Rocking Chair

“Rocking Chair”
By: L.F.Young
08 June 2009

How is it that I feel nothing
I think, breathe, even eat
still
emptiness is in everything
everywhere!

I no longer care, for my thinning hair
my growing stomach, ailing back

The loving call from my easy chair
sings a lullaby to my brain
so soothing
I’ll need assistance from a crane

To remove the ever-growing feeling
of no-longer caring
substance
that has become me

Living in a world of depression
a bubble of denial
I sink back, a few more levels
reclining my chair
a few more feet

Turning on the TV and drift away

How is it that I feel nothing?

I think, breathe, even eat
still the emptiness is
everything
and has become me.

Random Thoughts

1. I find ladies to be the most alien thing ever created. LOL. Where is the manual when talking to one????

2. I feel the original Volkswagen Bug is far better then the newer one. In my opinion its the perfect car.

3. Yahoo Serious, probably one of my favorite actors. His stuff is the stupidest thing, most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen. Hahahahaha, keep it coming Yahoooooooooooooooo.

4.To say you listen to music then to say you have only listen to one or two types, say’s to me you don’t really know music. The one who listens to all, and can find interest in each type, is a true music listener, learner, lover of music.

5. If you’ve never seen a great “Cheese flick movie” you haven’t lived! Example– Killer Clowns From Outer Space, Evil Dead 1 & 2, Young Einstein” to name a few.

6. Mirrors, what the heck is up with them. Have you ever noticed if you look out the side of your eye, every now and then your image doesn’t follow your movements. STRANGE, BE AFRAID IF YOU HAVE.

7. Have you ever seen those guys who think that their pants hanging below their arss is cool, is it just me, but (not butt, LOL) man I so would love to step on their trailing pants leg.

8. Why do people feel the need to pierce parts of the body that just say OUCH when seen.

9. I have never understood the need to make poetry so abstract, that you need a manual to figure it out, sometimes the simple poem tells the greatest story.

10. Just what was God thinking to let you meet your soul mate, then to throw obstacles like distance, age, or even just wrong timing into the mix? Why not just leave all well enough alone, for the pain sometimes is not worth the knowing.

11. Where have all the great musicals of the golden age of movies gone? Like– Brigadoon, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Singing in the Rain, ect.”

12. I’ve always wondered, that is growing up in Hawaii– Why are there interstate highways on a island?

13. I’ve always wondered after living in Germany. How does the snow plow driver get to work if he doesn’t have the plow at home?

14. Here is an interesting thing to think on. If you have 3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.

15. Here is another thing to make your head hurt from thinking. Cats sleep 16 to 18 hours per day. So if they sleep so much, just what are they doing the other 8 to 6 hours of the day, and if your thinking the same thing as me, lol, your a naughty one too, lol.

16. I found this out the other day, looking up things for a short story of mine. The first known contraceptive was crocodile dung, used by Egyptians in 2000 B.C. It makes you wonder how crocodiles are born, its not like there the cleanest thing in the water.

17. Its said,when you die your hair still grows for a couple of months. I so will be pissed if after I die, I’ll finally have a full head of hair.

18. Here is a thought for all the writers in the group–Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand. Really it is, i looked it up, a friend told me once.

19. Did you know that Women blink nearly twice as much as men. It makes you wonder why, really that’s strange, and I always thought they were giving me the “your cute sign”.

20. I’ve always wondered why men think that they have to pull back from their son’s, saying its now time for you to grow up my boy, then they wonder why their son’s never come home after leaving.

21. Here is something from the medical side of my brain–Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks or it will digest itself. (YUCK!) Why can’t it do the same thing for all the fat sitting on my arss, lol.

22. Here is another fun fact someone told me once for all my writer friends–The dot over the letter “i” is called a tittle. LOL, somebody actually took the time to give that little dot a name.

23.I remember the first time I had to get a suit. The lady who was on her knee’s doing the cut of my pants looked up and with the straightest face I have ever seen, oh and the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Asked “So which side do you hang on” really they ask that question. Well, being only sixteen and having my dad at my side and her hands tugging my pants, well you can guess what happened. Needless to say she figured it out for herself, I’ve never been more horrified, and never have since.

