Retribution

it is that time again.

it seems that even though i try very hard to be kind and adapt to everyone's needs, i do have a time where i tend to snap, and this is my week.

I'm not quite sure what triggers it, but right now, i feel there are some people that deserve to be punished for their imppenitent, uncaring and overly decadent behavior.

The powers of retribution and justice have decided it is their time and I am the instrument of choice. Through my eyes will the sinners find fear. Through my words will the unworthy know. Through my hands will the cast out fall. It is a world filled with insects and dung, and its time to do some cleanup.

Are you one of those selected for punishment?

I hope not, for if i hear you are one of those selected, may your god be powerful enough to stop my wrath. People trust me. People like me. I'm close to everybody.

So remember this, your enemies won't kill you. Your friends will.

The righeous divine power that fills my soul all this week empowers me to decide who is worthy and who deserves to fall. Who deserves life and who death. I alone can decide your existence, or make it be so that you never did.

I am an tool of vengence, a chosen one of the retributive powers. I feel good. I feel powerful.

Justified even.

I mean come on! Million of poeple the world over hurt and kill and don't give a fuck aobut anybody around them! They affect so many more than just themselves,often spreading their misery onto oters so that they could steal te potential happiness for themselves! Is that the way to live? oppressedby someone who doesn't care? Hell no! Its time for that to change! Don't let yourself get trod on by someone who would prefer that you die, since i mean after all you're only getting in their way, right?

WRONG! You're supporting them. Even if they don't realise it, they wouldn't be anywhere close to wherethey are now or who they can claim to be if it wasn't for your diligent, unselfish, unswerving drive. Even through getting spit on, rejected, hurt, ignored, blown up at, hurt some more, rejected agin, and then suddenly, when tey realise that you might go away, act all buddy buddy and try to bring you back, it really gets ya.

I mean, i just love te feeling of having my very being stomped on, lacerated, destroyed utterly, and as i pick up te pieces you try to steal them back. I gave it to you once. it was turned down. It is mine to give, and not to you. I withdraw.

Random...

Here's to the randomness of the dancing happy pickle
Playing with his Star Trek Operating Manual
Dancing in the clouds with his fish in the sea
purple sun sparkling from deep within me

tattered hoodie ornaments garnish gods plate
two peas, a cd and an instant rebate
god must be starving from the diet he's on
if he keeps it like this soon he'll be gone.

Thta snot a matter for an athiest like me
skys shatter memories and illuminate three
three is the sins
three for the lies
three is the number
of people to die

are you one of them
maybe so, maybe not
better watch your back
or you might get shot.

but rejoice in the streets
for I am here to stay
for those I hate
time to celebrate
your final, quite ending days.

and so it ends with a whale in the moon
dancing in the dust whith the elves and the sprites
not the kind you're thinking but the kind in a storm
cloud hearders thunders mages devils of xorn

Random particualtes of a teenage mind

You may have to point, for I don't always see.
You may hasve to shout, for I don't always hear
You may have to remind, for I don't always do
But one thng's for sure, I will always love you

Because of You

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Its a dream I had as it coalesced in the sky
I little child made of moonbeams and light
it seemed to be crying and when I asked it why
it said it wanted to die and give up the fight

then I realised that the child was me
and how scared I was from my head to my feet
I was shaking, there looking at myself
The mirror, immortal, looking at hell

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

What the hell have I done
What the hell have I become
Sometimes I want heavan's begotten son
But I'm an athiest, so that wouldn't work
believeing in nothing so that nothing would hurt

Gotta pick myself up, put my feet on the floor
But its hard when there's nothing left anymore
So this is goodbye from the sweet little me
Say hello to what I never wanted to be.

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Maliciousness, greed, anger and frustration
These are the means to cause my sedation
Im twisted I know, but its something I am
life's completely screwed up, its all just a sham

Its funny how what I hated I became
gathering joy in pain but secretly ashamed
But then you appeared, and I thought I had hope
But all you were was the end of the rope

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Anger is a tool

People view anger as a bad thing.
I know because I was one of them.
Then I began to think. Anger isn't a crime. It's a tool.
Anger fuels rage, which in situations that impact my life, can be a benefit.
As I type, I let the darkness in my soul well up, compounding upon my rage, building it.
My anger swirls like a tempest.
The wings of truth and justice that lie upon my back warp and twist into demon's wings, filled with fire and hate.
Hate for those who hurt me.
Hate for those who spurn me.
Hate to those who don't know.
Hate to myself for not letting go.
The beast is unleashed, but under the guise of a friend.
Now to manipulate to my own selfish end.

Deranged

My tire's changed
im still deranged
I can't believe this is real

Life feels like shit
but i ain't gonna quit
my soul still needs time to heal

Thought process is gone
Relationships none
I cannot believe my eyes

Need to get dressed
work life and stress
my limit has touched the skies

I don't even know
why this poem I wrote
It came to me on the fly

Love it hate it
debunk it enjoy it
But for now this is goodbye

Epic Average

First I (with much trial and error) tracked down the elusive habitat of the Phenoxia Timracer. Then, using sacred signaling devices from the distant future, summoned (with the help of my faithful avatar and Noble steed) the knights of the round table for some less than selfless fun.

We convened at my Palace of Indulgence where intoxication abounded and ...less than perfect Italian food was conceived, created, and consumed.

Then, one knave of the realm said, "Ho! I doth believe present company should adjourn to the Pit of the Beast"

And with that, so did the group of knights adjourn to mine room, and to my room did the nights travel, being as that was their destination. And lo, much decadance and vulgarities made themselves apparent, and the count of 3 men and 2 ladies arranged themselves about. The 5 lounged for there were the 3 men and 2 ladies, the total of knights being 5 and 5 being the count of the knights.

Once satiated, the knights split, two of them going to the hall of indulgence, two to the forbidden chasm of self-flaying doom, and the lord to retire to his chambers to listen to his enchanted minstels. Thence one of the lady knights entered, questioning the situation. And like a drop of water entering a pond, so did ythe ripple grow and more entered the lords chamber. And the lord felt better, for his fellow knights were enjoying themselves.

Later on, fellow knight Ricktonion Barionadagualaga questioned the lords state of mind. At the time, the lord had no idea, but it has since become clearer. The lord's mind is confused atwixt his fancy for a lady knight. Should said Knight Ricktonion, being the knight who questioned, and the questioning knight being him read this, there lieth thy answer!

Once the palace of indulgence was properly used, the knights then traveled to a distant and magical realm known as "Easton" There, they watched in awe as Beasts and Men alike frolicked on the flat of a screen in a play portraying the epic adventures of an ogre. The films characters doth touched the hearts of both lord and knights, as the film portrayed friends of those known to the knights, as well as the phrase which plagues my soul: If you love them, you'll let them go. After all, Ogres don't have happy endings.

Once the frolicking was over, the various knights mounted their steeds and thence left my company, returning to that where they hailed.

The next day... work work, and the usual more work