Light

The water chills my bones like nothing I can describe. My stomach was rubbed raw an hour ago as I moved forward. Each little movement an agonizing brutal torture. Doing that odd little shuffle, that one where your arm moves forward than your legs push well you pull. Each one only a foot more. But a foot closer to my destination. The tunnel is barely larger then my modestly sized frame.

I cant turn my head up other wise I slam into the roof of the tunnel. I dare not move my arms down more than six inches for fear of getting stuck in here forever. And thus I have had my eyes upturned and feeling the muscles strain. But I move forward.

I can see a light ahead of me, I am finally nearing the end of this cursed thing. The water begins to sting as my skin snakes over a jagged piece of metal. I stuff my scream, not because I am some tough guy, because right now I have too. If the high priest is to survive, I need to stay silent.

My legs slices open, I feel warmth of my blood slowly leak out of me, like water running from a broken pipe. Kinda of a metaphoric to me in my rambling head. Shaking my head, water dripping into my eyes, I think I feel my fingers wrap around a rough edge. Opening my eyes I see them wrapped around a grate.

With a quick push I am able to shove it out. Light blinds me.

Live

To be afraid 

is to know ice

is to know stone

is to know hate

is to know

nothing

To be hated

is to know anger

is to know ice

is to know love

is to know

people

To know love

is to know life

is to know anger

is to know hate

is to know ice

is to know

fear

To live is to be

I must, We must, You must

I fight
I drown
I challenge
I lose
I weep
I win
I smile
We all fight
We all drown
We challenge
We all lose
One wins We smile
You have to fight
You drown for I
You face my challenge with I
You weep when I lose
You smile as I win
I must
We must
You
Must

Mid-Year Review

So I was tasked by my teacher, shout out to you, to review my writing and my thoughts on this. At the start of the year I held an open mind, not due to writing but due to three years of school leadership, well six technically but I digress into useless details, and was "okay lets try writing." So I was told to not plan my writing and not think, yet again with Mister A. And I have fun, I write everyday...for a time and then the holidays start coming and I begin to miss days. After three days I fall off the horse after four weeks of writings nearly 500 words a day. Easily. My novel goes great!! I write well over the thousand and whatever amount I need to get it done on time. Then...I hit this very real very hard physical roadblock. It's called my inner child, my writer, ran off. I just sat there for two weeks...not able to write a word for anything. Nothing I could do...and than with three days left in nanowrimo, at 27,000 some words I began writing in a fever. And since then I can now write again.

Now at the start of the year I hated I mean H.A.T.E.D poetry. I hated writing it and I hated writing it. Why? It was for me a flower lame way of writing. But I did not understand it's little nuances and dances. Within a week...I loved writing and reading poetry. I saw the ways words rose and fell. How one long line in the middle of a short ones can changes it's feelings. How repeating sounds or syllables can make a poem sound happy or mad. I can sit down and write poems with no problems.

Now I think I have grown as a writer and done my best to write every day. And I will always try to write each and everyday. I hope to have at least the ten poems published and my novel in the next year.

Thinking of unthinkable

The Hurun would continue their lives thinking they are their own masters. With their little church, their navy, their army, their economy. Those midgets would continue their lives as they have since they created them. Since I created them. Since I willed their stupid pathetic maggot species into being. Since I turned on the machines and made an ass ugly species to try and spread across the galaxy. 

I had given them larger than normal brains with a synopsis rate of 4:2, that meant for every thing learned their little brains stored it twice. For every ounce of fighting, studying, anything their pathetic species did they remembered in their DNA. Every single moment in their species history for them is remembered in a shared hive mind. But they were even aware of it. They could not precieve they had been strung together with a greater plan in mind. One that their god, something I laugh at, had set in motion close to ten thousand years ago. 

A plan which now was so set in stone that if I was killed by some multiverse war it would go on. It eternal cogs set in their sure pace. It was such a simple plan it could not fail. Well almost. I have to laugh at this galaxy now it had grown complacent at the pace at which things went and who was in power. So set in it's way this galaxy was almost tired and worn, so sure it was no protecting itself any more. No longer did it safe guard against up-spurs. No alliances or ties to hold these quadrants together. I mean...why would they? The old bogey men are gone. Many of them dead. And now...I have risen from the grave. 

They call me the Controller, their all knowing all powerful God. They claim I have the power to wipe out the universe. Which is true. But only like once. I am no God, if I was their worshiping would make me a thousand times more powerful. But it was also a secret blessing not to be a god of theirs or any other species, for then my power would be dependent on their worshiping me. No as a ethereal entity I am limited in what I can preform at one moment, I can affect certain moments in time, I can at my uppermost powers bind living souls to me. A normal thing for me is to sway gravity or create a system. I am allowed in the multiverse enough power to tamper around in it's fabrics and see how time can play out over ideals and theology's. I have become a scholar of the multiverse...and I am small in allot of it. But with careful planning and strategy I can play with the big boys. 

