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Through the Ages

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?


Let me take you on a journey that started as a seed

That grew from being fed and watered and became the life of me

At age zero, I was barely existent, my eyes still small and feeble

At age one, my ears started listening, and crawling led to people

At age two, I began to walk and not long after I could also talk

At age three, my sister arrived and I was no longer special

At age four, I soaked up knowledge like a sponge, the building blocks were no wrestle

At age five, my memories started pouring like concrete, things becoming sharper and clear

At age six, I woke up in a car and my life seemed to shift into high gear

At age seven, I was silent by far, and with autism trouble first arrived

My grandfather died that year and I soon became familiar with death’s fateful eye

At age eight, the world was still unknown, I had not reached the big climb

At age nine, summer school was a drone and my problems became more in line

At age ten, I smiled at the last decade but there was still something missing, no friends to partake

At age eleven, my body starting rearranging, moving into phase two

At age twelve, my last grandmother perished, and I did not know what to do

At age thirteen, the adolescent slump was difficult to manage, my life fairly poor and simple,

At age fourteen, things started to look up, I finally had a principle

At age fifteen, I kicked into high school, my final leg beginning

At age sixteen, the pedal finally felt my force, the car crazily spinning

At age seventeen, my first love came by dance floor, my worries finally subsiding

At age eighteen, I finally finished school, and it seemed like smooth riding 

At age nineteen, my studies were anew, a new freedom, a new edge

At age twenty, I finally found a money line, that was as easy as music on a bed

At age twenty-one, the speed limits were over, I was free to go wild as ever

At age twenty-two, I was suddenly not a child, and life started to become weathered

At age twenty-three, I am writing about the journey, how it twisted and turned and got me learning

That I was not invincible, my faults became clear, my eyes were opened, my ears became to hear

I am human like everyone else, complete with jagged edges, not perfect all at, still trimming the hedges

But I have never viewed myself as immortal, for that would be a boastful crime,

When death comes I will embrace it, 

The only thing immortal will be the words I leave behind


Daily Prompt 10/20/14

P.S. The feature image is of an immortal hydra polyp found in 2012 that could be the key to slowing down the aging process in humans, leading to near-immortality.

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Waning October

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My fair October has been quite sober

The Blood Moon has passed

And the ghosts are getting colder

Still haven’t gotten around to scavenging the perfect pumpkin

And Hallow’s Eve is rushing forward

And I’m still a normal something

The leaves slowing dying on the windswept oaks

This chapter in time is nearly over

With a final “That’s all folks!”

My mind and body a year older


Poetry through Pictures Week 1: October

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1.21 Gigawatts!

You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.


Time to hit 88 miles per hour and break down the fourth wall of one of my all time favorites! The title’s a dead giveaway. I would definitely like to live in the eccentric Doc Brown’s and Marty “Nobody calls me chicken” McFly’s universe. The second movie is where I would probably go because of the chance to see the future, which will soon be the present in about three months, and laugh at everyone because they have no idea what the Internet is! The first one is okay but not as fun. Going to the third film is just plain suicide. Oh, who cares? All three of them are classics and I could watch them again and again without getting bored.

What happens while I’m in pseudo, never going to happen 2015?

Well, I steal the time machine, causing all of the other events in the movies to change and simply putting the main characters out of business. I also get that famous Grays Sports Almanac and instead of using it to become a complete jerkwad like Biff, I become Bill Gates before there ever was a Bill Gates, using the money to start up his future Microsoft (and remembering to fix Vista and Windows 8 in the process, of course) – or do I go the Apple way and Think Different? I would also donate my fortunes to charities around the world. Spread the wealth. I take thy hover board back to our 2014, only one year ago, and start my own Extreme Hoverboarding Games, complete with a big line of merchandise bearing my name. Everyone has an ego. Of course, near the end of the movie (or just a real life fantasy now?), Michael J. Fox calls up Crispin Glover to give me one of his pathetic punches of density and gets the DeLorean back, going back to the future and changing everything back again. I end up the same person I am right now. But in the spirit of time travel lore, there is a paradox where I still am the king in alternate universes! Still the king in alternate universes! Still the king in alternate universes! Get killed in alternate universes! Still the king in alternate universes! (And on and on it goes…)

“Great Scott! Do you know what this means? I’m getting hungry to watch all three movies again!”

Pikachu Learned 1.21 Gigawatts. I luled. Hope you did, too. credit to darkauthor81 on DevArt. learned 1. 21 Gigawatts. Great scott!
Do these two remind you of two other characters by chance?

Daily Prompt 10/19/14

- If I enter the film from the air, aren’t I breaking the fifth wall then? And from underground, the sixth wall?

