Scab

 By Conrad Pierce

Bloody brains, spilling pains floor.
Store bought shirts, squirts in the rug.
Wound- skin peeling covers sealing.
Remains feeling, patterns stealing.
Leaks grilling, burnt and healing.

Tunes

Ron Paul and the media

Thought this was a decent analysis....whether you like Alex Jones or not it's a good video.

Laugh box

thought this was funny

Rain in the summer?

Summer Won

Ron Paul Ad?

What do you think?

Time less

How can Ron Paul win in 2012?

Me Three

By Conrad Pierce

Stone like a statue, grave like concrete.
Weather stricken, heart still ticking.
Skin as a tree, rough as bark yet ready to fall.
Engulfed in the soil, cold blood could never boil.
Scars dark as oil, reminiscent of a time past.
Trees as the cover, estranged to any other.
Before the stoned statue, much before the time asked you.
Another face as crowd, not saying much just yelling loud.
Fire behind the motives, replaced as the times in mind.

Another Route

By Conrad Pierce

Trouble abound, I see you all around.
I sleep to die, I wake to sleep
I want to cry, but I cannot weep.
I pray the lord holds my soul to keep.
I avoid you but you forever creep.
It's hell on earth, so I've been told.
Such a cynical view, but it's the one I hold.
And if not the final fire, it's at least a flame.
The sin is contagious, like a deathly plague.
Nobody listens to reason, it's the reason I beg.
For them to take another route, this path leads to death.
Here I am dyeing and nobody's left to care
No reason to live, my life is a night mare.
Thoughts were as a bulls-eye, now scattered in disarray.
My body aches as if I've lived a life time.
Contrary to how I look, my life is a rhyme.
Other than these pages- I've got little else to show.
Forget what you learned here, and go back to the one you know.

Ally

Eyes as an island, they leave me stranded and bewildered.
Lips as a mime, they leave me speechless and wondering.
Voice as an eagle, leaving me glued to the sky.

Why the USA MUST be the champion/inventors of alternative fuel

Much of our economic problems stem from the price of gas rising, it makes it more difficult for the average person to do business and the price of everyday gooods go up. So I believe it is of the utmost importance for us to put forth the best effort into creating new ways of transportation on both the individual scale and the mass transit. However, primarily on the individual scale because american's pride them selves on individualism and vehicles is a large part of this. While we could and in my opinion should drill more on land in alaska an some southern and mid western states, this would be an only temporary solution for a long term problem. If we look back in history it is because of our innovations in the scientific realm that has aloud us to continualy become greater as a nation. We must produce the new type of engine that is to become the new standard in consumer vehicles. This will bring us out of economic turmoil, produce jobs, and bring us back to the top of the food chain economicly.

Entangled

By Conrad Pierce

I feel like a brain in pain, squashed by too much compression.
Too many wires inside, some disconnected, others too connected.
I've tried to sort through them, and discern the red from black.
And other various colors, however it's a jungle inside.
Attempts to untangle only leave tighter knots.
Like christmas light bulbs, should have stayed in the box.

Wrong or Right?

It is a constant occurance for me to always look back at what I have done and count my rights and wrongs. But there is no good to come from doing it. We each live a life, we make choices, and we learn. Even in our own lives who are we to say what we did was wrong or right. When at the end of the day the choices were made and pondering over decisions past accomplish's nothing. So what are we to do with any past memory, I guess simply label it as that- a memory. Not a current event to be re-solved with some unkown solutions. Case in point- live life with no regrets nomatter what you did or do.

As the world continues to spin

scriblish

Country living

Well, it's official I am now living in the country. My dad likes to call th house the farm though it's hardly a farm- maybe one day we will have horses and pigs and the such. While I am loving waking up to the land and looking out on it. I am hating the gas prices, so the best thing to do in the country is not to leave the house/land. The land is your entertainment. Another thing about living in the country is you really get to see the seasons. It's only been a week or so and the forset has begun to turn a bright green again compared to the brown it had previously been. An unhappy thing about the forest though is the bugs have begun to arrive as the temperature begins to raise. If only we had bug repelent trees. Something enjoyable about the country is finding animals. I have seen many deer on our land usually in the morning eating out grass. Including two babies the other day. My brother found a turtle in the woods and we names him chip douglas because he had a chip in his shell. We've also seen rabbits hopping through the land. And I know there are many more animals to be found. One down side is that your clothes are always dirty if you are always hanging out/working in the woods. So you can have dirty clothes or just wash them a lot. Privacy is nice, however I believe I am being locked away in solotude too much. Which is likely bad for someone who already locked himself away in solotude in the city. It is beginning even more difficult for me to interact with people as I so rarely am talking to people. I am growing further and further distance from their reality, which I am glad for on one hand but struggling on the other.