I am the King of a reborn race and I will make this galaxy sway.

Hurun
The High Priest swayed in a drug induced stupor. His bone plates glowing an unearthly hue in the candles around him. His mind and body all but gone from him as his mind raced on the idea of expanding Hurun. To him owning three system, one with two truly safe planets, the other in the process of being colonized was not enough to him. Not by a long shot. Hurun were the Controllers chosen people after all. Their religion said so.

His eye's snapped open. His pupils dilate in one deep breath, the predator instinct high in him. They darted around the room taking in the deep rich purples with gold lace pillows he sat upon. The waves of flames on the candle sticks. The intricate designs of flowers on the walls calmed him down. As they always did. 

His hand grabbed the paintbrush by his side, it's wide tip stroke black along his bone plates. Grabbing the other one on his left side, he painted his two fangs real fast black as well. His hands deftly outlined his eyes and did the rising tip. He rose his long green robes providing sharp contrast to his now mostly black face. 

His private room, the inner sanctum, was only his to enter. And only his to leave. And now after talking to the Controller he had new orders for his people. 

A week passed on Hurun and gathered in the military room of the central complex were Huruns highest generals and Admirals. Which sounds impressive but when you realize there's only seven people gathered in the room it became a sobering reality. Hurun's military was on par if not slightly above some of the older nations but they weren't nearly brash or stupid enough to incite a war against an empire or federation more then eight million people larger than there. Hurun did pride it self on holding discipline to the highest degree in it's ranks and under near two hundred years of warfare with pirates had helped shape their military into decent mixes which right now made them feel comfortable in their ideals. 

But before they can go forward with their ideals they had been reviewing if Hurun's industry could hold up to an unexpected replacement of goods and damaged property. Under their own laws once the Empire assimilated a culture and it's peoples they would have to repair any damage done in the process. And after three days of review, with all of Huruns State and Private owned industry's, they had concluded they could maintain a war with a neighboring country for six years without fear of having to ration any goods. And be able to provide the soldiers and navy with all they needed plus some extra. 

"High Priest, the navy will take three battleships from the main fleet, I would prefer to have the dreadnought but with it currently providing protection on the edge of the quad I understand. But any ways, the fleet will consist of three battleships, six corvettes, two missile cruisers and five gun boats," Vice-Admiral Ju used a small laser pointer to select the ships. "Now the fleet, or fleet Alpha will attack the System known as Iliam. With what our scouts say, the planet has a minimal of defenses in orbit. Now it's fleet of three frigates will provide a small challenge due to their speed. We might lose a few good men. Now the battle on the ground will be different. And WMD's will not be used. That include's KEW's or PEW's."

The High Priest nodded. His mind could see this rival nation falling in a few months. 

"Now High Priest, we expect this war to last four to eight months. Depending on how much of a fight they put up on the ground. Our navy will trump theirs no doubt. But the ground forces are, naturally, on more level ground." Ju just nodded as he finished plans. 

"Yes High Priest, this nation is known to go for the burning earth method when they are losing a ground campaign, which was what bogged down the first and last attempt at expansion. But this time with a steady supply of ships coming through system we wont need to use their resources well on planet. And unlike the last general who pussyfooted around and did not fully engage them, I will use the Hail Fire Strategy our army is suited for and take ground fast and descivily." The war was planned and set in motion. All it would take is two weeks of moving supplys, men, and gear into place to wage it. 

rusted

Rusted cracked broken
Rough disgusting
It hangs there
day in
day out
dripdripdrip
 drip
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drip
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The Ancient

The Controller is what he shall be called from this point fourth in our history. He shall no longer have a name nor be called the King or God. His all mighty control is known all over but few speak of his holiness in all his grandeur and power. He is create and taker, father and mother, brother and sister, friend and enemy. He created us, the chosen Hurun, and will destroy us when he sees fit. His power is insurmountably powerful. All hail the Controller.
-Prophet Muhemend the third from the line of Kahlead.

These lines have been read a thousand and a half times in the temples dedicated to this eternal beings ever present people. The Hurun a relatively unknown species of the galaxy. But for near three thousand years they have worshiped this creator god. This seemingly all knowing all powerful god. and his followers were Zealots each and every one of them, which had driven out a once thriving democracy for a religious cult to lead their great and ever oh so mighty Empire of Hurun. And for nearly three hundred year know, ever since a plague which had nearly wiped out half of my species, which they had cultivated and the Church of the One had grown to be the only church or religion left on the planet. And then they instituted a state run church which really lead the state.