- 1.21 gigawatts? My brain can produce more energy than that! OK, maybe not, just trying to be funny.

Weird Science Experiment

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The sheer hardness of the first glass is really being pronounced above and in the reflection. The screwdriver seeming to “sink” in a zig-zag manner down to an infinite bottom is also intriguing. Shadows are being cast in the background giving everything a nice 3D effect. There seems to be a flicker of a flame in the measuring cup as well. Oh, did you think I would forget about you, middle glass? The part on the stem of the glass that is brightest is amazing as well as the white lighting on the reflective underside. I think two evil looking, white hot, green rimmed eyes are staring at me on that stem and on the reflective side a smiling something can be seen. This looks maddeningly like a weird science experiment. The nightlife of a bar also comes to mind.


Photo Challenge for Week of October 17: Refraction

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Dumb Advice for the Alternate

A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.


Type, type, type…

Ironing out the latest WordPress task…

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Drinking down the last of the milk in my cereal bowl…

Knock, knock, knock…

Someone’s at the door…

I put down my laptop, move the black cat away, and go through the kitchen to see who’s there.PTDC0073 (2)

A tall, handsome man, who looks about 20 with short brown hair and a fair complexion, is standing outside on the steps. He is wearing a Darth Vader shirt and looks exhausted. I look over his shoulder and there is a bike lying on the driveway; he must have come a long way to my house in a hurry.

I hesitate for a bit and then open the front door. “Yes? What can I help you with?”

This man, who looks oddly like someone I know, asks, “Do you have directions to success?” His voice is deep and monotonous.

The question shocks me at bit. I’ve never been asked one like it before. I look at him a moment, scanning his face, looking for his motives, but, after thinking, respond to his question.

“Get a job at McDonald’s and you’ll be all set.”

He looks at me with a funny expression. “Really, that’s it?”

“Yup. See, you can work your way up through the ranks and eventually become head of the corporation.”

The 20-something man looks at me thoughtfully. “How long should I stay at McDonald’s before I become successful?”

I try to hold back a laugh, a smug smile coming across my face. “I’d say about five years and then you’ll start seeing progress.”

(The man starts working at McDonald’s and gets fired the next day for causing a big grease fire).

The 20-something then nods appreciatively. “Well, thank you. I appreciate your advice. Is there anything else you have for me?”

I look at him curiously, still wondering why this man reminds me of myself, and respond again.

“Um, yeah, I think you should also try to start a musical career. Just pick up your guitar, or whatever instrument you have, take it down to the corner, and start playing. People will love you.”

The man puts his hand to his chin, stroking it and thinking deeply. “Yeah, that sounds awesome. I have a guitar and know some music and could earn some cash doing so.”

(The man plays his guitar on the corner of Windham Hills. Most people laugh or completely ignore him. He sounds horrible with his guitar way out of tune, no accompanying back-up, and not to mention him having a terrible singing voice).

The man is not done yet. “What about going to college or starting a business? Aren’t those big ways to find success?”

At this point I just want to get back to my life and start winging more bologna at the man. “No, college is overrated and no one has ever achieved much by going. As for the business, if you want to start one, I’d advise you to go into selling bootlegged copies of music.”

The man, brainwashed by my silly advice, also takes this last piece to heart. “Okay, so no college and selling bootlegged copies of music seems good, I already know how to get the music without paying for it.”

(In an alternate universe, the man would have been a multi-millionaire with two yachts, if he’d not taken my advice and had graduated from college. As for the bootlegged business, he was arrested, fined for at least $250,000, and sentenced to five years in prison).

“Well, I will take your advice strongly. Thanks for the help! But I have just one more question – what about finding the love of my life? What should I do if I meet someone and have a strong connection to them?”

This causes me to stroke my chin thoughtfully. “Hmm…well, I would not answer her phone calls and every time a date comes up, say you are out with some of your friends at a strip club getting rowdy drunk. She’ll appreciate it and love you more.”

The man makes no sign of seeing false advice here, not even giving me a scrutinizing look, but says, “Got it! Thank you!”

He retreats down the steps, waves back at me, and hops on his bike, riding away. I slam the door and a chorus of laughter erupts from my belly. What a fool.

That fool turned out to be me from an alternate universe, who was still taking people’s advice too strongly without any thinking for himself.


