just a thought.

Surviving on milk less cereal and water was his only option for the mean time. Work was coming his way, but not quickly enough. He was beginning to spend countless hours in front of the computer screen in search of a job to take just so he could eat. Thirty cents shuffled in his pocket. a reminder that change doesn't buy much these days. He had let go of everything and everyone in his past but he wasn't saddened by this. In fact none of it mattered to him for all he wanted to do was to be free

DAMIEN

The sky was dark. The moon was round and bright. Stars were out shined by the City beneath them, and He walked through the ghetto fearless and in search of something. He had faced many of the same trial through the years and was growing bored of his life. His own existence was not anything to brag about, but his life was rather unconventional. He was not like anyone he had known. No one he had known have ever met a soul quite like his. Thoughts would race through his mind at all times. He would get lost in his mind.  No one would ever fully understand him. This was alright though. What once made him feel uncomfortable in his own skin, he was now embracing. The darkness he had kept buried would surface from time to time. His darkness was becoming his art. The drug use was no help. His mind was starting to slip. Visions of things would startle him. His mind would play tricks on him. The only time it would be fine for him to accept these visions was under the influence. Sobriety was becoming too boring for him. He would search for his escape. If he were to disappear would anybody care? The thought would roll around in his mind from time to time. The thought was making him want to leave. He knew where he was, but did not feel a belonging. Maybe it isn't here. A chameleon he was and could easily blend in with anyone he felt was worthy. If he knew the date of his death, he would count the days. The optimist would emerge from within and with an attitude full of arrogance, he would challenge himself to stay.  He had to stay. The confidence possessed would be fueled by the darkness that would slip through the cracks. A battle within oneself had not been won yet.  With a clear head he could make anything possible. No one could stop him. The moon above him began to crack open and bled through out outer space. Droplets would speed through the atmosphere like meteorites. The buildings around him would be destroyed with the crashing of each droplet of moon blood. He would calmly walk as the neighborhood behind him burned to the ground. People would run in panic from the wreckage. The sidewalk began to crack open as the planet began to shake. Water hydrants would fly through the air as water gushed from the ground. Car alarms filled the once quiet night with an abundance of sound and he calmly walked.  His eyes were becoming darker and horns forced their way through his skull. He was causing the wreckage. Any wrong surrounding him was his own doing, and he for once was beginning to accept that.

A trip

He thought differently from the rest. His attire mainly consisted of a black pair of slacks and a black polo. Sometimes a black button down. His shades were always withing reach. His opinions of the world and the people in it would differentiate as often as his under wear.  D=For the most part he had learned to hate everything around him, but learned how to hide it well. He had a weakness for women. Every so often he would meet one that would capture a peace of his heart. These women would make him want to be a better man. They would make him want to care. They would until one day he stopped caring.


It was on a Friday night. His shift had ended and he met with a couple of acquaintances. The night was young and the moon was full. Limitless possibilities filled the air of the night.  The group found their way into a private basement. A bag full of mushrooms to be split three ways and forty dollars worth of herb. Laughter filled the basement as smoke hugged the walls. It wasn't long before the tiles on the walls began to dance through out the room. The small group would look around with a new found sense of amazement. To some forests began to grow throughout the basement. Tiny bearded men would dance and yodel in the background.  To his right, pipes began to rattle and steam and machines would shake heavily as though they were about to erupt. 


They made their way around the basement. They became to the Scooby Doo gang as they investigated each new room in this new and exciting world they were embarking on.  Through one exit they ventured and found themselves in a garden paradise. The sky was crisp and the air was fresh.  Lights traveled upward towards the sky.  The Group investigated this paradise shortly, but knew there was far more to learn about this new land.  The boy all dressed in black began to feel a new sense of awkwardness. He was embarrassed by his appearance. Somewhere in his life he decided not to care. His wardrobe was as black as he felt his heart was.  All he wanted was to belong, but how could he in a world he hated?

The night was beginning to wane. The trio decided to venture into the outside land. As they walked down the streets freedom filled their hearts.  A joyous feeling it was as they walked side by side. They had all shared an amazing experience together and were bonding as they never could before. The moon filled the night sky and the stars gravitated toward it. The further they walked the further behind they left the darkness. The further away the boy in black left the darkness. He had been enlightened  from the experience and saw himself from who he was and who he wanted to be.

They began to split ways as the birds chirped in the tree's.  The sky was now a light blue and the streets began to fill with morning traffic. The trip had ended by the time he entered his apartment. He stood in the shower as the water fell onto his face and slid down his body. His hair covered his face. The night was being washed away by the water. He was starting to feel like himself again.  The thoughts continued to fill his mind.  It was unbearable. He wanted to cry. He hated his person so much that he even thought it would be ok to die. He inhaled and exhaled. He lost himself in meditation. The tears were washed away with the water and so was the darkness he kept within him. It was time to change. Time to become a better man. He turned the water off and slid open the shower door. he walked over to the mirror and took a look at a new man for the first time.

