A Wandering Life..

The fog is what wanders here and there bringing sorrow and death. You wouldn’t quite know what would happen when the fog swallowed you up in all its detailed glory. You’d be left there to die with no one around to hear you cry. Your screams, tears, and cries for help are smothered in this smoke-filled stretch of road. You could be in town or out at the end of the street, but the fog will trace your steps until its right there with you. Eating you, swallowing you, and embracing you. It takes what’s left of you and leaves you there to rot, it floats swiftly on by, not leaving a trail, as if it was never there. Of course you’d be lying there, polluted, stained, and suffocated. This fog never meant to hurt you, it only wished for company in its blinding realm. It saunters around like a cat on a wire, smoothly, and elegantly roaming the globe.

It could protect you or kill you, it could cause you to wreck, or hide you from harm. You cant quite run from it, as it does find you eventually, you could be right in the middle of it and not recognize that slight blur that it leaves behind. It could just be there behind you and you wouldn’t dare look back at what looks like a depressed fog. It stalks you for hours on end until its satisfied and done looking at what seems like real life. Its like it wants to be like us its like it wants to be able to walk around and travel, but then it remembers what it is. A fog that hides the trees and mountains upon layer and layer, a wandering blur that traces all the way back in the old years. You wouldn’t quite explain what it was, nor could you feel it, but when you were little it was what held you when you ran into it. As it cradled you, you couldn’t tell where you were or where your mother was. 

You cried and screamed, and again you were with your mother. The fog drifts away and you wave goodbye. And its gone, its off to another country, another place, and another time. Like traveling upon clouds that just float on through the trees, the mountains, sky scrapers, and the space needle. In all its depressing elegance, it will always return to get one last look at what seems like home.

Surrounding Wildlife

Living in Alaska is a whole different view on life. You get to see the real beauty that surrounds you and get to experience something that usually takes thousands of years for someone to experience. Life. Life here goes to the extremes, whales that roam, seals that play, to eagles that soar and bears that growl. But what can you expect, do you get to see any of this anywhere else? Probably but you see a lot more activity here. It’s the good morning that you receive from every type of wildlife. Some people think that its just a normal thing to see, but when they see a killer whale jump or a seal hunting its nothing that you’ve ever seen. Its beauty that takes place on this earth that some really just don’t care about. They’d rather sit at home and watch it on a flat screen t.v. or go tanning which kills. What more can someone want other then to see the beauty of the world and the wildlife that takes place. In Australia you get to see wild kangaroo’s and snakes, in Africa you get to see wilder beasts, lions, zebra, giraffes, cheetas and other great big animals. Cant you see that every where you go there is some sort of beauty you cannot experience anywhere else. Its like changing the channel and watching a different show then the last but your viewing it live.  Ahh, the beauty, the heat of the sun that brings out the eagles and the bears start hibernating. Whales that pass through the current, and the seals that play for pictures; It’s the real beauty that you get to see, so look around and perhaps you will see something no one else has.

       Perhaps you'll get to see a different type of bird, a whale, moose, a duck isnt all that rare but you get to make fun of them quack. I remember when I first saw a whale, a tiger, and many other types of animals. It was at the Point Defiance Zoo in Seattle Washington, talk about totally awesome, if only I had the camera I have now, then, then I couldve taken better pictures, and possibly published them for the zoo's new magazine that was coming out explaining the animals and their names and where they come from. For the kids of course, but I would have made the animals look bomb considering my photography skills now. Yeah, Im bragging, I am one good photographer but Im still working on things. But still, look around, bring your camera everywhere you go, and if you have a huge camera much like myself, buy another one a tad bit smaller then bring both so you can get a series of shots by different lenses. Uh oh, now Im talking about photography. Uhm... Yeah, back to wild life. Love it, hear it, see it, and appreciate it.  (coughs) That is all.. (ahem..) bye.

