What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, we've seen the US Government borrow yet another
700 billion dollars to bail out Wall Street companies
that made bad investments... and a lot of people are
thinking maybe we made a mistake.
I've already talked about one way this 700 billion might
have been better spent. Give it to the people and let
them spend it, thereby making these companies that need
bailed out WORK for their money... which is what
capitalism is SUPPOSED to be all about... but I guess
corporate welfare is what we really stand for.
But, let's look at something else we could have done
done with 700 billion dollars...
In the 1960's, the United States lead the world. Our
technology and research was first class, and NOBODY even
came close to keeping up with us. And one of the main
reasons? Space. President Kennedy promised we would put
a man on the moon in ten years, and even though he was
assasinated shortly thereafter, we STILL did it. And the
research and development that went into th
Our Project2143Our Project7 years ago in Historical More Like This
June 11-Japan begins funding construction of a Space Collony. as a solution to overpopulation in Asia.
June 28-Japan signs the Babylonian Treaty with Hong Kong and the United States,
promising funding to Japan as long as the two would be allowed to collonize the new collony as well.
September 9-An official announcement makes public "Project Eden".
September 15-Russia declares it will beat Japan to creating a working Space Collony. Other Nations soon follow.
September 30- U.S. Demands control of Project Eden. Japan refuses.
U.S. Pulls out of the Project, breaking the treaty.
November 3-Russia takes advantage of the dispute and sneaks spies into Japan to
sabotage Project Eden.
January 9-Eden is launched.
January 10-The first Migration to Eden takes place.
Jauary 12-Eden collapses due to unknown reasons. Japan pins the blame on Russia and demands they pay for the damages. Russia denies any connection to the incident.
The U.S. realigns with Japan and war is declared against Russi
Piano RondeauFrom fingers fleet the music cries,Piano Rondeau5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It laughs and growls and sometimes sighs;
Round and round the medley goes,
To make the soulful tension grow,
Beneath the mask of cold disguise.
Black and white, now without a heart,
And slow to tear the notes apart;
Together wrought the deepest tune
From fingers fleet.
Listen to the last winding dirge!
For evil now at last is purged,
Poco a poco bring the end,
As the final phrase must contend
With other melodies emerged
From fingers fleet.
Poetryrandom wordsPoetry10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the page
speak of broken dreams
and pent-up rage
ink from the pen
burn it all
Am I A Poet Yet?My hair stains the sheets in a tangle.Am I A Poet Yet?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My body lies quiet, an afterthought,
Under stanzas of love marks and sweat;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
My fingers search through your hair,
Trace up the curve of an ear,
Caress a full, swollen petal of a lip,
Trying to find you under the beauty, the covers;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
Soon I'll stare out at the sky and the sea,
And it will only be me, the gulls, and what used to be.
You'll meet different eyes, with a lovelier slant,
Our passion will be a stranger from a foreign land.
You say you'll be back, and I smile and wave,
As if I believed the promises you gave.
Then I'll turn from you quietly, roll over sigh,
A question after this goodbye:
He loved me, he left me,
The story's the same as every other ever wrote,
All I've left is memories, a pen, and a note,
And a question to ask of a page and a thought:
He loved me, he left me on the wind that brought him here.
poetryPainpoetry10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hundreds of children yelling, screaming.
Horrified wails that deafen you.
The fear is tangible,
So thick you can’t breathe,
The shame of a thousand souls.
And then, midst the howling,
A faint cry of hope,
A baby that has not yet fallen.
A child that hasn’t been tainted,
And the evil seems to be gone.
Then a cry from the child.
His voice joins the torment.
Screaming. All hope is gone.
When I hear your lovely laugh,
And gaze in your beautiful eyes,
I long to feel the warmth of your touch,
And light your face with a smile.
I make a joke, you laugh, you smile.
My heart is filled with joy.
The color in your velvet cheeks
Paints my heart with love.
But my heart overflows,
As you laugh and laugh.
My heart breaks, and the love
Runs down my cheeks
Into my trembling hands.
And you laugh.
A smile, a wink,
A giggle, a laugh,
Then you glare me down,
Cut my heart in half.
The tears cannot clean
The cut that you made.
The sorrow can't fill
The hole in my so
.:My Bucket List:.Eat some cake,.:My Bucket List:.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then jump in a lake.
Start a fire,
Then hide in a tire.
Pirate some gold,
Then grow some mold.
Get lost in some fog,
While rolling a log.
Then wear just one boot,
While guarding some loot.
ItaAyu:Intense MomentA simple touch, a silent gaze,ItaAyu:Intense Moment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bright blue eyes meet dark velvet..
