Good Lies (aka IT'S AN EVIL VILLAIN! DROP THE SQUIRREL AND RUN!)

Within a truth there are only good lies
I know not where I may next choose to head
But we can all see through your sickly guise.



Upon a sea of truly deep, strange eyes
We have sat upon our big yellow bed
Within a truth there are only good lies.



Many a youngin do as they do well, cries
And all the tears they release are deep red
But we can all see through you sickly guise.



For all that is lost we find no great prize
But it is but a thinly woven thread
Within a truth there are only good lies.

There are many a great man that be wise
But one by one they shall all swiftly tread
But we can all see through your sickly guise.

And there are many man who may advise
But none of us wish to reach a last dead
Within a truth there are only good lies
But we can all see through your sickly guise.

Don't. Touch. My. Pizza.

How many do you have?
What have you done recently?
Don't worry, You can tell Papa State
And papa Smurf.

Why do you care!
You usless, evil hypocrite
Rat for the FBI!
Don't. Touch. Me.
You epic fool
Do we even know you.

Get away
Before I melt you
With my laser vision.
And we all now
That all you want to do
Is eat me.

So,
Don't. Touch. Me.

It's not a hard concept
You really ought to know
You scary freak.
And yes, its bad when a nerd
Like me who pretends to have
Pokemon battles with people,
Calls you a freak.

So,
Don't. Touch. This. Nerd.
Don't. Touch. This. Freak.
Don't. Touch. Me.

Just because I'm not Leader Supreme
Don't mean that you can spy on me
Play with my thought like
You are my Jedi master.

I won't bow
To your will
So go get me
A nice steaming hot
Pizza.

And,
Don't. Touch. My. Pizza.

Curses, More Donuts...

Dedicated to The Annoying People that I have to put up with.

In your dastardly death
You have no faith.
And so I willingly wish
That you may not fish.

Be it so far from sweet home
Your jaw may continually foam.
May you sleep with the stupid sinners
While all others celebrate with winners.

You may never bust a move
Or be with one you love.
May this happen fast and quickly
And may your Mom fall sickly.

May those whom you care
Take no more of my pears.
You may never eat a donut
And may everyone in America kick you in the gut.

A heavy decision

I, The man who knows.
Must let out a scream
Of anguish and deceit
In the dark of night.

I have seen no light.
All I see is
Bad poetry.
Oh noetry.

There is no way to escape the destruction
On which I am bound.
I face a dilemma
From which I must escape.

But there is no good way out
Once you have accidently entered
Where I have long since
Step foot through no fault
Of mine own.

All that now happens weighs
Heavily upon me.
To hurt some one would be horrible.
And both options cause me to hurt
Some one.

I wish not for personal gain
But rather to help two people,
But to help both is impossible.
Oh, but what is one to do?

Upon Good Things

Little people looking up
White flowers blooming up
Great suns watching over us
As the branches gently wave
And cover the people
As upon the leaves
Rest the yellow
And pink shield
Keeping off the
Beasts.

Slowly they shall reach
There full shapes
And then whither off
Into emptiness and barreness.

The Eels

The piles of rubbled trash
Falling from the sky
Landing in a dirty pile.

She looks on
At her lonely, earthly possesions
Knowing how the eels did it.

She knows all that once was
Is gone and believes that
What now is, is what should never be.

She sees only unfairness
In the world.
She wants to know
Why they came for her.
She truly was a good person
But alas no more-
The eels took her and the rest of the rubble
Last night.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening reaction

By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The reason I like this poem is because I feel as if we are all on a never ending trip. And while sometimes we may want to stop and take a break I think this poem shows that we can't always do that. That we most keep on going forward and must never give up. I think there are all times we wonder from the path and wish to just quit and give up but not only did I just sound like a priest at a mass, but we must find our way back to the path to where we were going because the worst thing a person can do is to break a promise made to another person because we are all equal. Some say this is a poem where he had been considering suicide. But I don't think so. I think he was doing something and thinking of quitting it but ultimately chose not to. I think this poem is inspirational for that reason.

MR IMONDI THREE PEICES RIGHT HERE MON MON!