24. Now I feel sorry, I can’t come up with 25 random thoughts… Oh wait.

25. Did you know that the bra was invented by a guy– what was he thinking.

A THANKSGIVING TO REMEMBER

A THANKSGIVING TO REMEMBER

By: L.F.Young

01 Dec 2007

 

Have you ever wondered how your first major holiday after a divorce such as the all in cumbersome turkey day would go? Well take a journey and I’ll give you my most memorable holiday yet.

            It all started on the eave of thanksgiving when I had to work, after getting off that morning, I stopped off at the grocery store picked up my duck and stuffing. As I’ve done for many thanksgivings, a few years ago I tried to be different exciting. I thought why not a duck instead of the traditional.

            Well after I came home max (my overly hyper boxer) and I played out back for and hour or so, then went promptly to bed while the duck thawed. Being the end of a long three day shift I naturally sleep the entire day away. Now that’s how you celebrate a major holiday, in bed asleep. Oh wait it just gets even better.

            So max and I are once again playing in the backyard, it’s now midnight and the duck is one quarter of the way too being the best one yet. Being that it was nearly one in the morning I decided to do something I’ve been putting off for sometime now.

            So I’m nailing my dog’s carpet in his dog house at one in the morning with a very large hammer. In order to get the full picture you have to imaging a fairly large shoulder guy with his upper body in the dog house and the rest of him lying on the back porch concrete floor. Yes you heard it right, nailing carpet in the middle of the night.

            Well this didn’t sit well with my now extremely pissed of dog, I guess he thought I was taking over his territory or something. So max decides to take his aggression out on the backyard and his multiple toys. At some point this wasn’t good enough for him and he decides to take a friendly nibble on my right calve, scaring the holy sh— out of me.

            Doing the only things a strong and virile man as myself could do I screamed and slammed my head on the ceiling. Instantly I new something was wrong when a ungodly pain shot threw my entire skull and a small driblet of blood started trickling down the side of my face.

            Being in the nursing field I instantly surmised that I have punctured my brain and that I was leaking CSF fluid (cerebrospinal fluid). Now I know that I woke up at least one person, what with the screaming a max and the near destruction of my dogs house in all as I tried to make my way to the bathroom mirror.

            I in my hast I left the back door open (you’ll want to remember this point in the story) I told you it gets better, but this is nothing yet. So, after a minute or two in front of the mirror assessing that I only punctured my head a millimeter or two, I did the only thing I could do, I ran for the back yard where max was sitting in the middle of the yard with one of those oh sh—expressions on his face.

            As I flew out the back door (still open) where I commenced in a UFC showdown fashion with my soon to be dead dog. It’s now about two in the morning and I’m sure the duck is half if not three quarters to completion by now, max and I go back and forth him biting me and me biting him and trying to be the first person to make a dog pretzel. After forty five minutes or so of this my adrenalin and Max’s energy was spent so we went inside to have our thanksgiving duck. Which by the way was perfect, so you would think that this would be the end of my story, Nop?

            I go back to work that Friday night with a new wound and a funny little story to tell my coworkers to the enjoyment of all. After another busy three days it’s now Monday morning and I’m ready for a warm fire some wine and a good book to read. Max’s is outside eating his morning meal and I’m just sitting down on my worn in recliner. When out of the corner of my right eye I see something dart past my sofa with a squeak. Yep that’s right a squeak, looking down the back of my sofa with the flashlight I see a long trail of dog food and mouse droppings. YUCK!

            Now max and I who I let in to track down that mouse spend the next two hours tearing the living room apart. After the two hours and no mouse found I decide to clean up all the mess (it should be noted at this time in the story that my vacuum cleaner decided to call it quits on last Saturday, yep that’s right the day after black Friday.). This is of special importance to all the black Friday shopper, they will fill my pain, now back to the story.

            Being the manly guy that I am I refused to go to the store and buy a new one so I used my garage shop vac. If you’ve never used a shop vac they are round with wheels and a long hose to suck with and at the end there’s this little and I mean little brush. It’s now one hour later when the living room floor was completely cleaned and all the furniture was placed back in there original spot.

            Now the fire I started was just a little flame and the wine was accidentally dumped in the sink, I grabbed the only thing left my book and sat in my chair again. When scratch scratch squeak scratch came from the kitchen, max look at me with his stubby little tail wagging a mile a minute, as to say it’s go time little mouse and took off to the kitchen.