The Kryptonian

He traveled a great distance to get here. He did it un- willingly. To save his life, his parents blasted him off into outer space. To preserve their heritage they sent him to Earth. As his craft left the atmosphere, the ground began to crack. Oceans covered entire continents, and volcanoes began to erupt.  People were crushed, drowned, extinguished from existence.  The craft had reached a great distance by the time the planet had silently exploded. Fragments of the planet raced through space, eventually catching up with the fleeing craft. The speed of the craft helped pull the fragments with it to their new destination. Years had passed as the craft glided through space. The infant was now a toddler. The child was nurtured by the craft.  by year three, the boy had entered a new Galaxy, we call the Milky Way. The craft raced toward their new home with ever increasing speeds. The fragments in pursuit have become radioactive over time.  The craft enters the atmosphere. The heat does not affect the ship as it is made from an alien alloy. The craft enters the stratosphere and races towards a proper location with the right conditions for the boy to develop. A hail of fragments follow through the atmosphere, but break up and spread all over the new planet. The craft crashes into the earth just as an older couple drive into town. The car is flipped onto it's side and the passengers are unharmed. As they are gathering themselves, the craft opens and the boy comes out. He walks over to the turned over car and greets his new parents for the first time.  Growing up was not easy for him. His alien abilities have been developing from the moment he arrived on the planet and only grew stronger with age. He lived in fear that his secret would be exposed and he would be taken from the parents he grew to love. As a teenager, he made a choice to live as a Human being in the most forgettable way. He wore a pair of glasses, and got himself into as many accidents as possible. The other kids would laugh at him. He even let them stuff him into a locker from time to time. Back at home, he would man the farm single handed.  His adoptive parent's had no answers to give him about where he came from, but the craft he came in had all of his answers. He learned about the errors of his people, as well as their achievements. He realized his purpose at a young age, but feared exposing his secret to the world. It took him years to develop the courage he lacked. It was not until he perused his career in Journalism, when the injustices in the world became clearer to him.  Governments were failing their people, people were going hungry, People were being killed in genocide. The world was full of potential, but needed guidance. The world needed a symbol. He needed to face his fears. All of his life he had wanted to not just live among us, but to be one of us. He also wanted to be himself. He made a new decision which was to live as two people. Himself and his human disguise. People were rioting and looting. Havoc had taken over. Law enforcement was out numbered. The people had become tired of the lies told by their politicians.  A new class of villain was born. The "Super Villain." The military marched down the streets of Metropolis loaded with tanks and guns. Angry Civilians Marched towards them armed with machine guns and rifles. The two groups grew closer and closer. The tension grew stronger and stronger. Everyone was gripped with fear and anger. Both sides wanted to end this, but couldn't. Once the two groups were within eyesight they raced towards each other hooting and hollering.  The yelling was interrupted by a loud BOOM. The moon was full and bright. A silhouette hovered in front of it. A red cape flapped in the air.  The man in the sky hovered with his hands together. The two groups realized the BOOM was but a clap and stared at the man in the sky. His eyes glowed red. He lowered himself to the ground. No one has ever seen a man do what he had done. No one had ever seen a man fly.  In an authoritative voice he told  everyone to "go home." Speechless they did. Throughout the night he made saves around the world. People feared him at first, but began to see he was helping. In time people would cry for him. He had become their savior. He was accepted.

A fresh start

His body was sore. His muscles were tightening and forming solid. He stretched every so often to prevent his body from becoming stiff. He was never an active person growing up. He usually sought comfort on a sofa or in bed with the television on. This was new. Bursting with new found energy, he searched for ways to release it. Although he did not have the body he wanted just yet, confidence began to alter his ego. He could do anything he wanted and will in time. The bedroom was his gym and the hip hop that played was a motivating factor in his work outs. Sweat would pour down his face each time he lifted the weight's.  The weight of it would expose new cuts forming on his triceps.  The sweat would drip down his arms making his tattoos glow.  He would push the earth away witch each push up he did. The hours would pass and he wouldn't quit. His abdomen would burn with every crunch. He wanted to give up, but wouldn't allow it. He needed to change. He longed to be different and this was how he would do it. He was finding something to rejoice about in his life and would let nothing stop it. He was tired of dealing with his manic depression and was attacking it.  Little did he know that he was already in a sense the man he wanted to become. Little did he know that he was for the most part happy.