Now this all fun and games until about thirty year into their lead my species as a whole did about six thousand years of evolution in brains terms, like went from using horse and carriage to fucking space ships. And now my research leads me to believe maybe..just maybe this controller might be real. For the single reason as this, for close to three thousand year this church was small, containing at it's old height only eighty thousand members and my species using the horse and carriage, you know bayonets and gunpowder, (basic) and than a plague rolls out and wipes out half of our global population and than makes one half of them infertile.

Then a cure is 'discovered' and suddenly, ten years really, and the species had quadrupedal in size. From one billion to four billion.... a sizable jump by any species measure. And then twenty years after that, our species has the technology to travel the stars, a space ship nearly seven kilometers long, a space station measuring in circumference twenty five kilometers and weapons...oh lord the weapons.

The weapons became so strong as to wipe out an entire species in an expansion phase. One that got us involved in a bloody war which came to a draw just because of the Hurun's space navy unwillingness to back down and use of near suicidal tactics. Wow. Is all I have to say.
-The Ramblings of a Mad-Man

System one
The massive dreadnought drifted over the planet. It's course slow and set. Making maybe their millionth pass through this system. The first and last planet taken by the Empire in war. The watcher seemed to move along like some king of the plains, sure and set in it's power. And rightfully earned, the ship was nearly ten kilo's long and one wide. And many claimed it was far to large, but the empire could justify it by the fact it could stop an entire fleet by itself. What with it's single half million ton MAC cannon which with four on either side, (Have to dive in a weird description) Fast Firing Auto Magnetic cannons which fired missiles at 1/100 the speed of light which held a magnetic lock onto their enemy's and carried a 65 mega ton nuclear warhead. Which could fire at the rate of one hundred a minute. It's massive flat face for the front of the ship, with massive Duresteal armor plates on it's sides, which housed six banks of eighteen Laser Cannons and sixty four missile tubes.

It's overly larger engines pushed it through space like a hot knife through melted butter. Each with an output strong enough to use as a power source individually for the ship. But with three of them, they could turn each one up to max power to propel the ship into near light speeds without breaking the limit and allowing it to close the distance between it and it's foes with remarkable ease. And not to mention it house six eight thousand storm troopers at any given moment, with two hundred mechs and six hundred tanks, a thousand pieces of artillery, and enough supply's of food and ammunition for a siege of a planet for six months. The ship had it's own construction line, able to produce tanks, mechs, ammo, and even other warships. Which it housed six other warships, four missile cruiser's and two destroyers. Which were each five hundred meters long, which justified the one kilo wide ship. The ship also housed eight hundred missile pods, a technology they had copied from the Parthian Navy in their few encounters, which held well over two hundred missiles apiece.

It's great and mighty size was flanked at all times by, one supporting battleship, a one kilometer beast. Two cruisers, one interceptor a dozen gun boats and a host of resupplying ships, so it would never need to truly 'dock' and a research vessel. Which at the moment the fleet was preparing for a very exciting change of their humdrum pace of life, they were going to go on the first expedition to a new system, but oddly this one was taken them from the middle of the Gamma Quad, to the edge of the Alpha Quad, on a search for the fabled Father Species. The one they were supposedly genetic ancestors of.

Admiral Murial, a tough old man. Entering the late sixty's of life, he had seen many odd things in life, from pirate fleets, to random other empire attempting to break Hurun's stead fast defenses to even tempral shifts strong enough to erase an enter system. But now he was on track to see the finest sight ever, a new planet. One out of Huruns five habitable worlds, which were under fine protection by the home fleets and people.

"Sir, the fleet is on the edge of the system. Prepare new jump cords?" The Admiral nodded at the ships captain. The fleet rested closely to the mighty ship, and slowly applied magnetic locks to the ships outer-flanks. Resting tight the fleet made the jump. Arrival time, six days.

The Controller
I once was the King of an Entire Empire, creating shadow wars, proxy wars with puppet states and commanding an army in the millions...now I am subject to the shadows tell my new puppets are strong enough to weather the storm I am bringing them into.

"Sir?'

"What?"

"You are rambling again me liege."

"Must be this ever thinking plotting mind of mine."

"It is." His eyes flicked to his aide, the smaller being shimmered. Still not use to the powers he could use. "Sir...why that world? That single one?"

"It sits on the edge of our old Empire, my dear Mandle, and it hold a certain relic...on which will allow them to expand in the economic and... religious aspects." God I do love it when my plans come to fruition. But I have sat back for well over three thousand years, a few dozen or hundred more wont hurt.

The blonde

It just stood there. Black. Tall as a giant. It's arms thick as tree trunks. Slow breath that made the air around him move. His sword look like a pin needle when compared to this beast. It's dull grey eyes were locked onto him. Every step this oh so tiny man took the beast followed with eyes and head. 

It's great breaths were creating a wall of steam which was quickly forming fog. 

"Human...what do you want?" 

"I need to protect my people."

