PCJunkie's blog: "My Writing Pad"

As I walk my path with my head up high, Being blinded by smoke and bright lights. Craving a deep feeling for justice and revenge, Doing that which I have learned to do now. Everyone counting on me for victory points, Finding what it takes to put one foot forward. Giving all I got with effort and prayer for others, Hanging in a balance between strength and fear. I wonder when this will end and we can all leave, Just once I wish we could stop the fighting now. Killing another soul leaves me in an empty shell. Like a life like chess game we take our orders, Moving where we're told and watching our steps. Not able to hear myself think over a childs cry, One by one i fire shots in the night covered city. Puzzled if our leaders still think about our constitution. Questions rise and hatred follows through the ranks, Reaching out seems far fetched and hopes look grim. Seeing today's world would make one wonder now, Trust and hope in those that lead seem to weaken. Understanding our rights and hope creates dreams, Voting for one or the other, like picking your poison. When does our leaders run us like game pieces onward, X marks the spot soon and then the games will be over.

what would you do, if you found your ass in cali, call your momma in maui, but she's out back mixin a brew. so ya sittin on the road side, pouting about having no map, some punk just calls you a sap, walks past tellin ya to let it slide. soon night shall fall and you suck, two dollars you want from a hooker, she laughs and throws a pressure cooker, this outcome is seen for you didn't duck. if you read this short bit start to end, you might be wondering bout your mind, are you sane or is your brain in a bind, you don't have far, loony farm around the bend. your momma might not call you, your daddy is lost in vietnam, your brother,oh, died from spam. they'll feed you jello and its fresh too. now that your locked up, this adventure is gonna end, a farewell to you i do now lend, now take your meds from that small cup.

The time is now and end is near, A frame of time captured for a minute, What will you choose to do right now, You only got a minute and the end is here. What you did before or after now, Pushing all other matters back, Into the shadows they now go, So many ways and you ask how. Less talking and more doing maybe the trick, They say actions speak louder so why not, How will you spend the next few minutes, If that's all the time you had before time went tick. Spending it with someone close and dear, Or maybe spending it in solitude with silence, Maybe this frame of time holds a sad moment, Perhaps it's your chance to face a certain fear. Whatever happens now starts a new action, With each action we see new decisions, Each decision brings us through a new day, A new day brings faces us with new interaction.

Strolling along a darkened path yet well known, Shadows still hanging and hoping to disorient. As I look up to the heavens high above wondering, If I ask can I get an answer or an I stuck here alone. As I look up at a sky filled with mystery and wonder, I wonder if one day it will all make sense with clarity. I question the opposing force and actions it decides, From the good and the light it tries so hard to plunder. Strong winds blow whispering accusations and allegations, Causing the chaos I know so well and have come to welcome. Wonder where I look for my answers to the unanswered, Looking for the moments when a change will cause alterations. Holding on to a light to guide my path with complete assurance, Feeling the strength from one source and healing from another. A journey untold yet filled with possibilities on both sides of a coin. Walking forward with dreams and confidence as my only insurance.

You step up to say hello, And to the gal in yellow. You think your such a stud, Or maybe she thinks your a dud. Thinking your all that and then some, You're skills in talking while chewing gum. Through a crowd you push and shove, What king do you think you are from above. Cheap ass cologne and that cheesy suit, Not to mention the attitude you got to boot. You're nothing but a big cheese puff brother, Why don't you get a clue and crawl back to your mother.

Words are the minds tool. A new world is made and released. The master mind at work. Words flow with fury and that of a beast. Lined paper becomes a canvas. A pen, the brush filled with life. Master mind thinks and writes. Creating all sorts, maybe even a wife. A world filled with this and that. Filled with all kinds of emotions. A far away land with a castle perhaps. Or a sailor sailing the wild oceans. Oh, master mind, how you do write. The world you see and draw. Your mind draws such interesting life. A house of brick, or a hut of straw. Skies a blue, or maybe a touch of red. A human like you and me, or not. A stranger stalking through the warm night. Maybe a captured soul resting on a cot. How we look into the eyes of the master mind. See his work come to such life. A dragon and a knight, a fairy tale you might say. Or a story about a pauper finding a beautiful wife. No matter who is the master mind. It all comes from the mind using words as a tool. We can laugh or maybe we might cry. Whatever it is, a tale of some sort rich and full. One word after another, forming an adventure. A readers mind seeking great treasure. We create a place for guests to come and see. A universe for all to visit with pleasure. Whatever our likes or dislikes might be. Our minds can always be sure to explore and find. No matter our backgrounds, our whereabouts. We are all our own creative master mind.

Yes. That's right, I turned my imagination loose. I'm gonna start posting my writings here. Scarry I know but who knows ya might find something interesting, and if not that's fine too. But thought i'd share anyway. :)