A romantic evening in Paris

He meant nothing to the world and he knew it. Everything about it was utter disappointment and he wanted out. The alcohol he had consumed was playing tricks with his mind. It was making him feel worse.  As he walked to the train station, he would fumble on to things. The streets were a jigsaw puzzle. He was shaken up and forced to solve it. Angry thoughts raced through his mind. Regret joined the race shortly after. After a couple of beers and and a low bank account he would consider himself a loser. Actually,  he always felt that way. The booze  only intensified the feeling. He had a tough time climbing the steps up to the platform. He had to hold the rail with dear life and pull his way up. A train had come and gone before he made it up,  and passengers getting off would look at him in disgust as they crossed paths.  He wore the alcohol like cologne.  His bladder in agony, he walked to the end of the platform. A stream of urine poured onto the tracks as an orchestra invaded his head. The relief put a smile on his face from ear to ear. A light flickered and dimmed as he zipped up his pants. He knew it would be a while before the next train would arrive, so he decided to entertain himself with thought.  In his mind he saw himself. He examined himself in this thought and found a joke. A joke of which he was the pun of.  He had nobody. After a short while he stopped thinking and stared down at the tracks.  The air was silent except for the occasional passing of a car or ambulance down below. A new thought surfaced. "What if I jumped?" he thought out loud. It was fine since the only other person on the platform was roughly ten yards away.  The dimming light slowly faded. He was alone in the dark at the edge of the station contemplating suicide. Suicidal thoughts have plagued his mind in the past. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He was up to his last one ironically.  He took a look around for cops right before sparking it. The coast was clear. As he contemplated, he played a specific song on his ipod.  A song that would keep repeating itself.  Thoughts of remorse  had crept into his mind. A flashing of light appeared in the distance.  The man at the other end of the platform was out of sight. Another light flickered, dimmed, and faded. The bright light in the distance grew closer and closer. He took a few more pulls of his cigarette before flicking it onto the tracks. As he waited for the train, he turned the volume up to maximum on his ipod. The platform began to tremble as it approached. His palms began to shake. sweat poured down his forehead. The light grew brighter. He closed his eyes and sang along with the song that he kept on repeat. The train  violently makes it's way to the platform. His adrenaline is pumping at maximum speed. The train rushes toward the end of the platform. It is as if everything is moving in slow motion to him. He walks over to the edge. He raises his arms, becoming a crucifix. He kicks off of the platform. He hovers above the tracks for a moment. Just long enough to see the train...............

Random thoughts about....

 PARAGRAPH ONE!

 The philosophical Social Network enslaves our minds. We are drawn to it's presence. Without it life in this "brave new world" may cease to exist. Whatever happened to being courteous? Rarely do I ever hear a "please" or a "thank you". It bothers me because I was raised to say these things, and to see people twice my age disregard these sayings is bothersome. Humanity is capable of so much. Our minds are incredible, yet most people chose ignorance. Nobody wants to think outside of the box [Status update] anymore. They want the thinking done for them.  I hate the saying "the children are the future". They will too just become neurotic, uncaring, perverse adults. Once sex enters their vocabulary, they will be ruined. The very society we have built as a species was created for the sole purpose of having sex. Men will achieve great things, but it is not " a man's world" by any means. It is and has always been a woman's world. 

PARAGRAPH TWO!!

I close my eyes and enter a world where none of this matters. The blue sea is ever growing and my hammock sways with the winds between the tree's. In this world there are only a few surviving human beings. People I have taken a liking to.  The seagulls glide through the air with the minimalist of effort and the carcasses buried beneath the sand  are scentless.  a beach ball lands on my belly and I laugh. My friends laugh too. Up ahead we notice a ship approaching. We don't want to have to hurt any one, but we know we are going to have to. In order to be happy we can only allow a certain amount of human beings to live.  We jokingly name the approaching ship  Columbus.

PARAGRAPH 3!!!

"It's my guilty pleasure"the morbidly obese lady said to the person at the counter. She then grabbed the extra large cup of lard and began to divulge in it.  She settles the drink down for a bit wipes her mouth with her sleeve  and smiles. " Can't be good all the time" she says.  The streets have become an obstacle course. Twisting and turning and ducking and crying have become a part of a walk. We live in a fat Nation. A nation of high cholesterol, excess body fat, and so much fast food you could feed probably everyone on the planet at least three meals. When I go hungry it is only for a day or two. Halfway around the world hungry is the norm.  Granted this is the United States of America and we are free to have guilty pleasures and to become as fat as we want to be, but couldn't we share some of what we have to the people that don't have?  It does not have to be a political thing. Just a humane thing.   

PARAGRAPH 4!!!!

Our mayor is worth  17.5 billion dollars.  There are ten multi- billionaires in New York.  Put some food and clothes on a couple of 747 Jets and ship them to the people that need the help. Who needs that kind of money? Gordon Gecko[wall street] said "Greed is good." Economically maybe. Trickle economics can work, but is greed really good?  Maybe envy blinds me. There are good people out there. A group of super rich Americans do give back. 

FINAL THOUGHT:

We are all responsible for everything that happens on this planet and to our species.  Because of our incredible minds we are obligated to preserve life in all forms. It  may be a while before the rest of us realize we left the caves though. Someday everything will be right.