Murder 'N Weep

What do you suppose a murder scene looks like? Picture your there at a murder, the scene of the crime and a body of a girl from the looks of 16 in 6 pieces. She got massacred but why? The blood oozing out of each and every wound she got, blood and guts spilling out across the cement. Her head lost, nowhere to be found and yet why take her head? Is it some sort of prize for doing what they did? Just a little gift to themselves that they believe they have earned. A little freaky to take someone’s head and mount it on their wall. But you say nothing about it to anyone until you have looked at everything, everywhere. Her blood is still a bit warm when you touch the puddle that rests at your feet. You suspect that it wasn’t long before the call of some random stranger, unknown number, to say that a body was seen at this very place. Was it the killer? You don’t quite know but you investigate further. Her limbs were nice and smoothly cut off and yet her skin looks to be torn.

 The fence that she laid next to was down and the barbed wire was tinted red. Probably from rust but you have them take it back to forensics just to be sure there wasn’t any blood or hand prints upon what looks like a metallic whip. You consider the problem, the girl must have witnessed something or he wanted her. One of the types of killers that wanted the eyes that saw the crime or she fought for herself and got this as treatment. Who knows really, it could be some sick killer and or someone that wanted to get they’re needs taken care of. Sick bastards. While eyeing everything that surrounds you, the pieces of the defenseless young girl, the blood, and the place you found her. Her hands were no help to her now the killer must have tossed them to the side and took off her legs. Then took her head as a sick joke. You light a smoke and stand they’re thinking, you expect there was a lot of rough play seeing as how the fence was knocked down and the brick alley walls had scratches from her fingernails. She tried to climb. The people next door said that they heard light screams but their son’s music was blaring so loud they couldn’t quite tell if it was from his music or outside.

So you took them out of the equation. You notice that the person that lives behind the fence wasn’t home, and the lights were still on. A trail of blood ran from the crime scene to the house that stood there in the dark night with lights as bright as the sun. Struggling with the problem you walk up to the empty house and put out the cigarette you were smoking and headed up to the doorstep. You knocked, of course no ones going to answer seeming as how no one seems to be home. Walking in you noticed that someone had a red stain on the ground and that isn’t ketchup. Taking notes in your small pocket notebook you write down what you see and you hear scuffling in the living room. A thought pops into your head as you head in there, I hope this isn’t the poor bastard that killed the young girl that still laid out there in the alley in pieces. But once you walk in the room you notice that just as you look up from the fireplace, heads were mantled on the wall. Not any normal deer or moose heads but humans. All girls with their mouths elegantly smiling at him and he just seemed to put up the new head, the young girl. She was beautiful, well at least her blue eyes that had splats of her blood in her eyes and on her face. You look at him and the giant grin and blood that stained his face.

You paged the cops that were still in the alleyway to come up here, and when you looked back up he was staring at you. Walking towards you with an axe, and when you screamed just a little, your head was off. Dead to the world you were. You lay there effortlessly, your body lying next to your head. He laughs, looks down at you and smiles when he spoke to your head, “Oh goody, two in one night.”

The Ball Pool Theory

Do you know what a ball pool is? Of course you do. Probably been in one at least once in your lifetime. The giant pool that’s filled with rainbow plastic air-filled balls that surround you once you dive in. Found at one of those Chucky Cheeses restaurants? Yeah, now you understand what I’m throwing at you. Picture one of them, your about to dive in and ready to swim around in its color and when you do its like a giant wave crashing in around you. Your swallowed in a giant mouth of rainbow color, and the thing you suspect the most is when you will stop having fun and then be enveloped in fear. Then imagine your laying at the bottom of the pool, looking up at the balls that just seem to light the area around you so you can see every detail of color. When you see some balls move, you watch as it slowly creeps closer till something touches your leg, you jump and you scream sending every ball around you up in the air. Everything goes black, you witness a hint of light flutter by, no wait, it isn’t light is an eye. Someone or something just seems to be watching you, closely. This irritates you and you think, you think hard.