The Curse
It is a store presentable enough on the outside but on the inside it is completely empty. That is because it is a store which cannot be owned. The only thing bought and sold in it is the store itself.“Where’s the items” said the man as he walked in.“There’s none, but if you give me five bucks the stores yours.” The man at the counter said, and so was the way the stores curse passed hands, money. At the time he had thought it was the best bargain he had ever made, but he didn't know what waited for him in the attic.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Honey, come on, let's bring the supplies in" he said as they walked to there newly fixed store. They had transferred it into a tool store and were bringing in power tools as it fell to the ground at the door and they tried really hard but it was like a barrier, they couldn't get it in."What's happening?" asked his wife Matilda. She was tall and beautiful with flowing red hair."I don't know" he said as he saw a dark silhouette move across the a window on the top floor slowly. "Honey, I'll be right back" he said as he walked into the store while she wore her confused face and began to follow. He slowly walked up the stairs to the top floor and as he opened the door to the attic a bright light shown in his face before it disappeared but he wonder still remained on his face."Hello?" he asked as his wife walked in to the room."What is it" asked Matilda"There was a light just a moment ago" he said the wonder on his face still remaining"Well its not here now...""BUT IT WAS!" He yelled anger now on his face"Jeez, chill. I'll wait down stairs" she said as she left and closed the door.But the door had not been closed long before he heard "Jeez, you've been very bad at this. And who names ther kid Jeez any way?""Who is that?" he asked"Your pet, but don't you know the rules?""What rules? Who are you?" he said panicked unsure if he was crazy or if it was the room speaking to him."I told you, I'm the pet. The rules are that the store must be sold, nothing else.""Who is this?""Sssshh" said the voice as he blacked out.____________________________________________________________________Jeez awoke in the morning on a cold hard wooden fence. At first he was startled by this and tried his best to get up. He saw that his sneacker and socks were gone and a quick feel through showed that his phone, iPod and house keys to were gone. This quickly awoke him with a start as he thought of his beautiful Matilda. He looked at the street signs, he was a mile from his house. It took him several minutes but he got home and found his door locked. He went around the back and broke the window as he fell through into his home. He hurried upstairs to there room and opened the door. And there she layed facedown on the bed."Matilda?" he asked as he approcahed and poked her un moving body. He then turned her over and broke down crying as he saw the blood stained night gown and bed sheet. He collasped to his knees as he the truth sank in. He would never be able to hold his dear Matildat, to whisper "I love you" after a long romantic evening again. His dear Matilda was dead. And there he kneeled crying over her bloody corpse for several hours before he was finally able to gain composure enough to call the cops. When they came an ambulance took the body away. They asked him a few questions and he explained that he had been knocked out and his phone, ipod, keys and shoes stolen. That he loved his wife and would never do it. And then they left and he tried to get some sleep but the one time he was able to get a minute's sleep he heard her voice, yelling for help from the abyss she was probably now wallowing in. It was simply to haunting so he turned on the stove to make himself some tea to calm himself down but before he got the water on the on stove he broke down crying again. And there he cried untill he fell asleep, tears still in his eyes.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He awoke at twelve the next day to the smell of smoke. He awoke in a shock as he saw that a blaze had just surrounded him."HELP!!!!!" he screamed desperately but he knew that his abilities as a track star couldn't help him out of this one. He had just given up hope as a blast of water from a hose burst through an open window and as it met with the water steam rose up and the fire was extenguished."HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled again this time louder with new hope.``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````Out side the fireman heard his screams of desperations and burst into the building. as they sprayed down the fire working towards the dining room. Slowly but surely they were confident that they were going to make it in time. Then they saw his face. There was a look of horror and anguish on it."Hold on, we're coming" yelled one of the fireman, Chuck, as they kept on approaching, fighting the blaze as they went. They then managed to reach him and carried him out of his incedibly shaken as the cieling collasped where he had just been standing. In interviewing Jeez they learned about his wife and how the fire started. By then end of the hour the fire was gone but most of the house leveled. He resigned to walking to his store once the guys from insurance left and the firefighters left and the well wishers walked back home. The walk seemed far longer then usual for him. He had no idea what was left in his life but only that everything he had was gone. All he knew was that there was one place to go, the store and its strange light. When he reached the store he went up to the top floor and sat down and cried once more."What is wrong?" came a mysterious, comforting voice from no where."Ma-Matilda?" He asked recognizing the voice of his wife."Yes, where am I?" His beautiful wife asked"Don't worry, every thing's ok. Is any one else there?" He said"Yes, there is this strange baby here" the voice said when he realized the worse truth of all, she had been pregnant when she died."Don't worry, it's ok" He said, trying to be strong."Jeez, am I, am I dead?" asked Matilda"Yes" he said beginning to cry."Don't cry" She said, "It'll only take a step" and then he saw what she was talking about, an open window. His mind raced with the possibilities. He slowly walked over to the window. "Come on, just one step" said the voice as he looked down seeing that the drop may kill him. He began to take a step, then turned around."Animus, ostendo tui formo" said Jeez, his best attempt to say "Spirit, show yourself" in Latin, his arm out stretched."Over here" came Matilda's voice from the corner of the room. He quickly turned to face her and his child but standing there was a man in a suit."Who are you?" asked Jeez"The resident spirit" said the spirit, his voice now suave and smooth."And your name is...""Charles, Charles Smith. I was the original owner of this great establishment""But I can't sell anything in it""You can sell the store, hell you bought it for five bucks!""How did you know that?""I am the store. It is cursed so I must haunt it untill it gets sold over and over again.""And what does this haunting include?" asked Jeez"Just some really bad luck, killed the last guy's mother. That was fun" said charlesJeez then flew at him trying desperately to punch his face as his fist repeatedly went through. "You bastard! How dare you do that crap to me! What did I do to you! Hell what did we do to YOU!" Jeez yelled out in anger."The store is only sold through a specific family line, the line that exterminated mine.""Was she really-""Pregnant? Yes. There both dead and I'm loving this. The anguish of the living is great fuel for me" said charles as Jeez slowly pulled a metal pipe towards him and swung it at Charles' head and he screamed as a mighty flame consumed him and he dissapeared."Jump" came the sweetly seductive voice from within his head. He knew that there was one thing left to do. He walked towards the window as his dead wife's voice became louder and pulled out a match and lit it. Then he dropped and let it spread."No don't! Stop it! Stop it!" Came a demonically warped voice and of course he didn't stop it. And within a matter of seconds the passage ways out were blocked by flames and he calmly walked towards it knowing that he may never live again...

