You Are Barney

You could have been an intellectual leader... Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"Boy, you've go the the shinin!" "Don't you mean shinning?" "Shhh, you wanna get sued."

You can see the death that surrounds its body, the cold black hole of it's heart. There is no emotion, only presence. It gives no quarter and asks for none. No questions, no qualms. Just existence.

You can almost feel is cold, silver white teeth, as they close in. It amoral determination. The feeling of nothing but death and dismemberment. The fear that quivers within you. There is no escape. You feel that your muscles cannot move. Your heart stops, and your brain gives in, gives in to the fear that is beyond comprehension.

It's head comes so close to you that you cannot breath. The breath that you do inhale, is wet and musty, the dank, dark breath of the devil himself. But wait. Not the devil, a creature much more evolved than the devil. A creature that has none of the emotions of revenge and inadequacies. Just existence. Pure existence.

You can feel it's hot clammy breath on your face. The acidic breath of the dragon. The great dragon that has come with it's vengeance. It gives no mercy and expects none. For it's sole purpose is to existence. Anything beyond that is a human weakness. Something that it does not posses. A true predator. A true fear.

When it's mouth comes close to you, you know that the end is near. In a fraction of seconds your life can become nothing. And the fact that it cares not of anything is what makes the fear all that more real. All that more mortal. So you quiver in your heart. Knowing that there is no reasoning, there is no pleading. No pleading for a creature that does not understand such emotions. Does not understand such human weaknesses.

And in the final moments of your life here on this plane, you wonder what is it that allowed such a vile being to exist. What terror is allowed to prey on the weak and innocent.

And you know in the flash of the moment when your crimson life is stained on the purity of its jaws, you wonder . . .

. . . is there a God?



May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I have one inside of me. It's a queen."

Something that truly inspires fear. The creature that your mother told you wasn't under your bed, or in your closet. It was the creature that inspired true fear. And this is not the kind that goes away with age, or adulthood. There is still that primal fear that such a creature creates. The kind that chills to the bone, and devours the brain. Fear that can never be matched or exceeded.

Why?

What is it that this creature inspires so much fear? The pure instinct of procreation and existence. No morals. No fear. No emotions. Just the inevitable need to exist and to populate. There are no needs and wants, just what needs to be done.

No matter the evil of man, there is the uncertainty of emotion and reason. But for these creatures, they have no such handicaps. There is goal is absolute, and the process by which they achieve this is at all costs, even their own lives. There is nothing that will stand in their way. Their queen is to be served at all costs. Her whim is their command. They do what is told of them and ask no questions. She is absolute.

No love, no malice. No hope, no fear. No needs, no wants.

Just existence.

With such life forms, there is no escape. And one day they will come upon us with their unbiased judgement and no soul shall escape. There will be no hope. No escape.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"If they live, you will die."

He crept alone, silently, watching the fog pass in front of him. It seemed to wrap around him, as if the fog itself yearned to be a part of him, to be a symbiotic member. But the mist and fog that surrounded him was nothing. His mind and body were attuned to to the task at hand.

He exuded royal almost monarchical presence. From the long black cape that was tucked tightly around his neck, to the steel tipped boots that covered his feet. He was an amalgam of darkness and fear and light and noble. His presence constituted a awe that no person could avoid. His stature was elegant and macabre, all at the same time. Although there was no indication of his intentions, one would wonder if it were to save or to rape and plunder.

There were no emotion in his eyes. The coal blackness that spewed from his pupils was the presence of evil or determination. One could only wonder.

Would he hold a woman in his arms with the passionate love that seemed to burn in his being? Or would he hold her neck tightly in his hands? Would he hold a child, with the utter tenderness of a loving father, or would he discard it, unwanted and unloved? What kind of man was he? You would almost ask him, but to afraid to hear the power of his words as they exited from his vocal chords and pounded into your brain, echoing in your heart of hearts. He demanded fear, but asked for kindness and forgiveness. Like a killer bent over his victim, begging for his redemption with their last dying breath.