More to come.

Take a line for a piece of my mind

One life to live

One fifth, is what I have hopefully lived. In the beginning I thought I had an idea of how the world worked but as I have gotten older this clarity has been quickly replaced with uncertainty. Memories of the past seem very foreign to me, as if a dream or someone elses life that I hadn't lived. I have little understanding of how others live and seem to go on living in constant perpetuation where as I seem to be just going in circles. I think too much, I've always thought too much and maybe that is the problem. However it would seem to me that these thoughts are the only thing that makes us who we are. I once wondered whether I would be remembered for who I was or for what I had thought on paper. Because it had at the time seemed to me my thoughts were in a totally different world than who I was to be. I can see now that my thoughts have been catching up to who I am to be, and discerning more control. This could be the reason for my stagnation, as my thoughts are circulatory often leading to few answers but more questions. Sometimes I attempt to control the thoughts with repiticous actions hoping to achieve a similar state of mind as in the past. To no avail do I do this as my mind is in constant evolution and for any answer I achieve several questions are added and new possible answers created. This could simply be the way life is, a constant mental construct of build and repair. I often wonder what cerebral sky scrapers are inside the other peoples minds, and how did they get there or if they are indeed there. Their constant perpetuation leaves me to think otherwise unless their efficiency system is such that they can build and repair without respute. Judging by their scenary and organizational constructs I would gander that this is also not the case. More questions, fewer answers, scattered mind inside the mist.

Peace in the Storm

Late night right?

Underground we hound

Defeat

Dead carcas's claim your eye's, questioning your fate through ghostly thoughts it plys.

Bringing yourself deeper the longer you stay- leaving the grounds becomes difficult

as they entrap you in grey. Reading the concrete oblong- seeing past comrades imparted in stone explicating to your hesitation that you wont be alone. Equivocation becoming slim, capitulation nearly over the brim, escaping this trance seems increasing dim, more likely to drown as upriver you swim.

Wild card bitches!

Merry Christmas- bitches!

Nightman Vs Daymn

Dayman o ah uhhhhhh! 

Entirely in his mind

By Conrad Pierce

Ice on skin, atoms moving slower,
the space between them and mine is increasingly thin.
Black steel masking silver,
shell trapped behind shield, only under pressure will it ever yield.
To flee the compartment
and infiltrate the copious barrel pushed against my skin.
Controlled by a deliberating mind,
weighing the entities existence against his demise.
The immolation concocts his own thoughts and in his mind cries.

Box

By Conrad Pierce

Bloody knuckles accompany my hands
like rodeo fans with belt buckles, sitting in the stands.
Bare skin against the leather combined
with the snow which is the weather- makes me bleed.
Eating the cream cheese bagel as I indict my sin-
my feed. Full now as I take a nap can't feel my skin-
fur on the bed over my own to hold in the heat so my own I rap.
Speaker buds in my ears bumping rhythms to hide the rain as it hits the roof.
Woke up this morning with the after effects-
slowing my body down like slow motion tape decks.
Seeing my hands where the cuts are revealed present scars creating former situations
when at night I punched the bag of seeds-
the same as before, different reasons though and now different needs.





Next few days will be poetry, new and old- made by me.
Feedback welcome....

Who is a ___________?

I wrote a post about who is an American, which I covered quite terribly so I would like to give others the chance if willing to....in the comments please write what country you are from and what the people are like in a brief summary. I'd love to hear about other countries and what people are like? If any different...because I am guessing in a lot of ways people are the same around the world...just different governments. But maybe you could correct this idea?

Ink hits the Pen

By Conrad Pierce

Cerebral tissue trapped behind bone,
prisoner inside so he stays unknown.
Muscle trapped behind skin-
the patience behind the force is beginning to run thin.
Ink behind metal, gravity forcing it out- acting as the pedal
leaking onto the paper it begins to settle.
Through these subjects of matter I'm able to paint you a picture.
Write you a story of those unknown, those who only on paper have ever been shown.

