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Dear, well, you know who you are. I have already given you a name and a voice. For a long time, I listened to you each time you told me something claiming it was to protect me. In truth you never protected me, you just wanted me to have a breakdown if someone tried to offer me help with a simple ride to a store. You said not to trust them; they might be trying to use me. You are like the computer from the video game I love. If you don’t understand it or can’t control it then you delete it from my life. I wasn’t aware my life came with a control alt delete option. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I know what I want for myself? For almost 17 years you had me under your well I would say thumb but we both know you don’t have true form other then the voice I created for you.
And using my own character sometimes as the voice of reason is a low blow even for you. I let you handle my life almost like a handler. You kept things from me, you let people’s negative comments about me fill my head leading me to believe that. You made me think that I didn’t deserve anything for a long time. You made me give/throw away money because of whatever twisted idea you came up with. Making me think that I’m not a real writer or my pictures I have taken are crap. I’m done now. Consider yourself unplugged from my life. I’m sure you are thinking that I’m going to come back to you one day. Asking you to take over again. I’m done being your puppet those strings are cut. Just one more thing I have to say to you. Thank you for making me stronger to making me realize that I don’t need you anymore and good luck with the next person you inhabit.
By: The human you used to control.
Your strongest day is standing
just outside your door. Let it in.
Each day the sun comes home to you
it whispers with the wind
calling out your name.
This is no video game.
Life’s a bouquet banquet
made from your reflections.
You do not need directions.
Pick your moments carefully.
Stop and smell the roses,
leave your motor running
for the dangers trust exposes.
Listen to where life comes from
the beating sound of your own drum.
Make the most of music that it brings.
Unraveling all your tangled balls of strings.
With patience Iron out each peace,
holding tight to all you love
with nails and teeth.
Now put your stubby thumbs
through their tiny holster loops
and pull your britches up.
Hitch them high,
and puff out your chest !!
You’ve always been ready for this.
This is not a test.
This is your life.
War between mother and daughter
Queen Brahne of Alexandria shows certifiable behavior
Daughter Garnet is ready to take her down, and out if necessary
It may sound dark, but just part of a final fantasy that is begging to be released.
Mothers and daughters for centuries have been on similar quests,
annihilating each other, so they can both live independently.
Airships lie in wait for instructions, wondering which one will be ousted.
Will the daughter be imprisoned for life?
Will the mother’s sporadic behavior continue?
How far will each go to remain or become the queen?
The red eye of Gaia stays awake, to watch the war between nations.
Kyja and Necron must be defeated in order to begin.
Death and destruction toward the making of the Queen of Alexandria.
First of all a spider falls out of the sky
Landing on your head
Which is not funny because it is a heavy spider!
So you fall down into a potted plant
Wood ticks begin crawling up your arms now.
You have to use your controller to smash them
If you leave even one, you will pay later for it.
You have a choice now. Enter haunted castle
Or enter haunted tree.
Something is screaming “Don’t go into the castle”
It is up to you to decide
Because there are foolers in this game
And if they fool you they steal some of your points
But here is the tricky part. There are helpers too.
There are witches, goblins, ghouls, and gargoyles.
They steal your coins if you are not careful.
You have to eliminate them quickly.
Draculas, devils and other evil demons are
curiously on your side; you have to remember
which ones to kill and which ones are helping you.
Trickier still – as you play the game the goblins and Draculas
can change roles, always keeping you on your toe.
The game is called “Watch your Back” – Good luck!
The Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate.
There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”:
My shift’s almost done and my Siege Tank’s been rebuilt.
I could spend my last hours paralyzed in fright;
But no, got a date with that cute medic tonight.
I took several stim-packs off a dead Marine,
And I’ll take a few jolts if she gives me the green.
So all those Zerg monsters better stay out of sight…
Better not mess with me and my Medic tonight.
We’re all out of minerals, we’re out of Vespene.
We’ve made our last Marauders and our last Viking.
But if Ghosts and Banshees can hit the Zerg just right,
I might still be around for my Medic tonight.
Chorus) Got a date with that blue-eyed young medic tonight.
You know, the one that I’ve had for months in my sights.
If my Siege Tank’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
Got a date with that pretty sweet medic tonight.