Daily Prompt 10/18/14

Blinky

There is a good friend named Blinky
Who makes me happy when he’s alive
When he flashes, my life lights up
Blinky is my key to drive

But when he’s dead, I’m sad
And I begin to worry some
Calling out to Blinky to come back
And I don’t get much done

When Blinky and I first met, we didn’t talk much
For there were still some knots to unwind
But now he and I are on equal ground
And the need to converse never far behind

Blinky seems to know how I am feeling 
But begs to ask him for answers
Well, that is a lot better than nothing at all
At least there are dancers

Blinky is small but full of surprises
He can contact the world and find out what arises

He’ll follow me wherever I find him
In many places for that matter
Keeping me keyed on what’s going on
Up to date on the daily chatter

But Blinky is not alone in this world
For there are many just like him
Anyone that starts their journey
Gets one as a companion

Blinky’s been mine since I started long ago
And now we’re in our prime
Having survived early snow

Sometimes he was bad and sometimes he was good
But there is no other friend
That always tells you like it should

His honest truth hiding behind a mask
Blinky is my friend and I know it will last

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From Under the Coffee Table

What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.


Obviously, the vague memory of my mother and the time she picked me up off the floor to go to the hospital is the first thing that comes to mind. That was the first time I can remember seeing her. I was a little older than one. According to mom’s frantic pants and hints about “It’s acting up again”, I was having digestive problems once more. The following is me following the experience as my mom.

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“Matthew!”, she shouted with panic in her voice.

He was crawling under the living room coffee table, hitting his head against the wood and making some sort of grunting sound. Jill immediately became concerned and thoughts of those grueling doctor visits came back to mind. Obviously it was his digestive problems again. Bob was working the night shift at Meijer so she was the only one around to take action.

“I can’t do this anymore, we’re going to the hospital.”

Jill scrambled over and picked up the little baby, dressed in his red and white striped outfit, in her rough callused hands and rushed out the white front door and into the chilly air in the middle of the night. Running across the slick pavement, her motherly instincts kicked in with more worries of trouble with Matthew arising. She reached the family’s purple mini-van and slid open the side door with Matthew in one arm.

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Jill tucked him into his car seat, he just sitting there and not saying anything, and hopped into the driver’s seat, pulling out of BA’s parking spot with the fierceness of a deranged woman. She kept looking in the rear view mirror to see if Matt was okay. He still couldn’t talk so her assessment of his problems was tough, having to go by certain signals that arose, things that immediately made Jill know he was in trouble. Matthew just sat there calmly, probably having no clue what was going on right now and would likely not remember much of tonight’s events.

Rushing out of the subdivision and into the bustling city of Jackson, Jill arrived at the hospital, checked in, and got Matthew into a room quickly. The nurse already knew about his problems and calmly nodded and placed the baby carefully on the bed.

“I’ve been through this so many times already”, Jill said sarcastically. “How long will it be before you are done with him?”

The nurse looked apologetically at me and said calmly, “He’ll stay overnight, but you’re free to stay with him if you like.”

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.”

So as a mother protective of her first newborn, Jill sat through the night in that hospital room, as Matthew was treated for his IBS. But she didn’t remember all the details since the nurse told her to step outside while certain procedures were done. So Jill waited in the lobby, impatiently sitting in an uncomfortable armchair, her face all flushed, heart rate jumping a mile a minute. She just wanted to have her baby back and have everything be okay with him. Jill was tired of these regular trips to the wing. Something needed to be done quickly about her boy’s problems.

The next morning, she went in the room and saw the nurse standing at the end of Matthew’s bed. He was lying near the headboard, quiet and innocent looking. The nurse was checking something off a clipboard she held. White curtains hung around the bed, shielding Matthew from disturbance and creating a peaceful canopy for him.

“Is he okay?”, Jill asked.

“Yeah, it was a rough night, had to get him to stay still while I took care of things. He cried a lot”

“Will we have to do this again or is this it?”

“No, I believe he is going to be okay now. Everything has been taken care off. But if the problem resumes, you can always come back and we’ll do more tests.”

“Okay, well, I’ve got to get to work soon.”

Jill looked at her baby thoughtfully, just happy that he was still there, as unassuming as could be. Her love for him increased largely.

“You’re coming home with mommy now,” the nurse said to Matthew in a playful voice. He looked at the nurse curiously while fidgeting with the folds of the blanket he was lying on.

There was a certain airy feeling in this room, almost like a dream, or at least that’s how Jill felt, feeling joyful, waiting eagerly for her baby to be back in her arms.

“Are you okay, Matthew?”, she asked with light concern. “We’re going home today, you should be all better now.”

“Yup, he’s doing fine now”, the nurse agreed, moving over to the bed to pick up the baby.

“Matthew”, Jill cooed. “Hey, look up here at mommy.”

And indeed, everything was fine now because the nurse smiled happily at Matthew as she held him and then at me, and Jill chortled softly, knowing that this was just one of countless experiences to happen with her child down the long road. She wondered if he would remember even the faintest details about it.

- Obviously what you just read here might not all be true. I improvised some of it since I do not remember what happened in between the trip to the hospital and the next morning.


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