Who is an american?

I've been getting a lot of views from Iran for some reason....which seems strange. This blog is broadcasted from america and the way their leaders and many in the streets talk about the united states I am surprised they are even aloud to view this blog or any from america. But this isn't about Iran or any of my other countries that view this blog,  this is about who americans are. Well for me americans are many and diverse, we live in a system built upon a lot of strugle and from that strugle we are now able to live a richer life because of past endevours. Most things we buy we have no idea how it got there, or where it came from and we do not think about it. I personally try and buy american when I can but probably most my purchases are not from america. I am not rich, but I am rich compared to most of the rest of the world just as anyone is a citizen of this great nation. We are religous, however most of us who claim a religion simply claim it as a check box on a paper. I am not one of those but I do know many who claim religion as simply something to say they are like "I'm irish" or "I'm russian" like it's something that just is. TV is a huge part of the american life, even if you do not have cable or satelite you still get around 10-12 channels though these days most everyone has cable or satelite where a bunch of useless channels are located. Those viewing TV especially the kids in a lot of ways are brainwashed and live according to what they see on TV. It's a powerful machine that people don't realize what they view on it can impact how they think, especially at young ages. Where do we work? Well we work mostly in chains, meaning stores/restaraunts/buildings that look very similar and sometimes the same as one another- such as taco bell's, wal-mart's, good will's, KFC's, and the such. We also work in the military, for various reasons we enlist but unlike many countries military service is not required. The rest of us either worked hard and have some kind of business or went to college and got to work for one of such built business that likely isn't such a huge chain or maybe not one at all either way though what ever it is selling costs more therefore its workers get paid more. For most of us to go to college and work for a semi succesful company is the top of the food chain. There is a sect of america that the lower and middle class never see's or meet's. The super rich that own the chains across the america, and other mega succesful business's. This secret sect of america likely makes the recent law for the past 50-80 years by sending candidates money, getting them elected and then sending lobyists for pursuasion. This is only like 1% of us though and do not represent us as americans however they are at fault for how we are seen globally for making the laws they make, and making/saying what will go on TV to brainwash the nation. It's funny and sad in a way, the least american of us is who creates our image. Anyways, this is a little bit of us americans. We're not evil, we try and help each other out- our friends and family. We work to pay the bills (most of us) and since we do have more wealth here as a nation we have a lot of leisure activities. Many of us look at this life we live and think it's too complex and a simple life might have been better. We think our leaders are insane and have mental problems- most of what we see them do we have to ignore and keep on living our lives, when we see bad things happen around the world many of us spend our money to help them and pray for them. That's us in a nutshell.

Serious Post- Government Closing?

My entire family works for the government either in the military or in the ship yard for the navy. So when the Obama administration so casually says they will withhold payment for work being done for the government it makes my blood boil. Especially when I am on the verge of becoming enlisted myself in the military. What angers me more than anything is Obama is telling congress to get this fixed and make sure the government doesn't close. Let us step back a moment and figure out why we are in this situation in the first place. Obama ran against bush, for spending too much on the war and "trickle down" economics. Fine. So if he is so against war spending then why does he increase troops in afgahnistan and bomb libya because the UN says so but without the permission from congress. (Which he wouldn't have gotten) But let us forget all of that and focus on what he really did. A health care bill that was supposed to give health care to people who do not have it and so people can stay insured longer. Fine. Can we atleast read what the hell is in this bill before we make it law? No!? Let us make it law so that we can "find out" whats in the huge bill that would take months to look through. How bout that bail out and then the stimulus package, how are your pockets doing? Really thick right about now- right? No!? Well, so none of those have worked and as far as I can tell he has spent many times over what he insulted Bush for doing. So what was his plan again? Change!? Yes, the change you will have in your pocket because you spent all of your dollars on food that is one and a half to one and a third of what it was before Obama took office. Don't worry though, there will be no inflation and taxes? There won't be any increases...nope if you aren't rich then you will be great! Right?!

You tell me.

Sedative

I'm the one you love to hate.

Live a life of lunacy can't tell what I am.

Numbers decide me for what they are.

More meaning than me, carved before I was burried.

Alive now, inside my skin- always carried.

Dead inside yet my cross I carry.

