The Kid's Tale (working title)

Kid starts sprinting, like there's no time left. Maybe there isn't. Hard to tell if he's running toward a dream, or running from a nightmare.
Aww, but that ain't the beginning. Every tale's gotta start somewhere, and for the Kid, this story goes a little further back.
I remember the first time I met the Kid. Came in from the East. Clothes a mess, hadn't washed in days, smelling like the gutters. Could tell he hadn't eaten or slept in a spell either. I take him in without a word, give him some hot dinner, not too much. Haven't said a thing, and he passes out on the table. Poor Kid, doesn't even look old enough to shave, let alone carry that sword around. I carry him to bed, real gentle like. Looks like a boy, snores like a werewolf.
I rummage through his rucksack, looking for something about him, a name at least. Find a picture, real nice one too. There's the Kid with I dunno, a ma and pa, looking real happy, smiles as wide as the horizon. Kid's holding some girl's hand, real looker she is. Got a dog too. Don't see too many of those around here, not in these times anyways. Lighthouse in the background, gotta figure it was taken in Windsdale. I hope not for the Kid's sake, it's not an easy walk from there. Two hundred miles over a mountain pass. Kid's gotta purpose, ain't no one doubting that. Question is: what's the Kid doing here?

End. This is the first part of the first chapter. Really like where it's going. Gotta lotta kinks to work out, but this isn't bad coming off the top of my head. Fitting into the narrator style pretty well, I'll keep it for now.

Any thoughts or opinions, please let me know!

The Progress of the Airwaves

Was thinking about writing a blog today. Then I remembered it's a double experience weekend on Call of Duty. Maybe Monday blog.

Epic Title

Kid's heartbroken, that's for damn sure. Anyone can see the tear stains under those eyes of his. Love's a fickle thing, I say. But he already knew.

So what are you gonna do now Kid?

The look on his face, it says it all. Kid's got no idea for the first time.

Must be tough, growing up alone. I did it too, but times were easier then. Before the Great War, and the Rift. Folks were kinder back then, had a little more generosity in their hearts.

But none of that don't matter, not now anyways. Go to the Wall, honor the dead all you want, but the past is gone.

He knew this already, the Kid. Always figured him to he smarter than he looked.  Not that it'd be hard, mind you. Aw, I'm just kidding. Kid's not a bad looker. Always wondered why he wanted to settle down with an old belle like that. But, business is business, and there's nothing more to be said about it.

So I ask the Kid, what now? Kid seems a little more ready to answer it this time.

But what do you know, he just gets up and walks away. He's heading to the forest. Kid's never been there. Always was scared of the darkness behing those mean old trees. I'd be a liar and a fool if I said I wasn't a bit scared too. I've seen the inside of that dark place. Trees will make you lose your mind.

I ask the Kid what he's doing. Without even turning, Kid just shrugs his shoulders and keeps walking.

The Kid was always the silent type. Don't blame him. Seen a lot of bad things. Wouldn't wanna talk about it either. Nowadays, too many folks talking, not enough listening.

-END-

This has been heavily inspired from the game Bastion. Anyone who's played that game will know exactly what I mean. Thinking about doing more with it. Joe, hope you liked the title.

-CS

The Path Less Traveled.

Disclaimer: if you're a religious stickler with high blood pressure, you may want to leave. Now. If you find yourself wanting to argue with me about this, don't. I normally welcome debate about my views on any topic, but not on this one. No, instead, if you don't like what I have to say, or how I see, think, feel, exist, please disappear from this page.

We're going to talk about my faith today. First off, let me tell a story. And by story, I mean a declaration. Here we go:

Atheist. I am one.

WHAT?!? YOU KRAZY DAWG!!

No, I am not crazy bro. You're crazy if you think I'm crazy for being an atheist. And this brings me to my first point.

Atheists are not crazy. Stop labelling us as such. We are everyday people. Your Tommys and Jamies, your teachers and dentists. The only reason why we are given the label of crazy is because when an atheist makes a mistake, his (I use 'his' loosely, referring to both genders) lack of a religion is always skylighted.

Typical scenario: "Oh he was always a bad kid, doing naughty things all the time. He should have spent more time in church instead of with those weird kids."