Madness, People wallowing in every crack of their life they shouldn’t be, making themselves angry at each other, at themselves. You watch as those people, those faceless people fight and harm themselves. Creating a giant wave of death and indecision. You cry and cry and want it to go away until you notice that your learning something. Being taught something and of course you don’t know what. So you shut your eyes and think, think of a place you want to go, a made up place. Your there, at an ice cream parlor trying to down a huge sundae; when you look closely at the sprinkles. They are maggots’ only spray painted different colors. You scream then look again and their gone. Looking up from what you have just witnessed you turn and face the person whom made it for you. He’s not human, nor real but alien. Not green like they say, nor skinny and quiet. Unmoving, just staring at you with his big lemon shaped eyes. You cant help but wonder what he is looking at when he finally smiles and waves then continues on working. Surely this alien must be nice considering the fact he brought you a new sundae

So you leave, vanishing back to the ball pool where you now stare into, waiting and watching for something to be moving. A snake perhaps, maybe just a little lizard. But you wait. What did you learn?

From a lions mouth to the stars in the sky..

Thoughts. They run through our heads like the fishes in the sea. Unlimited they say, no expiration and no hassle. Like a never ending maze, a trail you cant seem to just walk away from because its there. You cant climb over the walls, or the tall trees that form the maze. A labyrinth that traps you there and for what seems like hours you see the view changes. Now your in a tunnel heading for what seems like light and for who seems like people. But its just a picture painted on a wall, just a glimpse of what possibly could've been there. You go to turn around and the view again changes. Changes to a field of grass and scattered daisies. A wonderful sunset that reflects off the lake. How did the lake get there? Its forming lily pads and dragonflies. Do you understand thought? You can wander down Memory Lane literally if you can shape it in your mind. Thoughts of movement, of the trees outside shaking back and forth with the endless wind. Then donuts fall from the sky, pelting people on the head, leaving icing all over the cars that sit out in the open as if relaxing and enjoying a break. People around you fade into creatures, big, dark and mean. Their teeth yellow and sharp as if in a state of coffee slumber and nicotine stains. Big red eyes that follow me like the back lights of cars on the freeway. Then with a snap of your finger tips they are gone. A wave of smoke just drifting by the lake that seems to stand still with elegance until a little frog happens to jump from a lily pad to the water. Lovely I must say. You roll around in the grass that seems to hide you in what looks like a green blanket until your buried in the sand with only your head sticking out. Where you happen to be now is on a beach, a private beach from what it looks like. Your trapped under the layers of sand that hold you down like chains. A dog runs up, a shaggy dog of course with his tongue flapping in the wind while he runs towards you. He starts digging. Did you think him up? Or was he just there? Your out of the sand now. Walking with the dog, and tossing twigs and rocks into the ocean sending the dog you now named Fluffy running into the water and doggy paddling until he found the twig that just so happens to be paperclip sized. You just run into all these things in your mind. You don't know their there until you just start thinking or stare at a blank wall. Pen and paper. You just expect all these things from your mind, but until you start using your imagination there are all these things you can do, can see, can write about. Its the stuff in the back of your mind. Until the view changes and instead of walking up stairs that headed to the stars that seem to be calling out your name in tiny whispers as they race across the sky, your sitting there, breathing nothing but air, your in school or at home. And boom, you realize that wasn't real..
Epic huh?

Dreaming & Being Watched

Dreams. People seem to state that they do not have dreams, when there is a possibility that they do but cannot remember them; Or they don't have dreams because their heads are already working and is too busy thinking of other things. Which brings us to Lack Of Sleep. Lack of sleep is usually because of a busy mind, stress, and sometimes fear. But what people don't know is, why they don't have dreams when their not stressed over other subjects. I have this habit of grinding my teeth in my sleep, but its mainly when I'm dreaming but partially awake. Just sort of the thing that tells my mother that I cannot get any sleep and that I will be exhausted in the morning. Often at times I get a lovely sleep, I know because I had a very realistic dream and got to finish the dream. But sometimes I barely dream, like my mind hardly puts thought into my surroundings and just flashes bits and pieces of the dream here and there only giving me the sense that I might actually be dreaming. It seems complicated doesn't it? But its rather easy to understand the complex system of Dreaming, which in some scientific places people are still working on understanding dreams and how they actually work. Does it have something to do with psychic stuff? Or is it our over-active imagination that gives us de ja vu?