           The mouse had made its way behind the refrigerator, oh great now what to do? I pulled the refrigerator out a little and looked behind it to find the mouse now sitting about one foot up and in the little hole that the plumber makes to place the water line in. Attempting to chew his or her way threw the plastic liner in the hope to reach the inner wall and hopeful to freedom.

            After a few minutes of soft cursing and jumping up and down in the kitchen I looked at max and gave him the order to watch the left flank while I grabbed my tiki torch that I had brought in just two weeks earlier. Now with the flashlight in my mouth and the tiki torch held like a spear. I jabbed for the unwanted intruder with great manly skills, and with probably more luck than anything I was able to knock this unwanted holiday visitor off the perch out cold unharmed.

            After a few minutes of arguing with max as to who was going to pick the little fellow up he gave me one of those it’s your house look and walked back to his big blue pillow for a mornings nap.

            Not wanting a reunion on Christmas day I took the little fellow out to the woods in the hill country and let him go with a holiday suggestion to go and visit his relative the next thanksgiving.

            This will go down for me at least as one holiday I will never forget, happy holidays to you and yours and every San Antonio this holiday season.

God wrap me tight

“God wrap me tight”

By: L.F.Young

4 July 2008

 

Late, in the cool night

A scream is heard

from a friend in need

calling for help, praying

hoping, someone-anyone

will let it be known.

 

That fire, has crept inside

consuming all, that it eats

that weeps

raising it’s hand

baring all, to come inside

daring to remove

what it now calls home.

 

One little boy, hears the call

from a friend in need

through kitchen’s fire grease

and sweltering heat.

 

He travels through,

the living flame of Hell’s breath

and breathes, a glimpse of hope

as the way opens

and the trap is set

to, the bedroom of screams.

 

Where, his brother

not in blood, waits…

scared with freight, calling out

with singed lungs, to the night.

 

The door fly’s open

where hope and salvation awaits

in the arms of an angel

saying.

 

‘Hold on to me, my friend

it’s only a small walk

back through, the living flames

of Heaven and Hell’s,

eternal game’.

 

Late in the night

two screams are heard

all, hold their breath

as something, breeches the night.

 

Calling out for help

from anyone in sight

for two little boy’s

have survived

Hell’s, unearthly might.

 

Even though

one little boy, held the other

it was God

who wrapped them tight.

Why are you Late?

“Why are you Late?”

10 Dec 2007

By: L. F. Young

 

“Just having a little fun, with a subject every guy has wondered the answer to and the reason for, nothing serious about this just wanted to have some fun.”

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In the beginning of all things there was God, standing in the darkness of nothing, then he said…let there be light! And with thunderous clap of his mighty hands the universe was born, and in the first three days he created all the worlds in all the universes. Then on the forth day, he came to one small blue world and created life, water and all manner of beasts, to live on the this world.

Then on the fifth day he created man in all his glory with strong body, mind, heart and brain, to live and enjoy this newly created world.

God looked down upon man and was happy.

On the sixth day, he once again looked upon his creation of man, and found him sad and lonely, for he had no one to spend his life with, so he took a rib from man and created woman. 

So they would be a part of each other and could spend their lives together, in happiness. She was created out of love, purity, faithfulness and the gift of life in her womb.

After this was done, God look down upon all he had done and found everything to his liking, so he decided to take a day off and let man and woman have a day to get to know each other.

This was the seventh day.

Upon the morning of the eight day God viewed the earth and saw something wrong, he looked into every thing, creature then man and woman. God saw what was wrong he had forgotten to give woman an internal clock, so on the eight day of the planet known as earth, god created a brain with an internal clock, one that’s only a few days late.

I see now…so this is why women, will forever be an hour or two late, at being ready for there Freak in Date!!!

“When a kiss could KILL!”

27 Jan 2009

 

In the youth of love

children play

in the hope of friendship

children enjoy the day

in the speed of a breathe, a cough, a kiss

children can be taken away.

 

In the form of a fever

sweat comes out to play

in the form of a headache

pain comes out to steal the day

in the form of a stiff neck, coma

death comes to take away.

 

God… send the knowledge

I pray

God… delay, eradicate, even repay.

 

The disease

known as Meningococcal

from ever kissing, another child today!!!

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