Church wouldn't have saved him. He made his own choices. Perhaps they may have been influenced by others, but the choice, ultimately, was his. That's one of the most important things I've learned from my new belief. Fate shall not control us, gods cannot confine us, society cannot stop us. We are our own masters, free to do as we damn please.

Now, to be fair, atheism isn't a free ticket to do whatever we please. It just gives us the freedom to make decisions without fear of a higher being, or an eternal damnation to some lava pit.

(P.S.: Fun fact, Hitler was a Christian)
Next point: we don't dislike your faith, we dislike your religion.

One of the reasons I don't like being aroung the religious is because they always feel intimidated. I don't conform to your regimented ways, therefore I don't belong. You act as if you're a blood cell, and we are bacteria. Your brain goes into subconcious actions and you act in a myriad of ways. Here's a few I've noticed.

You try to convert us. "OMG HE'S NOT THE SAME! WE MUST MAKE HIM ONE OF US! ONEOFUSONEOFUSONEOFUSONEOFUS!!!" Begin the cult hive mind brainwashing techniques. First off, don't try to convert me. More than likely, you don't really even know me very well, so why would you try to change one of my most personal, rudimentary business? Dear religious people, I will never try to convert you. I will defend my views all day, but your views are safe from me. I am a peaceful being when it comes to personal choice. Do me the same justice.

You outcast us. "OMG HE'S NOT THE SAME! HE'S OBVIOUSLY A LESSER BEING!!!" Nope. Definitely not a lesser being. I like to think I'm quite intelligent. I have a good head on my shoulders, and I have enough common sense to think that some magical kingdom in the skies sounds a bit outlandish. Know what does make sense to me? Equality. That golden rule, about treating others the way you wanted to be treated? They should make a book with just that one sentence. It would make more sense to me then all of your holy scriptures. And wasn't Jesus big on helping the little guy out? In most religious encounters, I find myself in the position of the little guy, yet my offenders are "followers" of the supposed messiah. Oh snap dawg, did Tyler just call out a bunch of Christians for being hypocrites? Why yes, yes I did.

At this point, I'm sure some of you are mad. Or bored. It's ok, things are about to get a bit more personal, so you know where I stand on all of this.

My beliefs:
Evolutionism. I'd like to think we ascended from monkeys, then descended from angels.
Big bang theory. Yes. Makes a lot more sense to me than some big guy in the sky going "TA-DA! Check it out, I made stars and stuff!"

That's pretty much it. Look at how simple that is! No need to explain it, science has already done the work for me! Yes science. Beautiful, tasty science.

To be fair, science is kind of a killjoy. I wih we could live in a magical land where dragons flew around and we could all rescue princesses from castles, and our oil crisis could be solved with a dragon ball. Science and reality took those dreams from us. However, science was like, "Sorry about that bro, we're gonna make it up to you. Here, I give you an XBox 360."

SCIENCE GAVE ME BACK MY CHILDHOOD DREAMS!!! Sounds like a good enough reason to appreciate what the human mind is capable of. What's this? The big bang theory? Sounds interesting, let's give it a whirl!

Mind=blown. So much sense has just been made to me. I have so many questions, but they can all be answered with facts, and not personal opinions. I like this method.

Sure science has been known to screw us. Tools of war, ways to kill fellow man, industrialization, loss of our animalistic backgrounds. A-bomb? Bad, bad move science. You get a solid thumbs down.

I'm only going to throw one attack on religion. Crusades. I think that makes a fair enough point.

I am a nice person. When I meet people, I do it with a smile on my face and an outstretched hand. Am I judgmental? Yes. It's what I do. But regardless on my personal opinion of you, I will try to help you if you need it. I didn't need a book to teach me that. I didn't need the promise of a heaven, or the the threat of a hell to teach me that. I didn't need society to teach me that. I do it for my own personal reward. I enjoy seeing people smile. I enjoy the fact that when I'm old and on my deathbed, my memories will be enough to make up for my choice to not follow a religion. I will die with my head held high, knowing I did my best to enjoy life. I will look at my grandchildren, and know that I'm already in heaven. I will partake in the feast of my life, my cup will have overflowed, and then I will leave the table, and leave my seat for someone deserving of it.