Thirteen the means to trap me inside.

Can't be me, can't even hide.

Nomatter how many times I lied, I wasn't.

Just the fool who sits and doesn't.

Cheeze with your wine?

RAT

 Trapped in a maze

Live in a daze.

Looking for cheeze

toxic fumez

Makes me sneeze.

Their creation,

My disease.



Hungry for dinner?

Well....too bad.



Dining In

Tables clean, though it's still dirty.
Same table, and will be til I'm thirty.
Chairs creek aside, cracks tell the lies.
Sticky floor shows the drips now dry's.
Sight for sore eyes, so it would appear.
Quitely still and yet you can hear.
Tiny empty noises inside the beer.
Bottle caps stacked neatly aside.
Empty inside the garbage they hide.

Big moon super not so

Sunshine in a shadowy day.

May you find what it is that will matter

Do what it is that caused you to scatter

Face this that isn't to hold what doesn't shatter 

Round the base into home become the batter

Coil the cords that rap those that are bound

Seek them that are not what is sound

Bring bold the lies you hound

Be free- abound.



Days past but still I last

Wish I could be where I am not.

Live as I would but not as a cant.

Formed through my own and not the demand.

Hands full of anger, slipping like sand.

Got another life inside my mind.

Full of the life others lay claim to find.

Wish's cant abound but maybe some day.

Life as it were, life as it wasn't- life in a way.

Break from the sober

When it lands it lives, let die to take what it gives.
Leave it for sivs- suckers, make em be chuckers.
Falling for fails, looking for cages- land em in jails.
Call real nothing, because it aint real bluffing.
Cards in a row, say what you want you have no row.
Can see it in your eyes, the cards you say is lies.
Won a few hands, but you belong in the stands.
Faking the sands, take it up but it slips throuhg your hands.
Dollars make you weak, failing your legs- revealing your cheek.

Stumbling along, when I could have been walking.

Times are changin

One day your up, then ya hope it stays that way.
Then you aren't, and you forget about that day.

Pray for another as if you've never had one.
Deplore all your days, like you never won.

Then you win, and forget about the score.
In a new place, damage at the door.

Until you're penalized, back in the old room.
Trouble all around, nothing but the doom.

Bound to be out again, no need for the broom.
So it goes on, you in your living room.

Rat in a cage *

Blue like water

Music of today

Sike....

Haven't posted some music in a little bit so....here go's some mudhoney and others.

Boredom made me do it

Toots, Fats, and Wheels gettin through

Bridgeport Night Cap- Great winter beer!

Bridgeport Night Cap- Great winter beer!
On a Sunday night with the day off tomorrow thanks to MLK JR (RIP) I was in the mood for a nice beer. To begin the night I had a Black Stout from Bear Brewery which was pretty good- not great but I drank it pretty warm. However to end the night I had a cold Bridgeport beer from Oregon called "Nightcap" something like 33% aged in oak bourbon the rest of it being ale. Of all the winter beers I have had so far this is my favorite, weighing in at 7.2% ABV. The color is very nice, very rich not real dark- a tiny bit cloudy but really quality color. The suds were nice and thick, the beer was very smooth. The flavor is pretty unique, it's got a really nice aftertaste with nearly no bitterness- hard to describe exactly what it is. If it's below 50 degrees and you can find this beer I would highly recommend it.


8.2/10


On another note, had a nice night with my cousin, aunt, mom, dad and a German friend of my cousins. Always nice to have quality time with family, no matter the dysfunction in your family make sure you take the time to realize the ways in which your family is beneficial to your well being (I know, hard to find with a lot of em.) but I know it is there no matter who your family members are. In realizing their impact on your life, give back to them by just spending some time and enjoying some of their qualities. After all that's a cut of your own cloth and by learning about them it helps you learn about your own self as well.

Grunge Anyone?

Hope everyone or someone enjoys these grunge songs from the 90's 

The rat king

Well I tried to do some different blogs but the only one that got n e good hits was the it's always sunny one.

So...I will have a regular dedication to "it's always sunny in philadelphia" which I don't mind because it's an awesome show...certainly one of if not my favorite show on right now.

If you think it isn't- it probably is.