Being Watched. Now, ever get the feeling your being watched? The feeling of someone following you to where ever it is you tended on going? The chill that runs up and down your spine, making you react and turn to look behind you? The feeling that sends you walking towards crowds of people so if something happened to you, people would be there to stop it. I sure have felt that, and I'm sure that you have too. Considering we sort of are being watched, by cops, our family, and everyone that just seems to find an attraction to our lives. Strange isn't it. The feeling that someone else is there with you though you don't quite know who it is, nor actually think that anyone is there. Its not so much as people actually being there, but the thought of something bad happening to us, what we would do in the situation. Thousands of questions filter into our minds letting us know that yes, someone could be following you, and yes, there is a possibility that you just might end up freaking out over nothing. Its just the feeling of eyes on you, like when you walk into a room that's filled with people and when you walk in, people just stare at you and watch you. The feeling that makes you say sorry and get hot flashes for being loud in a silenced room. Just the fear and the feeling that one day, you just might peak over your shoulder, then BAM!! Your in a situation you've been fearing, a situation you cannot get out of.


Fox Says: I chose to write about these two subjects because its something that we always do every day. You cannot say that you haven't once looked behind you and thought someone was following you, or you haven't once had a dream because you were stressed. Its just the two things that come and go during our lives. Dreams is a heavy subject for people, between realizing that they had a dream about the future or something funny or fearful, or they haven't had any dreams at all. And sometimes when it comes to believing you have someone that's watching you closely, like your being hovered over with a giant magnifying glass Its just something you have to talk about sometimes. Its just that tingly feeling we get, the sense of fear and trouble hitting us one day that gets us all pumped and ready for action. You know?

Attempt at rappin'

NATURE

By: Mariah Deanda

Put your hands in the air

If you know what I mean

Flying high in the sky

And floating with the sea

 

Can you see the delight

In all of your possibilities

Swaying like the branches

Or rocking like trees

Feel the earth 

With your soul and feet

Wandering with the wind

And strolling down the street

Listen to all the sounds

And perhaps you'll learn

From babies crying 

And those who want to be heard

Look at the faces

Who walk on by

The expressions of struggle

And the ones who cry

The illness of the people

Suffocates earth's beauty

With drugs, alcohol

And death in the community

Raise your hands high

If you know beauty is here

Wave your hands around

And grasp the luxury of air

See our earth
As the mother of all

She holds us up 

And awaits our call

This was my attempt at rapping, obviously its a little off of a beat. But its okay because I got to stay what I wanted. Isnt that the beauty of writing, I can say what ever I want. The beauty of earth is often unknown by people who just see what they'd like. The detailed mountains and the clouds hovering just a little above them. The way you can just see the water at different angles, beneath, above, and how you can touch it. You'd think more people would notice the beauty of this planet that is keeping us alive. The danger that we have put onto this earth, and the danger that just so happens to be killing us. And sometimes we need to know someone else is there, something is there to guide us and that they will be there to comfort us. Like the rain, people tend to walk and cry in the rain and it makes them feel better, the sun makes people get outside and have fun, the lightning and thunder let us listen and watch and pay attention to it and where it goes, and the wind pushes us along so we arnt alone. Its just everything that we have on this earth, the trees, the branches, the grass, the cement, and the water, the soil. Its everything we are apart of. We are apart of such a larger thing, and what we cant see is how beautiful it is. Should be a sin not to know what lies out there. But that is what I was trying to express in this poem/attempt of rapping. Hahaha. Yeah