Religious people don't understand this for some reason. They refuse to see my happiness with the ordinary, without attributing it to some higher being. Sunrises are beautiful. God didn't make that sunrise beautiful. It's beautiful because I make it seem beautiful. I have control over what you call miracles. A miracle, in my eyes, isn't necessarily a gift. It's a portrayed vision of the astounding. When my first child is born, I will see it as a miracle. Because I want it to be a miracle. I will feel no need to thank anyone. I will, because I am nice, but it will because I want to, not because I feel like I need to.

Let's wrap this up. There will be more to this at some point, I'm sure. But for now, I feel this horse has been beat enough. I leave you with this:

I choose my own path. Who I want to be, what I want to do, where I want to be. I am my own master. I was created to exist, but I exist to create. I am free from rules, and I live by my own code. I am an atheist. And I am happy.

Reflections

Tomorrow, I stand duty. Again.
This is the second time within a week. Not that I'm complaining (although it does suck), but I can't help but notice that this trend of increasing duty is relevant with the decreasing amount of time I have in active service.
August fifth. By my count, 161 days from now. I have a five year active contract. That's 1827 days (including the two leap years). 161 days doesn't seem like much.
As much as I tend to resent the service from time to time, I will be holding onto each and every one of these days as best as I can. I have a monumental change ahead of me, and I'm not ready. Spiritually, absolutely yes. In any other aspect? Not so much.
Yes, I've gotten accepted into the college I want to go to. That's one piece of the puzzle. But there's still so much more to take care of. I have to get my G.I. Bill rolling, I have to file my disability claims, I have to buy my apartment, buy furniture for said apartment, and move in within a matter of a couple of days after I get out ( I'm not a fan of living in other peoples' houses). The to do list I have is large, and the tasks seem overwhelming at times. But, because I know what I have to do, and because I despise failing with every fiber of my being, all of these tasks will be completed, and with flying colors. The day I leave the Pendleton gates, I will be looking right into my future, and smiling.
But let's take a look at the past five years. What's happened, and how I've changed because of it.

Boot camp. One of the best times of my life. Sure, it was hard. Sure, I hated it at times. But I don't remember laughing as much as I did then. Let's face it, drill instructors are comedy gold. And I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. November 2nd, 2007. The day I graduated a Marine. A day I will never forget. I will also never forget: my drill instructors, the first time I fired my rifle, the sickly sweet smell of the swamps, the sand fleas, the final hike from the crucible, marching across the deck with the series guidon, so on and so forth. These memories will go with me to the grave.

SOI. Ugh, one of the worst times of my career. Camp Geiger sucked, my instructors sucked (minus SGT. Osbourne), Jacksonville sucked, the field sucked, you get the picture. I was glad to be out of there.

BSG. Without a doubt, the easiest time of my career. Wake up, PT, do a couple working parties, libo until the next day. Lather, rinse, repeat as necessary. Once I finally picked up in a training class, I enjoyed my training. I learned a lot of good knowledge, shot  some different guns, got in really good shape, you name it. BSG was a good time, without a doubt.

Bangor. I'm still undecided about this two year span. The job was easy, yet excruciatingly boring and tedious. As for the people, I either loved them or hated them. This was also the time in my life where I distanced myself from my family. Bad move, Jack, but a kid's gotta learn the important stuff his own way, I suppose. I was excited to leave the place, but looking back on it, I miss it.

California (pre deployment timeframe). Wow, what a letdown. I came to 1/1 expecting to deploy to Afghanistan within a couple months. Nervous? Yeah. Excited? Definitely. I was finally going to do what I signed up to do, be an infantryman, and go fight for my country. All was as it should be. Until, they decide, no let's not go to Afghanistan, let's go on a cruise. But better yet, let's keep training like we're going to Afghanistan, and keep you all miserable for no apparent reason. Constant, useless training. I began to resent the command. If it wasn't for a few good friends, I would have lost my mind a long time ago. All I could I think of was getting this deloyment done with and moving on to the civilian world. Just when I thought it couldn't get much worse...

