Chips!

Here I go, let'n the world in on one of my dirty little secrets again! I loooooooove Chips! I don't think its a coincidence that my favorite vegetable is the Potato...mmmm.

I got chips on the brain

You'll think I am so lame.

When I get a chip attack

My senses go insane!

I like the way they crunch...

Inside my mouth I munch

I eat em for all my meals

breakfast, dinner, lunch!

My hand's inside the bag...

Wear'n it like it's Swag

Lock me in a padded room

Cuz I've gone chip'n mad!

Doritos are my favs...

'cept when eating lays.

luv'n on some Cheetos....

Or corn chips made from maze.

My finger tips are stained...

from the munchies I've just maimed

I am like a predator

My craving can't be tamed!

I'm a writer, not an editor!

I was looking over some my earlier posts and saw that my editing could be a little better. As I started working on one I reolized why I didnt do it well to begin with....cuz I suck at it! I wrote this the next morning.

I'm a writer, not an editor

So Stop! don't ask me why...

My punctuation's always off

And my spelling is awry

I've no regard for syntax

And structure gets no mention

I'm involved in story line...

Grammar can't have attention

I'll worry bout it later

I have words to stack

Plot-lines need be worked out

Centering on fact!

My redraft days are numbered

My patience are the same.

I'll have to pay an editor

And then collect the fame.

My Dog Snores

I wrote this lovely little poem the other night, inspired by a chorus of what could only be described as a land slide. Our cute little pekingese was at it again, she often hates to sleep in an unoccupied room and scares us awake with her sleepy time monster growl.

My dog snores

And it's no lie...

Like garbage trucks

Are driving by

She looks so cozy

As she naps

Yet the noise is like

Thunder claps

Or a chain saw...

That is cutting tree's

Or being chased...

By angry bee's

Or a Gun Salute...

Right by your head

Or listen'n in...

To what lions said

She's the canine

We adore

Our love abounds,

Even when she snores

Talents

I wrote this while I was at church. We had a lesson on talents and I guess I was showing off to my self.

My Talents came down with me

From the presence of the lord

I can not remember them

(Nor, what is my reward)

The scriptures tell me that...

I must grow them or I lose

I just can't remember which...

Talents I should use

Yet...I shouldn't fret.

Cuz our talents are ingrained

Encoded in our spirit

And come out as we train

When they come, Grab hold!

To learn them even better

For they came with us from above

To help us through life's weather

Then at the end of life's trial run

We'll see our talents scored

And learn how we've progressed

For that is our reward!

DRY BONES

I had a nightmare the other night that....didn't scare me, but intrigued me. I dreamt that vampires were not the things of legend, but something much more terrifying. The dream grounded its self in the ritual sacrifices of the druids and other idol worship in a way I had never thought of. Dreams... go figure.

This story came out of the dream. I call it "Dry Bones"

His bones creaked like an old ship at sea. They popped with a grinding of wheat in mill stones. He couldn't speak, but he coughed a dusty hack with every breath he tried to take.

I was to paralyzed to move. Stalled by fear, awe, and curiosity, I'm sure, but it was the panic that held me firmly in my place. I was unbelievably staring at the resurrection of a real live freakin vampire.

Eddy was filming with his smart phone. He was standing the closest and his eyes were glued to the viewfinder as if looking at the real thing would melt his face off.

This was all Jake's Idea to begin with, yet he bolted the second the blood (he was pouring) touched the 'vamp ash'. I'll admit I wasn't expecting any noise, let alone a sucking POP! In his haste to get out of the room, he misjudged his exit and smashed his face into the door jam.

Marley just looked sick. I can't really say why? It could have been from watching the holy freakin undead rise from a blood and ash ooze. It could have been the blood gushing from Jake's unconscious face, or from the grains of ash she ingested per instructed from the "Resurrect your own vampire" user manual the ashes came with.

I held this manual in a grip quite destructive to its thin pages. I'll admit that I read the entire manual last night so that I'd sound cool in front of Marley. Lucky I did, because I remembered the caution at the end. It said "In case of change of heart, set immediate fire to emerging vampire before he is fully animated, thus re-drying the ashes and averting its return to the living". I had this change of heart right then, and fumblingly did this. It was easy...ish, I had already dumped a gallon of gasoline into the claw tub before we placed in the ashes. So... standing there numbly... I lit my Zippo... and dropped it in. I didn't look to see what happened next. I grabbed a mesmerized Eddy, a screaming Marley, and knocked out Jake and left the abandoned house as quickly as possible.

I later learned that the house burned down...