I’m giving you just the tools you need to break me
I Dare You
Reflections can be seen in our everyday lives
They stare, they ingnore, they reflect
They appear to be in the opposite world
Reflections are looking back at you
Reflections are creating another balance of what is there
Is the reflection you see real
The mirror, the lake, the mist, the camera, your eyes
These are the tools of reflection capture
Are they to be trusted...
Brian Hill - 2019 # 187
What do you see?
when you have all the tools and knowledge to improve your life but the only missing ingredients are motivation and consistency.
He used me like a tool.
A hammer to slam,
And when his nail was in,
I was once again another tool in his toolbox.
Until he had a second nail to put in
and took me out to begin.
you got a new idea
you want to start a new project
what's holding you back?
you have all the resources you need
you don't know how to use it
what's the point?
you need to learn your tools
you need to know the potentials of it
the more you know, the better you will get
September 16th 2018 1:34 pm
The war started between the illegible instructions and chunks of wood. I decided to enlist, well, more like volunteered. I arrived at the camp today and met a few loose screws. They don’t have time to train us, we are being shipped out as I write this in my journal.
I hope to god I survive this thing so I can see her face at the end. She will be ecstatic to see me alive, I know she has her doubts. We can not let the engrish win.
September 16th 2018 3:17 pm
We have arrived to our camp. It’s a pigsty. Styrofoam specks cover the yard like snow and cardboard chunks are blown to bits just over the trenches. No time to settle in. Just enough to down a cup of dirt coffee before we charge in. It’s been storming all day, everything is covered in mud.
September 16th 2018 3:56 pm
Stage one has been complete. We have a wall up. This should help stabilize anything that comes after us. It was no easy task and we have been told this was the easiest part.
September 16th 2018 4:32 pm
The foundation has been completed. There were casualties. Henry, a brave man, lost a hand and had to be evacuated. We can hold them back if our aim is true. I hope there are angels watching above.
September 16th 2018 4:33 pm
There are no angels watching, only devils in the disguise of pictures with the number on the wrong side and the finished side flipped around. The foundation had to come down. Back at square one.
September 16th 2018 5:56 pm
The foundation has been rebuilt. Correctly, I hope. More men have been lost. I know this is dark, but one had a flask on his body that hasn’t been emptied. It is now emptied.
September 16th 2018 6:29 pm
The wheels have finally been installed. We are now mobile! Thank god. We can now trek over anything that gets in our way. It’s still pouring rain. I wish I could find another flask.
September 16th 2018 6:53 pm
Hooks and roll and top have all been fitted and examined over. We may have done something right for once. There’s hope that we will win this thing after all.
September 16th 2018 8:48 pm
We stumbled onto a cache of cold ones. We lost sight of our goal for a while. We are back on track marching forward.
September 16th 2018 9:17 pm
The last wooden peg has been hammered in, the last ***** has been ******* and locked. This is it, it’s finally over. We won!
September 16th 2018 9:18 pm
“It’s about time” was my only reward.
It’s ok, I came out stronger than what I was. I have scars I can tell my kids about. The blisters from using hand tools and the knowledge on how to decipher Chinese disguised as English. Useful talents I’m sure.
September 16th 2018 9:20 pm
Finishing off that cache.
Today I put together a cabinet island.
The tools that created you
are capable of destroying you.
Working on the Gala free-verse! ^-^
I’ve always found it odd when people avoid eye contact
What exactly is it that they are hiding?
Or is it fear?
The all-consuming Mr. Walker going around breaking through windows and damning souls!
There are numerous platforms for people to interact with one another
But somewhere down the line the connection was lost, forgotten
I sometimes wonder how our species will continue to flourish
The young men of tomorrow
will rather rub one out to a hologram e-**** on their iPhone XXVI than pursue a ripe Jenny up the street
Her organs must be aching to be rearranged
The poor *******
Yeah, sometimes I wonder
Then I swipe right
I’m going to find someone in my area to get my **** wet