The storm outside seems not to exist,
The rain and thunder belong to another universe
All that exists is each other .
And that's all that they need
He moves closer, a faint pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. The long raven bangs framing his face moved as he lowered his head, so that soon he was nose to nose. The woman's eyes widened, the blush on her cheeks darkened. His lips tilted upward into a slight smile, a rare sight indeed but one that filled her with an endless joy. His hand gently stroked up her back, fingers entangling themselves into her navy blue hair, pulling off the white wrapping the held it up so that it tumbled down, falling neatly below her waist. She smiled, placing a hand on his chest and sliding it upward, until her hand was in the raven black mass and she pulled his hair free from its ponytail.
His lips were now a hairs breadth away from hers, his breath pleasant, warm, fanning
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There
AgingWhen I walk on the curbsAging2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of downtown, I can turn my head
and see my reflection
in the glass.
In the windows that stand guard
against the smoke
and the rain
and the winds.
I can see myself,
flickering between panes
as I move down the streets.
I can see myself,
waiting to grow old
and learning how to remember.
Connor: The Stuff of Life3He lay staring up at the wooden cross beams on the ceiling for a long time before he realized that he was not dead. That in fact he was awake. Not quite pain free, though that was a definite improvement. At least his skull was not pounding with strange dreams and delirious thoughts. Indeed, he was clearheaded. Weak but his own man again. He sighed. His chest twinged, the bandages tightening across it. A reminder that his optimism had to be tempered.Connor: The Stuff of Life32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With great care, he turned his head, studying his surroundings. A simple wooden cabin, made of thick logs. A sturdy wooden table with four chairs around it, bare of any dishes at the moment. Shelves with pans and pots. A hearth for cooking. Spartan yet somehow conveying a sense of cosiness. Homey. This place was homey.
So far as he could tell there was no one else present. Not yet. He was alone. The woman whose chatter had penetrated his weary brain was not here. He'd held onto her voice all this time as to a lifeline. Back to sanity. Back
WildYou could never be strangers againWild2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in that void of charged space
between the eyes and the air.
And the other people, who are
less than faces in the crowd.
Maybe it was a true dream of
dark times, always walking,
you are thief protected by gloss
that they could break
if only they knew how.
The lion at the zoo could
jump the fence, the wolves
could dig beneath the glass.
Safety is a mutual ignorance,
and it is something to be reminded
through wilds of the woods,
that she has fangs
and so do you.
One Piece: Ace's FrecklesAce just looked in the mirror at the newly formed freckles on his cheeks. He didn't know why they had appeared but they bugged the hell out of him! He scrubbed his face in the sink like it would help, "Dammit!! I swear I'm gonna scrub you off you bastards!! You-you .SPOTS ON MY FAAAACE!!" He scrubbed even harder, and Luffy turned into the bathroom.One Piece: Ace's Freckles5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Onii-san! I think they're cute! Why would you want to take them off?" Luffy looked up at him with admiration and Ace couldn't help but blush. Then Luffy pulled something that was hidden behind his back, "could I please connect the dots on your face? I bet I could make something cool!" he drew the pen closer to Ace's face but he drew back.
"What?! No! Baka, why would I want doodles on my face? What if it never comes off? What would I do then when I go off to become a pirate? Be Captain Doodle Face?! No one would take me seriously."
"Awww, but Onii-san I would take you seriously, and if for some reason it doesn't co
Lean Over The RailA wood and steel bench on a pierLean Over The Rail2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the tourists have no reason
to go (that makes it home, that
makes it mine). It is chained to
the boards with seafoam rust
as if someone expects it to collapse
in the wind-
or to somehow preserve
all those pale carved hearts.
Like the one on the underside
of its leg, kept out of
sight (someone bent over
for this, someone wanted
this secret and forever).
(A tattoo, kept
from the family).
I can't read it anymore,
I can only touch it with
the top of my hand
and wonder if the ocean I'm
watching extends past
Getting HurtI've never feltGetting Hurt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much hurt before
Than I do right now
My hearts been
Broken so many times
That I'm scared of letting anyone in
The tears have fallen
Too many times
For me to count
I want to be able
To give my heart to someone
And not be scared of getting hurt
Because getting hurt
Seems like the only
Thing in my life
I want the tears to stop
I want to be loved
And to be told you're beautiful
I Woke Up Like HeliumI woke up like helium,I Woke Up Like Helium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all teeth and nails
and sunshine. Breath
that could move the waves, eyes
all over the crowd
looking for one to
Searching for that person who
is an island-
skin like sand
fists like rocks
palms like palms,
Maybe they will get good, maybe
they will get
You need a place to stand
that will move the earth.
