Life Advice 365

Hello there...not sure who is, would, or has bee reading any of my blog posts but I am making a new post for the hell of it. My original youtube channel has not taken off yet though I would guess that it will not unless blasted by another popular youtuber. So I have decided to make a new channel with the name of "Life Advice 365" and that will be the topic...people often come to me asking for my advice so maybe I can get paid to give advice on youtube. We'll see though....just a heads up...ask me a question here or there if you are interested.

Here is the link:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCip7tihviGMt_s11GP4BMhg?view_as=subscriber

Education is broken and MUST be fixed.

I love education, the study of everything yet with a hint towards thinking a bit or a lot on topics where currently there is not specificity. Whether the LGBTXYZ crowd or the farthest engineering degree possible. WE ARE DOING IT WRONG AND WE NEED TO FIX EDUCATION ASAP OR RIGHT NOW! If we do not we are dooming ourselves and future generations to catastrophic outcomes and miserable existences. Critical thinking must be key to the NEW EDUCATION system created entirely from private enterprise without a hint of government intervention. Please if you will peel your ears off for this women for a bit and bask in her lovely mind.

Shattering Isle

Glass all around the landscape, sculpted grains of sand.
Melted down, to be rebuilt in the image of its sculptor.
Displayed as the example for those whom are exempt.
But the illusion soon weathered from increasing contempt.
I miss the days when we could focus on actual tangible things.
Like that of the times of Jacqueline K. Barton.

Smile not wide enough, teeth not white enough, mind not bright enough.
Heck I'll be lucky if I come in 5th. Brothers not tried enough, Donald trump is president now?

Little Green Men

Little Green Men
By Conrad Pierce

Strange are the days we live; gender now ambiguous, god imaginary and aliens all around. Such is the end of days, confusion reigns supreme. Truth is now lies and lies now truth, people typing short sentence's- the extent of our new existence. Language twisted as to not be understood, expression only twists and turns. Speak in a verbose tone only if you wish to not to be understood. Simple does it, so the pimple on your forehead can understand. Burn your books of history, only new things are good for the global race. Burn your book of knowledge, it has no place with the green men from space. Leave your heritage behind, move forward only- VHS no longer norm. Blu-ray spectrum, cannot be scratched- protective coating leaves our reality impervious to the facts that existed before. Rocket fuel destroys humans, use it all you wish; park your car in the dump. Space is infinite and vast, all the answers must lie there for what we don't know here. Solution-less theories on the great beyond, what sea creatures lie below; don't ask, don't know. The sky full of signs is where we'll find the green men, they'll bring us to a place ahead- everything else must lay bloody and dead.

Tip toeing through the tulips, we remain quite in the storm.
How long must we remain so, they continue to destroy our home. 
Ask the devine we cannot find, here but always awaiting the end time.
Now it is- yet we can barely exist, spirits abound around us in hatred.
Evil intent they make us dissent, driving brother against brother-life against life.
Death their only allowance for it brings the destruction that they desire.
Lake of fire be damned this earth they desire to burn.
One way street towards this end, continually we descend. 

ALONE

By Conrad Pierce

Alone I write, alone I fight, alone I am quite.
Alone I am loud, alone I am proud- away from the crowd.
Alone I dissolve, alone I resolve, alone I solve.
Alone I am, alone I be, alone invisible nobody can see.
Alone I die, alone I live, Alone I give.
Alone I was, alone I buzz, alone I dust fuzz.
Alone I circle, alone I erkel, alone I lurk.
Lurk in the house, lurk in the town, lurk like a clown.
Lurk like a jerk, lurk like a fool, lurk like it's cool.
Lurk in the bed, lurk in the shed, lurk in the head.
Lurk like a drunk, lurk like a punk, lurk like a skunk. 
Lurk in the chair, lurk in my hair, lurk in a bear.
Lurk like a tree, lurk like my knee, lurk like a fee.
Lurk with a frown, lurk with a crown, lurk with my own.
Own I dont, own I won't.
Own it is, own it isn't. 
Own I do, own I will.
Own it now, own it how.
Own I am, Own I'm not.
Own it then, own it soon.
Owned it when, owned it at noon.
Noon now here, noon bringing fear.
Noon is afar, noon is for the car.
Noon now dead, noon to be ahead.
Noon is alive, noon will bring drive.
Noon now done, noon never fun.
Noon is never, noon is forever.
Noon now, noon is even.
Even is odd, even is never fraud.
Even did add, even did me glad.
Even is a friend, even I commend.
Even did laugh, even had a path.
Even is a lie, even is spry.
Even did die, even did cry.
Even this poem isn't, strange uneven leaving.