Zombie Story:
As John stepped outside of his house he stumbled down a few steps as he began to see the exotic noises and sounds of the world as he popped another pill into his large mouth. For some reason he had decided to take a walk, while seeing noise. As he turned down the street he saw his neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was a creepy man who could be considered a pedophile as he watched little kids walk down the street, staring intently at them. But some said it was because of his mental scarring from the Vietnam but all John knew was that he liked the man, he seemed nice enough and they could both relate to each other’s psychotic experiences although John had a best friend who was schizophrenic and had hurt himself bad enough to be given painkillers, which he was now addicted to.“Hi Mr. Johnson!” shouted John to his neighbor. And to his horror Mr. Johnson turned and faced him and as he did his skin slowly corroded away revealing horrid pieces of tissues.“Auuga, Auuga” it said as he began to dance the Thriller dance. It meant one thing…“ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed out John as he broke into a dead run screaming and yelling for help. He felt like he was back in the war, being forced to run from the enemy with a piece of shrapnel in his arm waiting for death and giving up nearly all hope. But not this time he knew he was going to save his friends. He then saw his one hope, the voice of reason for him and his schizophrenic friend Jim, Jude. She was short and legally a midget, but preferred to be called a little person.“Jude, Jude, Jude” he said.“Yes it is?” said Jude“ZOMBIES! You got to help us!” he cried out.“And what was it last week, Werewolves. And the week before that I was a giant. And before that Vampires.” Said Jude“Yes but this is real this time!” said John“That’s what you say every time!” said Jude. “Look maybe you need sometime in lock down; you and Jim can discuss the invasion”.“Wait Jim to!” exclaimed John as they began the long dizzying walk to lock down. In actuality it wasn’t long or dizzying but Jim had run several blocks so it felt longer. Also lock down was just Jude’s basement, but it was fortified with a steel door so that Jim didn’t think that ghosts could get in. And so he escorted him down the long stairs into the lighted room as she closed the steel door. Out of a dark corner a hand touched his shoulder.“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” they both yelled as Jim’s face appeared in the shadow his red hair falling over his eyes.“I hear them man, I hear them! There everywhere!” said Jim.“I know Zombies!” said John“What do we do?” asked Jim“What we always do” said John. And so it was that a few minutes later they were banging on the door calling Jude’s name and shouting Zombies.“Yes?” she answered as everything went black for her and John and Jim lift her unconscious body and put it in lock down.“Good thinking, I love this year” said Jim“I know, 2010 has been great for our inventions.” Said John, who knew that the two of them were also small time inventors.“Come on, lets go” said Jim as they left the house.“Where to?” asked John“Center of town, village hall. They have no mind someone must be controlling them” said Jim. And so they walked around the streets of that small suburban Massachusetts white collared town. And all they saw were people transforming. Corroding skin fell every where as there friends and neighbors began thriller.“It must be air born” said John as he put his white hockey mask on and took out his Zombie destroyer weapon. And so they turned every perilous corner ready to protect themselves tooth and nail from there enemy."So how do you think?" said Jim"About what?" said John"Who do you thinks controlling them?" said Jim"Well it is obviously some one of stature, THE MAYOR!" yelled John"I hear them, there coming!" yelled Jim as they both started in a dead run down the streets. They could see the zombies getting smarter, a pair of cop zombies drove cars and a person zombie was walking a dog zombie."Its more dangerous then we thought, there are animal zombies! We have to start this before the plants become Zombies to!" said John. And so they ran even faster then there dead run, it was an extreme sprint run as they would later call it. And so they ran to the center and saw the mayor, still human, holding a button in his hand."Its just as we thought" said Jim"Lets get him" said John and so John started talking casually to him."So what do you think of zombies?" said John"There very terrifying, uh why?" asked the mayor"Oh, no reason, would you say there