You need to
lay down like an animal,
the other pretty things on the shores,
wait until you are pretty too.
Connor: The Stuff of Life2"You know," a voice drawled behind him. "I really hate it when someone kicks a man down."Connor: The Stuff of Life22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of a cocking pistol startled him. He jumped with an angry yelp. Turning around he glared at the intruder. A woman with a rather cold smile on her face. The barrel of her pistol was levelled at his forehead. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his fired brain he acknowledged that she must be a very good shot.
"Why don't you take your sorry rear end out of here while I am still in a generous mood?" she suggested sweetly, raising another pistol to point at his chest. She raised her eyebrows. "Well? What do you think?"
He opened his mouth to answer and then just shook his head like a stubborn mule. She sighed and fired off near his left boot.
"Scoot," she ordered while he shrieked, red faced, that the game was not fair. "I am not playing." She gestured with her other gun. "The next bullet will open a hole in your head so big that I will see your brain drizzling out." There was an undercurrent
StormsStormsStorms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All around me
I fall to my knees
And cry out
I call for You to come
And save me
As the Lighting flashes
As the Thunder crashes
You walk towards me
As the Rain falls
You take me into Your arms
You dry the tears
That falls down my face
And mixes into the Rain
You hold me as I shake
From the fear of the Thunder
You carry me as my strength leaves me
From the fear of the Lighting
Even though the storm continues
You carry me
You give me peace
As I know You will always be there
You will give me strength
To stand against the Lighting
You will give me the courage
To stand up to the Thunder
You will give me peace
To dry my tears from the Rain
Only NaturalSome would call this evil, but I find it entirely human to discover yourself alone with a stranger in theOnly Natural2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
supermarket isle and ponder how easy it would be to grab that glass jar of peanut butter with the blue
twist-off lid two shelves above you and mash their brains into jelly; only a psychopath would consider scraping up the resulting slurry with a saltine cracker as a souvenir.
An interesting case for the criminal justice department and the more visceral section
of the sociology department. Is it human to have such a fascination for the live feed snuff films that you seek
them out, that you search for their producers so you can interview and hold them? Is it human for couples to
play out roleplays, to wait for the kids to fall asleep, to tie her to the bed, to give him a knife? Is it evil
to search for violence, for war; or is this just all an aspect of humanity? Are you proud that she said she was 18,
are you proud that he left his country to rot, are you proud to be human? I am. Ev
Butterfly/RavenSo we are sitting on one of thoseButterfly/Raven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
uncomfortably tight bus stop benches
and we've just met,
but she's rather pretty
with her artificially dark hair
and naturally dark eyes.
I tell her a story about my past
and a joke about drugs
and she's laughing-
she says: you sound like you want
my boyfriend says he would never
wouldn't you want a girl
And I say no, I would rather
have a butterfly's proboscus
that I could unravel and slide down your throat
in order to better taste your nectar.
The little bench is suddenly too uncomfortable
for her and my laughing
probably doesn't help either.
The KeeperI am the keeper of a doorThe Keeper3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it will open only for
the chosen ones, who are full of grace
Behind it, so I am told
Infinite hapiness does unfold
So nobody returns from that place
I myself have never seen past
The door I will guard until last
This is my purpose, this is my fate
The door's always closed for me
When I reach for it, it warps, you see
So since the dawn of time I wait
For the door to open a bit
Enough for me to see past it
So I get a hint of what's behind
But it'll only open, it's true,
For me when the last one has gone through
And when my eyes have become blind
Connor: the Angry Chef“Stephane, what is wrong? Where is Sam Adams?”Connor: the Angry Chef2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Frenchman turned around angrily. He had been going through his boxes, overturning some and upending others as if looking for something. His gestures had gotten more and more jerky, his muttering more furious.
“Who cares?” he snarled, throwing his arms in the air. “I’ve been robbed!”
Without any more ado, Stephane snatched his meat cleaver from the wooden block by the fire place and charged past Connor, swearing sulfurously in French under his breath as he pushed past. The young Assassin sighed tiredly. In the short time he’d known the man he had never seen him this furious. No, this was beyond fury. This was outright rage when a man abandoned his sanity and any sort of sense of right and wrong. Stephane had been outraged once too often. Now there was hate mingled with the hurt and anger in his soul. He twirled his cleaver with a certain professional panache when Connor followed him out of
We Can Make Reams From The TreesIt isWe Can Make Reams From The Trees2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This