He was a man of the women. They seemed to gravitate to him, the attraction almost futile to resist. What was it that the women found in him, that they felt so comfortable around him, until the moment of realization. The realization that he wasn't what he claimed to be. That he was a much darker soul, and poisoned person, spewing forth the darkness and sulfur that burned what was once his compassion. But there was no compassion anymore. The weakness of his soul had eaten up all that he was until there was nothing left but a husk of hatred and malice.

This is what he was, and what he strived to be. A man of the women. A man that could have it all, and then take it away from her with a twist of his wrist. And the scarlet love that flowed from them to his feet, would be the psychological orgasm that he so desired. To watch the life drain out of their eyes. To watch with his wicked smile, the last moments of their life.

And he would turn, wiping the scarlet love, from his blade and disappear into the night, to do again what he could not stop himself from . . .

. . . loving

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"Your only hope is that when your bullets are all gone that I will not still be standing."

There is a lot of fear in this world. Fear of all kinds, but mostly fear that we harbor in ourselves for many reasons. Fear helps us to deal with things that we don't understand, don't want to understand, or have never experienced. Fears also prevents us from doing things in life that we can't because of such fears. Whether that fear be founded from an actual experience or our perception of what something might be like.

With fear sometimes comes resentment. If we fear something, let say spiders (my personal fear) then I feel resentment for a small little eight-legged creature that put such fear in me that I do irrational things in order to separate myself from the spider. And that frozen, unmovable fear comes from the common fly spider to the gigantic tarantula, to the deadly brown reclouse. My fear is not from a actual experience, in that I have never been dumped in a vat of spiders, or overrun by thousands of tarantulas. It comes from somewhere in my brain, where it tells me to fear the spider.

But there are many other fears that are much worse. The fear of commitment. The fear of displaying one's feelings. The fear of death. All these fears rob us of our ability to enjoy life, if we let them. Yes, we all know that we will one day die. There is no denying that. It is how we accept that fact, that determines how we let the fear of death control us. Granted no one wants to intentionally die. We all want to live. But some have great expectations of what will happen to them at their death. Because of these beliefs and myths about afterlife and reincarnation, they give us a sense of hope that our existence does not end at death. But what if one doesn't have these expectations? What if there is no hope inside of them? Then because of that, they look at death with great fear and anxiety, because they question the validaty of an afterlife.

There is also the fear of God. This is a fear that is described in the Bible as a "healthy fear", and is compared to the relationship of a child and their parents. That a child should have this "healthy fear" of his parents to keep him from doing things that will harm him. But isn't respect much more loving? I don't want my son to fear me in any manner, whether it keeps him out of trouble or not. Because let's face it, he's going to do things that are not right. He might even make some of the same mistakes that I did as a child and teen, and even as an adult. But those things have shaped me into the person that I am, for better or for worse. And so I want to give my son the chance to try new things and develop his personality. Now don't take this in an extreme manner, as I would not let him do things that will intentionally cause him harm or hurt.

There is also the fear of the unknown. Much like the fear that comes from a prejudice or a inability to grasp something, it is different in some ways. Like the fear of alien abductions. Although far-fetched to some people, it is a real concept to many. And many have claimed that they have been abducted, and I would be the first to believe them. Although I doubt greatly that they are anything like the Hollywood version, I do understand that they are fearful. Just imagine what a animal feels like in a cage. Not knowing what is to come. Watching all these strange creatures walking around and huddling around them, poking and prodding and testing. It seems very uneasy, to think that we could be put in the place of a lab rat running through a maze, trying to discover a way out, without realizing that there is no escape. Looking up at these strange creatures conversing in a language that they don't understand, holding strange instruments. That could be very scary. Very scary indeed.

But fear can only control us as much as we let it. If we face our fears (as the good Captain suggested I do) we can find real magic in the process and in the end. With these fears behind us we can push forward with our lives and really grab life my the balls. With a small amount of pressure, life will give up the good things and hold back the bad. And anytime that you feel that those fears are coming back, just squeeze a little bit harder and things will get back on track.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"Thank you Little Washu."