good soldiers for an army?" asked John"Um sure, why not?" asked the mayor"WE GOT YOU, YOU SLIME BAG!" screamed Jim wielding a knife as he popped out of the shadows and attacked the mayor leaving a cut on his arm as John withdrew his own knife."Wha-what's going on?" asked the mayor terrified."We know what you really are" said John"Look, I never killed those people. I'll give you anything you ask, leave me alone. Please." said the mayor his jacket becoming more bloody by the second."Then explain this zombie invasion!" yelled Jim"What zombies?" asked the mayor"Yours! Stop lying you cheating scumbag!" said John. The jacket was becoming more bloody and the mayor obviously noticed this as he broke out into a run, closely followed by John and Jim. For about a block they chased as the zombies doing the thriller dance ignored them. And then off came the mayors bloody arm as a corroded hand pulled it off and he screamed in pain. As the zombie of Mr. Johnson bit into his neck and released. A white light flowed from the wound to his mouth as he devoured it. His eyes slowly turned to white."Hello boys" he said, "Your horrible at this""So wait it was never the mayor..." said Jim"It was you" said John"Yep, it was easy to control your mind and bring him to me. You see I needed to absorb the energy of an intellectual to reach my prior knowledge, to restore me and to increase my power. You see boys in the human mind is the knowledge of making everything super, including zombies. But there's just one thing, in order to make me super I needed a blood relative and the mayors the only one left, he killed the rest. I had to hide to survive. I joined the military and changed my name for protection. One day soon after I was discharged I was bit in Kansas and long since then I've been manipulating peoples minds. None until now have seen my true form" and with that he became more monstrous as more skin corroded and fell and all the people whom they had thought were zombies suddenly resumed there normal forms, "Oh, and your boys are the only ones who can see me right now. Well I might well start with you" he said. And with that he leaped at them and knocked Jim to the ground as John swung at him with his knife and he dodged with great speed. Jim then got up and jammed it between his ribs as he quickly fled."Um did you ever close the door Jim?" asked John"When?" asked Jim"When we left..." said John as something clicked inside the two of them."JUDE!" they both yelled as they ran down the street towards Jude's house. They ran in the open side door to find her still asleep but tied up against a chair. They quickly ran to undo the bindings when the door suddenly closed and locked and the blinds and windows all closed."Sorry boys, my turn" said Mr. Johnson"Why? Why our friend? Why us?" said Jim"Because you were easily subjugated and I'm hungry. Not for flesh but revenge on those who caused this on me, on those who forced me into hiding. It's Armageddon NOW and I'm gonna spear head the zombie apocalypse effort. And you three shall be my first, my second, third and fourth in command." said Mr. Johnson"And if we don 't agree" said Jim"Well to bad" said Mr. Johnson"Heads up no brains!" yelled John as he through a pot at him and it smashed against as Jim grabbed a knife and stabbed him in his head as white light flowed around his body as he fell to dust."Now what?" asked Jim"Wh-what happened?" said a voice coming from the corner of the room."Jude!" they both yelled as they rushed over to untie her"Sorry, we forgot about you" said Jim"How dare you forget about me!" yelled Jude"Oh stop your fuss, your to short to be noticed. Now Jim and I are getting lunch. Are you coming?" said John and as he opened the door she followed. There were still no zombies.EpilogueJohn sat in the living room looking at his pain killers. It had been a whole week and he felt no need for it. He suddenly had a realization. He sprinted over to Jim's lock down room in Jude's house."Jim, do you hear them?" he asked hopefully"No, not all" said Jim"We're free!" cried John"Do you think it was all Mr. Johnson?" asked Jim"It probably was, I have no doubt that he wanted to make us weaker" said John"Whats going on down there?" came a voice from the top of the stairs.Jim then hearing Jude's voice ran up to the top of the stairs, John followed cautiously."Oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you" Jim was saying repeatedly while holding Jude in a bear hug, nearly crushing her to death."Well I don't love you. Now go to your room." she said as he walked back down the stairs, looking rejected and closing the heavy door.

