Grade A Papers Added.

So i'm starting some college classes here pretty soon, so I may end up posting verious writing assigments on here as well as my usual rushed quirky strange obsurd usuals.  Just a heads up if stuff starts to look more grammatically structured and polished, its probably an assigment.
hopefully i'll be posting more on here in the near future, I kind of neglect the blog for nearly a week, and keep it alive by posting something.  Good night readers, whoever you are.

The Cynical Optimists Ballad

These are the days when one feels most lost, when the world is pressing down, and they just won't let go
and it is within these days of trial that no one really knows what to say, so we all go about our business in our usual way
Distracted by entertainment, and by constraining possibilities, but force feeding lies, and slathering up our pores in disgusting mineral waters
We are but the small insects on the face of the universe, and our inconsequential worth is never tested, only assumed by the authorities
I do not pretend to have an answer, nor do I truly pose any questions, I only survive on the hope that we can survive
the truth won't set us free, and lies are not the key, but this isn't a prison, this is a comfortable bed we've refused to get away from
Silently we lay our heads on our pillows and force ourselves into dreams of the most ridiculous natures, and nothing can stop us, if it keeps us free from worry and damnation
The preacher man can stand on his hands, and spout off tribulation, but nothing of the sort will come to pass, without first he being the one who brought it on
The false prophets of psychic probability are no fortune tellers, only gamblers of history, gamblers of world affair, they read the cards, and saw the tells, and made an educated guess on the route that even the most uneducated citizen could have made, and yet we all applaud these liars for it
Grim times indeed and many things to falsify, but I will not falsify my claim
I'm walled up, bricked down, and battered out cold on the other side, you can't get in and i can't get up, and we'll both rot in our filth because we didn't take the time to just say hello
Alone and bewildered the men of passion truly are, broken inside their own minds, there cage of torture that no one wants to set fit in, but behind all that shrubbery, there's a nest of flowers
A place resides in most of us, and definitely not all, for blackened hearts are plentiful in this land of terror and joy.
So sing your songs, and dance your dance, and go on and write what you will, because no matter how dark tomorrow is, you have today
So bring it on, the worlds still full of possibillity, i refuse to let second grade educated prophets tell me whats to be, explosions galore or heavens of hell, and I'm still trying to drink from the half full glass, even if its a quarter empty
Ill seek the truths in my own right, as if i'll live forever, and i'll hope for better tomorrows during better todays, so bombard me with terrible information, slam my head into tragedies,
We can always stand up straight amonst the thickets, and hold up a rose, for even sunshine casts shadows, but you only step once or twice to be warm again
I'm no scholar, no truth poet, no grand wizard of knowledge, but I am a human being, and i'll be happy till im not, and ill live till im not, and ill be till im not, and ill love till i rot, and that's the damndest truth of the whole wide universe from here to you, and back to the far reaches of the moon
smile today, cry tomorrow maybe, but don't think on that, smile, smile, smile.

Beauty for Beyond Times

The fresh smell of beauty sinks into my senses.  I am enlightened, floating on air.  The aroma that fullfills me also consumes me, poisons me, I can't let go.  In this instance I am nothing else but the final result of your last victory.  This beauty it will be the death of me, but I don't mind at all.  In the last moments of the wonderful life that was pitted with trial I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the justice done to the liberators and their friends.  They have recieved their due rewards and I am glad.  Sometimes when I fall asleep I see the world through the eyes of innocence, a black and white shade upon everything, in that vision I am color blind, and everything makes so much more sense.  But when I awaken without the dim shroud a multi-colored facet of acts blasts my vision, and my thoughts.  The ones that I process a mingled and folded together, I can't slumber here, I can't see the innocence, however there is something else that soothes me, joy, love, beauty, not of only the physical design but something within, something innate.  That in there, in that spacious room inside the soul, beauty resides, and I am happy, I am content, I am whole.  Life may be fading, or writhing in pain, but give me the soft touch of beauty's hand, and I can be calmed enough to have visions of another alternate world, where pain does not exist, but when beauy cannot get to me, I have the touch memory of everything, of all the good, so that if i should pass on from this plane to the next, I can do so with visions of you, of her, of him, of everything, and then I can smile, I can cry the tears of joyous relief, joyous relief that swells upon me, and all about me, like a heavy wind pushing on the rain.  And I am whole, I am real, I am alive, until im not.  But in that not, why should I worry, for I am not at all.

Ghosts and Ghouls

(this sounds a little emo, not intentional, but what the hell)

Now move on little men
Move on from the show
You cast your shadows on the stage
and the star can't see through the light
Grin now little men
Lick your lollipops
Drink your sores
you prancing dancing men
on the stage half naked
disease and everything else coarse and in your loins
Now move on little men
The shows about to being
The ladies wanted reality
Now show them what they already know
your bitterness like sap clinging to a dying tree
A Tasty treat for zombified specimens
Now move on little men
turn off the tv
Welcome back to life my friends
this will only hurt a moment.