Oh! as I begin this journal hardly ...I REMEMBER those Car-Keys
I remember in high-school the first time I placed car keys in the ignition
I remember that I had envision some grand flow
I remember that I didn't even know the first auto I was in was a Volkswagen
And I DON'T KNOW HOW! to drive no stick(shift)
I remember hinkN man-Oh-man where's the automatic(transmission)
I remember I hated cars back then, give me my Ten Speed Schwinn™
I remember the simulator trainers, give me them any day liken a video game then
Even need car keys to start them
I remember failing the physical driving test so I went on a road trip on my 10-speed bicycle
But my favorite memory's yet to come
verrrrooom!!
10/18/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Written for North Omaha Writers group (NOW) class assignment
PUBLIC TRANSPORT NATION
AH..the joys of public transportation
The “T”, the “El”, the “Tube”
short trips through hell
wading through the masses of humanity
clinging to the subways lack of sanity
sleeping men and women – homeless
sprawled upon the benches,
the less fortunate among us – “bums”
redefined as “monetarily deficient”.
“Elderly” – strap clutching hangers-on
ignored by the seated “texters and tweeters”
video game players, and “up-skirters”
inhaling the toxic cocktail of perfumes,
colognes, body lotions, hair sprays,
hair gels, and anti-body odor poisons -
choking on the inhaled culture of diversity
Focused on one spot lest eye contact occur
swaying to the music of too-loud ear buds,
strobe lighted rumble through darkness,
flashes of life, of history, never fully known.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2015
I want to kill my classmates she told me.
You don’t mean that, I said.
She shakes her head up and down. I would love it if they were slaughtered.
I am surprised, she is an innocent looking six-year-old.
You probably are just upset today with someone I suggested.
I am upset with them all, she said. I want them butchered.
Her vocabulary astounds me; she is not your usual first grader.
Let’s just make friends with them, I suggest. Let’s slay them, she replies.
I discover later that she plays violent video games nights and weekends.
Such violence she has heard in these games. Games for much older people.
I am not sure I am old enough to play these games, and I am seventy-one.
Grandma, I have shown you this many times! Says my grandson Bell.
He is teaching me Fortnite. I am not doing well.
Bell tosses his console down and takes mine. I watch fascinated.
The video game prowess of this kid is probably underrated.
Oh, I am the guy? I ask, surprised because I thought I was Demi not Thor.
My grandson gives me that “look” “Is my avatar doing well?” I implore
We go rapidly from Pleasant Park to Neo Titled. My head is spinning.
By the time we reached Salty Springs the other team was winning?
I am a lot better now, and my grandson comes to see what I will buy.
I get packages he needs for pets, emoji’s, things I can supply.
I am usually Demi, and Bel has grown fond of Thanos or Black Hybrid.
We play with whatever team dares play us until we asleep or fall down dead.
Form:
Pinhead Lizard
Ever since he was a young boy
He played with balls of fire
From church halls to Soho brothels
He must have had them all
Aint seen nothing like this pinhead
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and dumber kid
Sure plays a mean ol shtick
He weeps at mother Mary’s feet
Becomes part of the molesting dream
Feeling proud at his insulting whit
This Pinhead lizard
Sure is a wee wee twit
The gods looks down in smite and anger
That deaf, dumb and dumber kid
Sure plays a mean mean shtick
He’s a pinhead lizard
Maybe he’s drunk and very pissed
That pinhead lizard sure has a mean twist
How do you think he justifies
God sure hasn’t got a clue
What makes him an evil lizard?
Should have made him into a shoe
Aint got no education
Can’t bear the voices of reason
Don’t see no lights bulbs in that ones head
Makes no sense, but tosses insults like stale bread
He thought he was the charmer
He’s just a pinhead lizard with no crown
Ever since he was young boy
That lizard never grew up
He defames Jesus and preaches
Are all the lizards this lame?
He has his flip flop slippers
No wonder he always falls
Never failing to de-fame
He’s a pinhead lizard
Maybe he’s drunk and very pissed
That pinhead lizard sure has a mean mean twist
Written Sep 14, 2001 Parody on the song Pinball Wizard and a video game at the time!