...deplyment. I have more mixed feelings about this then anything else I know of. On one hand, ship life was easy. On the other hand, it made me lose my mind. Being cooped up with nowhere to go, nothing to do, does not fit with my personality. I eventually withdrew from everyone, and in essence stopped talking to people. I wasn't depressed, I just wanted to get away from ship life. Land life wasn't bad. We did some awesome training, saw some really cool places (Australia!), and all in all, it was a pretty good time. Nonetheless, pulling back into San Diego was one of the most relieveing feelings in the world.

California (part two). This is where your beloved author finds himself now. Came back, broke my ankle, therefore keeping me in the line companies to do more grunt work until I get out. It's not bad, now that I have something to look forward to. The new guys we're getting are exceptionally stupid, all my old friends are gone to better pastures, and I'm still here, typing up blogs trying to keep my sanity in check. I will say that I have completely dropped pack. My infantry knowledge is draining by the day. Some look down on this, but my brain can only hold so many facets of information at once. I don't have time to be worrying about how to conduct a platoon raid when I'm trying to map out my immediate and long-term future. Stick me on duty all you want, you can't stop time.

So when I think about it, my departure will be bittersweet. Do I regret joining the military? No. I will never again be able to do some of the things I've done in these last five years. Am I disappointed with my experience? Slightly. I still wish I could have seen combat, if only briefly. But, I did the best with the hand that was dealt to me, and I have no doubts that I've become a better person because of it. Besides, I got to meet Katy Perry, and I'm in her music video. That's almost worth five years of police call and field day in my book. As for the future, I'm anxious, but I'm excited. For once, I'm going to be in charge of my actions almost to 100%, and I'll be completely free, within reason. Now that is something worth drinking for. Too bad I have duty tomorrow.

Charlie's Tale

With no frown on my face I throw my hands up in the air
All caution to the wind, I throw away my cares
My despair is fading further away
I'm quite aware I don't have to stay
Anywhere that I don't want to go
Any place that I don't want to be

So sit back on your ninth cloud
Open your lungs and let out loud
I am here and I am proud
Of who I was then
And who I am now

Meet me in Eden and I'll take you in my arms
Through the times of love and peace before any harms

Could befall us
Hear the angels call us
With a gentle whisper that pleasantly rings
That reminds us of the songs that we still sing
From when we were still young,
Half kid
Half king
Or half queens if that's how you see it
Whatever you want to be,
Be it

A wise man once said to me,
"If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to,
Do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it."

So let's cut a slice of this proverbial pie
Jump from our clouds and descend from the sky
Let's share it with the rest of the world around us
And the desperate people that to this day surround us

Tell them to smile and continue to sing
Arm themselves with their favorite things
Give them to the needy and see the joys they bring
For the love that we give can't be measured or seen
And all that outnumbers it is the love we've received
In exchange for a kind heart or a helping hand
Or just a bit of space in this wonderful land

So give me your heart and count to three
Start to fall
Spread your wings
Close your eyes
And breathe into me

END


Writer's block has successfully been kicked in the teeth. This came to me out of nowhere during a Call of Duty game and I just ran with it. It's rough, but I like it. Oh, and that's a total Willy Wonka reference up there. That's why I changed the name. It started off as Angels, but then I started thinking about the movie, and came up with the idea for Charlie Bucket. A child wise beyond his years, having fought through battles of poverty and disease, he maintains a shield of innocence and naievety. Hence, Charlie's Tale. So naturally, here comes the disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, or Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. All respective rights belong to Roald Dahl, and designated personnel. Blah blah blah. Which, by the way, the original movie, while less accurate and true to the novel, is far better. Screw Johnny Depp. Gene Wilder for the win.

A Smorgasbord of Nostalgia

So, I was trying to find some old poems of mine in an attempt to draft some insporation. Little did I know, my Myspace still had some old blueprints. Yes, Myspace of all places. Well, thirty minutes later, I still have no inspiration, so here the old bones, resurrected after years of collecting dust.