"So why did you try to kill me with that puny little blade of grass?" It's voice created a small earth quake, with stones and stick bouncing along the ground. The trees rustling in fear of this mighty being. Though it voice cause this earthquake it spoke with a tone as if reprehending a child. 

.....

"Wake up sweetie pie." 

His vision swam as some blonde bombshell with clothes too tight stared at him. Bright red lipstick made her full lips stand out that much more. 

"Hun, tell me why you did it?" 

"If I tell you he...he will be back." A cold seductive smile crossed her face. She leaned in, her wavy locks brushing his face. Meeting eye to eye a shiver passed down his spin.

"Hun...I would never let him hurt you again." Her purring voice almost sickened him. But as he didn't open his mouth to speak she kissed him and he began to slip out of mind again. 

The six fall to the three

The six kings

The three every united 

The three born of treachery

One waving a banner of freedom

The other one of justice and safety

A war to split the world

A war to mark a new eon 

A new age born of fire and flames

Empires crash to the earth in mighty heaps

built upon skulls of their enemies rise the new kings

The president

The prime minister

The rise of the red one

The new three rule 

Chaotic

Rushing. Rushing. Rushing. Crazy panic attack, AHHH!!! Break is over time to step back up to the batter's box people! Time for he, him, I, and me to get back to school and deal with the craziness of ASB, the hectic chaotic ride of Creative Writing class, the difficulty of Algebra 2,  and the uniqueness of Civics and Global Topics.

It's time to take a deep breath of the icy winter air that saps the water from the plants and let it energy's fill me. Let it fill my veins and give me the power and strength to go on. Ahhh I love the life I have even with all the nuttiness and chaotic mess that we have. AHH life.  

This is just sick

What is American? Better yet is to ask what is freedom? This ideal and way of life that has for generations defines and declared what and who we are. Freedom is the ability to speak out against your government without fear of retaliation, to practice your religion without fear of retribution, to live our lives in a safe way! We in America have enjoyed these freedoms, these ideals and ways of life for long before any one of this lifetime has been alive. 

Just think for a second my friends, family, brothers, fellow Christians, we have been free for neigh over 200 years. Over 200 years, can you believe what has happened to us in 200 years? The revolution, fighting the single greatest Empire the world over and winning, winning against a nation that had not known defeat for a hundred years. Then turning around an less than forty years later getting into another war with them, the war of 1812, lucky to survive again. Our capital was burned to the ground, we are lucky to even be alive. 

Give a few years, 1861, the start of our bloodiest period in history, for four year we tore ourselves asunder  with blood and hate, over 400K-500K, think about that, look at that number, we lost that many soldiers and civilians on both sides all together. Give us a the next quarter of a century for warfare with the natives in the manifest period. 

Than comes ww1, we only lose 104k troops. Than comes our finest hour, our shout to the world, our statement as a people and a nation-state, World War 2. Okay so I went on a tangent line, but I can say this with all honestly my friends. 

I love this country, I do not, under any pretenses like this government. I believe it is time for a mental revolution, one were we stand and tell the world and our government, that this is a nation for the people BY THE PEOPLE! 

A simple fact forgotten by our current era, this is a sad time to be an American, the world over hates us, we have inflected pain and suffering the world over, but maybe...just maybe we have stopped some to. I like to think that. I like to think, that with a vote of enough people we can change this government, that with some simple education that we can change it. 

I know we can change this direction of our country, we just need to say so. The reason I write this? I watched today as the house, AKA the Senate, set back a bill to help people recovering from Hurricane Sandy, 66 days later and people are still without water, help, power, and the US federal government twiddles it's thumbs. By Reps and Dem's alike. This is sickening to me and I hope to you.

Today I hear that the US is going through and giving the guns and planes to Egypt and it's leaders, the Islamist brotherhood. These known terrorist's have said time and time again, that they would wipe us out and Israel! Yet we are giving them 20 F-16's, one of the most advanced multi-role fighter's in the world, it has one combat lose in it's twenty year flight record, one out of three hundred air to air engagements. Yep we are totally doing that, signed by the president. 

Another awesome thing, okay this one pisses me off, excuse my tone, but our fantastic leader who many claim is sent from God, or even the Anti-Christ, has talked about giving our rights to own guns, firearms,ballistic weapons, whatever the hell you want to call them. To the UN, yes the United Nations. Want to know a cool fact? The definition of a nation, is "Self governing with out influence of control from an outside entity or nation." Sounds like that's going out the window. 

Yep, Cameron HosKing here, aspiring who knows what, teenager in high school, ASB President, ranting against the President, hope I don't end of like General Schwarzkopf. Dead. Yeah I said it, I honestly wonder if it is even safe anymore to criticize my own  leader.  Night.

writing

I have seriously never hated writing more than I do now. I don't know why but I hate it and I have done my best but I gave up writitng this break. Not one days worth of writing.... I fell off the horse... do I want to get back on?