in here?”

“You are a dangerous war criminal.”

“You have ethereal anomalies allowing you to do extraordinary actions.”

“We want your blood.”

“Cryptic isn’t it. Yet you want to live in peace? What was the last war you’ve hand since my time?” He stopped and looked around the room. He methodically clapped really loudly once more. Then listening. ” You all,” he scanned the room. The kids still as robotic as ever. Except one. The one he caught in his peripherals, he honed in on the sound of his heart. ” Don’t you think it’d be easier for me to live in peace? Then you all could live in peace? You know your history. I exiled my team for peace and yet in the thick of the night, BAMM!!!!” He slapped his hand on the glass, and a loud noise shot forward towards the children who didn’t even flinch except the one. And it was then he got scared. Scared enough for himself to be taken over by Alfus.

He got up.

The kids turned and watched him as if they were sentry’s. “Why have you stood HR-201?”

He turned around and walked away.

“What are you doing HR-201?” Another female child said.

He got to the door and locked the room with a push of a button and dropped dead.

It took awhile, but some of the children started to stare with something retro in their eyes. Half of the group were trapped in a stasis of emotion. The other half stayed fixated on Alfus. When they, the children who watched HR-201 break protocol, essentially making them realizing only the ignorance of him locking them in, they turned to Alfus who with a devilish smile, flared his eyes with a bright fluorescent light. They in a moment of mere attosecond, dropped to the floor only after their heads exploded. They blood splatter spread throughout the room and the children who were still alive remained calm. The alarm sounded. Resonating throughout the secret compartment of the space station. Men in white walked in horrified with their shades on.

“You sick fuck!!!” One screamed.

The others remained truly emotionless.

Alfus, sat down on the floor still blissfully smiling. ” I’m sorry if you didn’t already master this. Controlling death itself is evil enough, but children? Free will? You will all die if you don’t stop. I give you all 1 year from today to think about this.”

Back on the sun, they all stood in alliance. “He is ready.”

Post 8. Morning’s for Writing

In the evening no one is realeased, I hate that guy. I must learn to cooperate with him I guess. Goodmorning everyone, it is I, the one and only I. WordPress and followers I am closing in on the end of my novella, I am about 15k words to the finish. Before you say wait, hold up, 15k words is a lot, I catch writing fever towards the end of my manuscripts. 🤡 Two to three weeks from now I should be done at the least. Now on to the nice picture with the nice caption. Morning writing is the best for me. In the morning I come fresh out of dream land ready to type away. I wake up from 4 to about 6 am ready to write for about 3 to 4 hours. I put away my world and go back into my self induced dream. Except I can move. That’s important. Editing is my worst enemy truth be told, I must overcome him if I am ever to release something. I spent 4 months away from Kamikaze and Lawyer in the Sand. I am ready to tackle them. Working on the J. Tinton novella is so fun because of how I am writing, I get a biy of leeway with grammar and structure. To me it’s shaping up. Love it. I love writing. I can confidently say that. I LOVE WRITING! Time to make friends with the editor. Ciao.😀

Happy New Years.

This is one of those moments where when you come back after a 2 month hiatus, you have to decide whether to reset your post counter to one or continue to 47… So in the spirit of the New Year for 2017, we will just make this a New Years post and the next will be post 1. Hello my followers, passerbyers and wordpress! I hope all is well while I was gone and I hope to gain more followers in this year! My book is fast approaching, as I have a way clearer path in front of me regarding that, I am doing well personally for now, just plain ole working hard. Sacrifices and blessings is what I will call it and if you choose to call it anything else feel free as long as it is congruent with what I mean haha. I hope you all are doing well and blogging! I am currently in uniform and on break from duty, so I am limited… but. We. Will. Be. More active from now on! Once I get settled in! I will be in Mississippi for awhile so hopefully I can get some pictures and what not. Oh and a lot of work done on my second novel whilst editing my first. It shouldn’t conflict with study time. Thanks to those who follow me and still read my posts and thanks to those who read all the same. Boo to no one. It’s been a rollercoaster of a 2 months but, I will divulge more info sometime this week. Hopefully I do not change the nature of my blog too much! Happy New Years All! Woo 2017!

46. 

I close the doors and windows of my soul

Just to find a sight with in that can reflect me as a whole

Now console, while I consider

To stress and a headache, them my mind I deliver

Life pacing is as fast as a river

It rages but the sound is deceptive, I can barely hear quivers

It’s like quick silver, or maybe molten lava

End my suffering in seconds, by heat or unexplained phenomena

My suffering be quick enough for me to feel no pain

Death whether felt or not still probably feels the same

Just a reflection of a life that drove me insane

Because the directions weren’t clear enough

Bad enough weather on my windows pane

That’s what it is, smart to realize

My real eyes can see bullshit apart from lovely pies

I look up pass the atmosphere to the dark lit skies

Or maybe abyss, from here I can’t tell which is which

If one had a broom, my view would quickly switch

That’s how senseless my path is, but I see gold

Like the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow

I think that at the end it’s better as far as the notion of rain goes

A peace sign, to end all suffering

I drive to greatness, I hope it doesn’t leave when it hears my engine muttering….

The 39th Drop? What is.

The 39th fall wasn’t something that was, for me at least, something I attempted or determined to do. In the bible, it says a man falls seven times, along with other religions or religious books, that forgiveness whether by a man or a deity is unconditional until ultimate serenity is reached. What determines a fall? Does it mean that at one point before being “upright,” a decision that was out of my control led me to leave my internal peace? External peace? Who determines what is right or wrong? Is it our innate morals of guilt that we are born with guide is to a life that is “morally” correct? If we were born and became able to move with no knowledge of anything and it rained, “instincts” supposedly tells us to seek shelter. If the same situations is applied to meeting another person we would do one of three things as per our instincts; try to communicate, attack or flee. Is there an internal instinct that helps us determine that we fell? How do we determine that it  is genuine without our environment? This is just me typing a thought, an idea. If a man or woman doesn’t feel he or she is wrong, are they still wrong? If the world is reality then how can the world be as we percieve it to be? Reality by defenition is universal. Perception is not. Are we imposing upon our freedom of perception to force a farce of a reality on others causing them to fall? The 39th drop is just a moment of my mind to make peace of itself. I am not happy about certain things in my life from what I have done or currently did do, but by my standards. It is an intermingling mix of ideas, wisdom and knowledge that allow me based on who I am that determines that I fell today or yesterday at that point of my life. It is quite impossible to blank slate anyone but, if we blank slated myself, could I still say at being a basic human without interaction of another person to say that I fell at this point? The 39th drop, is not a fall but, maybe a stock chart. It is still going, with constant dips but, also with constant acensions. As the thought process about what a fall is can be critiqued so can an ascension. This maybe nonsense, or a nerd storm, but what is life without a person wanting to converse about it?

-Omnibus Writing-