Before computers came along, before there was a telephone. Scribes sat over parchment and labored intently. With quill and Inkwell they lay down a foundation, preserving and sharing knowledge. In Scrolls and books they repeated and passed on things that were thought of importance. Records were kept and events were recorded for posterity, so that others might look back and see through the written word what others had seen. Many fought against this because they favored ignorance and darkness, but the written word still moved on. Even when it was called heresy and costs those who believed in it their lives, the dedication to the preservation and expansion of knowledge did not stop. So it is by the written word that we rose out of Darkness and remove the shackles of ignorance to step into the light of knowledge and understanding.

The oceans churn, and the sky's turned black! The wind howls, and the mountains Shake! For too long we have relied upon ourselves. We have taken and not given, and hoarded up our wealth. We steal from the poor to enrich ourselves. Merchants sell death or trade lives like a pair of shoes. As long as our own belly are full, we think we are doing well. With each catostrophy, we are warned to change our ways, yet many fail to hear and blindly go on their merry way. For thoes of who heed the warnings, we may yet be saved. The change is coming whether we accept it or not. It doesn't matter if you believe that it be of nature or God. The truth will be the same, the world is reeling from our selfish ways and it is going to change.

There's a call that no one ever wants to hear. The code that should never be spoken. When men and women of law enforcement step out on that line, they want to go home at the end of their shift. In the back of the mind of every peace officer, their lives that constant fear. The words that they pray they'll never have to hear, Officer Down!

Chisel away here and cut a little back there. Apply some paint and then layer it on again. Twist and shape a form and the mass, tuck it into a girdle, but it just won't last. Find the right pair of shoes not too high and not too loose. Something perhaps with open toes, or a Cuban heel you might suppose. Place the girls in a push-up bra and all of a sudden you become a star. Part your hair to the left, no now it's to the right. Not one strand can be out of place, not if you want to look good tonight. Obtaining beauty is a art, a skill that is crafted as a whole and in part. People spend a lifetime learning this trade, for a few moments of beauty it can be sad.

Oh blanket of darkness envelope me. Safe haven of comfort surround me, hide me from the harsh light of day. Veil of concealment wash over me, let your dark streams take away the sight of things too painful to bear. In the day I must see my own reflection. In the bright light I cannot hide from the things that remind me of you. In the darkness, I do not have to see myself. In the night I am invisible and the pain goes away. So while the night holds terror for some, I welcome it when it comes. To me it is a shield against unwanted pain. In the cool embrace of the night, I can breathe again. It is where I find peace and I do not have to be reminded of you.

My voice began to change at 13 years old. Hair begin to growing in places it wasn't before. My feet became too big my nose became too small, I'm now all thumbs and I keep walking into walls. I'm convinced that this is a conspiracy contrived to put an end to me. A now gain weight just looking at cake, my ankles are swollen and I get moody all the time. I've come to the conclusion that this must be a crime. I'm just not sure how you can arrest yourself, perhaps if I think about it more and answer will come to me. Until then I have concluded that my body just hates me.

The land of the free and the home of the brave has been transformed into the place of the scared and hateful. Our children have been stripped of their ability to determine  right from wrong. Parents have been replaced by the television. Most now have to work two jobs just to pay their bills. The government said you do not need a father, now young men treat women like property and ******. Get rich quick or die trying has replaced do unto others as you would have done unto you. The politicians we thought would lead us, have just robbed us blind. They make lofty promises that they cannot keep and keeps us in the dark by design. There is no prosperity, the younger generation wants to be taken care of. The latest phone application has replaced the want for social interaction and hard work is so yesterday. When the greatest generation is gone, will they really be missed? Perhaps this country is better off disassembling and starting over again. When all of our troops have come back and the foreign aid is gone. When nothing else is free and you are left to your own devices, will people really wonder where America has gone?