Parrot story continuation:
And so they picked me up and brought me into there large minivan, which I had bought for her with my money three years ago. She sat in the passenger seat with me as she continually stroked me and said "pretty bird". So I tried to put my mind around the words flowing from the radio. It was hard to get it down with this beautiful women stroking my feathers in a way that reminded me of life. And yet I was busy focusing my anger at this new guy. One bite for stealing my wife, one bite because I never bit that annoying clerk and one for exposing me to this horrible music. Luckily it was a short ride and when we got there they put on the news and put me close enough to hear it. I started to plot my revenge.It all happened roughly two weeks later when she made him feed me, "Hi stupid birdy, I'm going to turn you into dinner, so eat up" he said."Don't mess with me" I said, a phrase that I learned from tv."Oh how cute" said that horrible man"My name is talky tina, and you'd better be nice to me" I said, a phrase from Twilight Zone"You talking to me" he asked"Yes" I said"Well I never knew parrots were capable of a coherent conversation" he said as a door upstairs closed and she came down. "Honey, you'll never believe it, he's intelligent!""Well of course he is, he's my pretty birdy!" she said as she gently stroked my feathers in the wonderful way that she does. "Does Polly want a cracker?" she asked"Yes please" I said, I knew she knew that I would know this because she spent the time to teach it to me."See he's smart" she said as she gave me the cracker."But not like that, he was actually having a conversation" he said"But I never taught him how to have a conversation, I'm only up to chapter 5, 'asking politely', so see, its impossible." she said"I swear, it happened!" he said "Watch!, Who's a stupid birdy, who's a stupid-" he said taunting and goading me."How dare you, he's a smart birdy!" she said as she marched away"Well I'm going to get you" he said as he put his finger towards me"For the store clerk" I said as he walked away to lick his wound.The next day I was told how bad it was that I bit him, "Please don't do that" she said, but it didn't matter to me, he would be gone by tonight. And so it was that the night came and I undid some loose bolts in the lock and as he walked down stairs for his bathroom break in the middle of the night I pushed the cage open and flew atop of the fan. This would be my vantage point in driving him away. He walked out of the bathroom and saw my cage empty, he called my bird name as I swooped from the fan and bit him twice more taking off pieces of his finger and spitting them away."For my wife and that horrible music" I said"You-your wife?" he said nervously"Yes you wife stealer, now leave" I said blowing myself up to twice my size, he was clearly freaked out as I then swooped at him once more and he fled as I went back to my cage and went to sleep, I think burglars will be a suitable answer to why her new husband has disappeared. She taught me to say kidnappers that day so I shall continually repeat it. Hopefully he'll be so traumatized that I attacked him that they'll never be able to get an answer from him. But I think he might play along any way. So basically, I'm awesome and crazy wife stealer is not. Enough said.

Journeys End

Tree of branching might
With the cool breeze
It gently sways.

Its nice soft branches
Full of life
As the chattering birds
Sing there beautiful songs
And the breath of the air
Tastes sweet in my mouth
And the muddy ground
Blesses my shoes
As the critters of nature
Run with the Breeze.

The green grass
And blank trees bless the land
As steel fence and human field
Scar it.

In the distance,
A blue tower,
Tall and mighty stands
Stil and strong.

Mud adorns many
Who see outside
As a curse,
Not a blessing
And upon this hill
I can see the full yard.

The cars of today adorn
The cold hard cement.
And the Breeze gracefully blows
And reminds me of nature's beauty.

The beauty of being.
The bottom of this hill
Has me looking up
And I see the beauty
Of us.
Of two children in a playground.
Of two lovers on a swing set.
And as I step upon
Dead leaves, I see
What is.
I see
what isn't.
I see
What should never be.

As not all journeys
End as they begin.
Nor do they end as we stand
Upon cliffs with one way to go.
No, sometimes we are forgetten.
And as I reach my Journey's End
I know that I have already been.