GIFT
Oh angels on white wings, may you take your flight
Protect this good soul who wanders tonight
Show her that love can still be found
Show her that life is still unbound
Make her a fire
Ensure that it’s bright
Fill it with warmth
To guide her soul right
For she hopes someday she will find
Love
Happiness
Hearts
That are kind
Oh angels will you bring her back to me
So I can show her how it used to be
And give her hope
And help her cope
And hold onto her old frayed rope
Give her an undoubtable reason to live
For I have a gift to whom I should give
I give her my heart in her time of need
I give her my soul so she can believe
In a time and a place where the pain goes away
Where the corruption is gone and the purity stays
Oh angels on high grant me this wish
So she may live on in eternal bliss

I wrote GIFT for a friend who was going through some rough times. She still has it to this day, and now I'm sharing it with all of you to look upon in your dire times.



UNTITLED


Make me…
Beautiful
Forever
Corrupted
Never
Make me something I am not
So all the past may be forgot
Make me deaf and make me blind
Make my mirrors all unwind
I told someone I loved them once so very long ago
She took my heart and took my life and now I'll never know
And when she stepped outside the door surprised was she to see
That another lonely soul was looking back to comfort me
He said make sure you stand up tall and hold your head up high
For as long as its still beating then your heart will never die
So look back in the mirror and tell me what you see
"I see myself and no one else
Are you whats left of me?"
I turn for answers but he was gone
The door was open wide
I crawled back in my hole of black
And let out many sighs
But sun broke through the darkness
Hands outstretched towards me
This place isnt real
Nor is what you feel
Don't trust what your eyes see
But if I cant trust myself alone then what am I to do?
Youll find a way
And see some day
Whats left inside of you
So look back in the mirror and look in for quite a while
Remember your face
Remember your grace
Remember how to smile
So I walked outside the door and found myself a brand new world
Where all is green
And nothing's mean
Where I've never been before
Make me…
Peace


I remember writing this one. I was going through a pretty rough time myself, needless to say. The poem makes it obvious. But, I like happy endings. And like this poem, my life is getting better all the time. Suck it haters.



THE DREAM

Flying...
Falling...
Dying...
Crawling...
You may cry and you may scream...
This is your life, you are your dream...
You make your tale, you scream it loud...
Your thoughts are lost within a crowd...
Without a heart, without a care...
Maybe a dream or just a nightmare...
Will you wake up,
Alone...
Worn...
Scared...
Torn...
Do you dream of your first breath...
Or do you dream of your death...
Will someone wake you or will you wake yourself...
Will you cry for love, or will you cry for help...
For life is never as easy as it seems...
That's why I spend my life within my dreams...
So if you see me passed out on the ground...
Leave me alone and turn around...
You may think helping me is the right thing to do...
But I'd rather have my dream than have you...


For a while, I was obsessed with the of life versus dreams. I made a couple poems regarding the subject, and they turned out pretty well. It allowed me to be more creative with the subject and be less rigid in regards to the structuring. I've noticed I have a tendency to make breaks in my poems with one word lines. I need to break away from that.


Awake

Running through the fields without a single thought to spare
The clouds are pointing weapons and I'm running out of air
I look beyond the cliff and set my ears on golden sea
I turn around and take a glance of what's become of me
I push real loud begin to sway and gently fall to sky
The angels all start laughing as I start to ponder why
I listen to their tears and it's a place I used to know
Where the supper never changes and the lightning never blows
I close my brain begin to sing when does it ever cease
I let go of my sanity as it finds it's new release
I fall to shiny pieces yet the puzzle never stays
But it's not done it's just begun says oyster from the maze
The rainbow must end somewhere and you'll find your pot of mold
But I say wait a decade for I like it in the cold
He says I see you don't remember it for nothing is as seems
You're in your bed you're in your head you're living in you're dream...

Amnesty period. I stole the syllable counts from Shinedown's interlude, "The Dream." I just reworded it to make it more surreal. Not sure if I accomplished it. This is one of my oldest poems. Definitely not my proudest work, but the last two lines are my favorite of anything I've ever written.

Alright, there you go. A little something for you to digest, while I still look for a new creative muse. ETA of said muse: unknown. I'm trying to get a short story started (alliteration, anyone?), but so far, no dice.