Ford Jobs

Since the old Henry Ford assembly line, Ford motor vehicles have been ahead of the curve when it comes to building cars. It should come as no surprise Ford Automobiles is ahead of the economic curve, hiring thousands of new employees this month with plans to hire thousands more in the coming months. Where is this success coming from? Likely from their recent spectacular line up of cars. The standard lineup is all there but with some nice new additions including the Fiesta, Flex, and Transit Connect.

Fiesta

                                                  Courtesy of fancytuning.com
Ford Flex

                                                Courtesy of motortrend.com
Transit Connect

                                                     Courtesy of mpgomatic.com

Growth

Chug a lug, Chug a lug, Chug a lug, Chug a lug.

Tonights beer sponsor "Genesis beer" and though it has san francisco on the cover it is actually brewed in new york. SO.....I was able to overlook the SF reference. Not real dark a very maple looking color, the foam is not real thick- bit of an off white. It's a good beer, very smooth- goes well with garlic bread. Small bitter aftertaste but it's well rounded and it fades to something good- pretty nutty in the end. I would recomend it, though it is expensive- picked up a six pack on sale for $8.99 though not too bad. (Not the best beer- if you have one in mind go for that but you won't regret getting this one either.)

6.3/10

As you can gather, I like beers- lately its a hobby/interest of mine to try as many beers as I can. Dark beers being the type I go for, I cannot stand pale ale- it tastes like vomit to me. Which is strange to think that something that I like to enjoy so much like beer can taste like that. But to each his own I suppose...I've also had some fruity beers, those just taste like wine which I do not like.
Well if you are near my age you probably know of a little game called "Diablo II" and if that's the case then you are probably waiting for "Diablo III" good news though if you haven't already heard Diablo III is coming out 12/11/2011. Seems like they did that just to spook people....but hey maybe just a coincidence. (Day before the "end of the world")

BTW...if anyone is reading this. What do you all think of that end of the world bullshit? By my words you can assume my position but with all the buzz around it's hard not to feel like something is going to happen but it's just the Y2k bug all over again. Some people think all the power is going to go out, others think an astroid will hit, others think a nuclear war, then there is all the other things they think. Blah blah blah- bring it. I know my souls all good- I have no regrets. Anways see you all 1/2/2012 and the rest of the year as well.

Before I turn into a wearwolf...beer me!

I love a nice bottl of beer, if it were financially/physically possible I'd buy a bottle of beer from every brewing company across the globe. I like to see the labels, read the descriptions, hear the history, and of course rub the bottls on my forehead and chin. I love opening the bottles, it's christmas in july on a nice summer day or it could be if it were sunny or in july- regardless I can see the pressure steam rise out of the bottle. I tend to blow it away but sometimes i let it just float away into the air. Then there is the first sip, or if you already know the taste you can go ahead and gulp. You can feel and taste the combination of ingredients, timings of ingredients and overall preparation of the beer. You don't understand it fully until you swallow it away and understand the aftertones within the beer. Here's to brewer's around the world, keep on breweing and if you aren't distributing globally just yet here's to hoping!

Time to climb

Nomatter the weather whether snow or rain sun or sleat.

You can find your way today and your troubles at your feet.

Burn of Flight

Brain Damage

Lost in space that I call my place, level the plane- seal up the case.
Topics aside let me hear the chase, thoughts bind to reason- none in space.
Wires keep me shut in, freedom makes my blood thin, design is only binding.
Design leaves me blinded, mice never find me- cheese with their wine is dead.

jib jab, jib jab, jib jab.

Ding dong mofo- DING DONG!

I will smash your face into a jelly!

Bird of Prey

Welcome To My Domain

To start things off I will introduce myself, the name is Conrad. Well that's enough about me.

There was a spider named Spike who climbed on a boy who was riding his bike. He crawled down his ear so inside his mind he could sharply peer with his many eyes. Upon entering the boys ear he ran into an orange sticky slime, he thought to himself "I didn't know humans spun yarn?!" and before he could explore more so something poked him in the back, squishing him into the orange mucky muck. As he lay stuck inside the goop he twitched and wriggled in an attempt to get away. Peering into this boy's mind seemed much less appealing as he lay there worrying of death.

As this is my space, I do not intend to make it logical nor organized.
While I would like everyone to come and visit the blog- your appeal to the blog will hopefully be in finding something out of the ordinary- something strange, bizarre, interesting, funny, enjoyable, or who knows..maybe even inspiring.