"Almighty Me"

Some say you should watch what I do. Others dont really care. But I WILL warn you, for that I have the power to bring down Nations, start wars, destroy cities, communities, groups, families and even souls.
Some of my greatest achievements is to have annihilated bonds, friendships, couples, groups, workplaces, families, organizations, unions, companies, oh! and don't forget about Hopes and Dreams. I have probably caused more trouble than diseases combined.
I've discriminated, punished, tortured and even killed.
But you know what, don't get me wrong, there IS a good side to me, oh yes indeed.
I have inspired individuals and groups alike, I've given people hope, peace and love. I have united families, communities, cities, states and even countries.
I've created friendships that lasted a lifetime and even things that lasted thrice that much, or even more!, such as unions, companies, groups, activities, and actions. You don't even want to know what I've held together and for how long!
Speaking of time, I've given and taken that too. Yup, I hold lots under my belt, but you know, what I do is up to You, really. Yea, so you can basically Tell me what to do.
Most importantly choose to use me for good or for bad. What ever I do is up to You. Who am I? you ask. Well.. I'm your Tongue.

Canine

Just sitting there in the backyard, a waggling tail, short legs and a face you could say is smiling. Her yellow-ish white coat in a tanned vanilla resemblance shinning under the radiant sun. She runs back and forth across the backyard chasing birds and bees.
“oh what a cute puppy, what´s her name?” Anne asks,
“Coco” is my reply,
she adds “oh like Coco Chane-“,
“No” -I interrupt- “just plain Coco”.
She wags her tail as she hears her name, and continues running. Looks like she caught something, holding her two front paws bellow her head as if keeping a treasure and guarding the entrance. She lifts them off to take a peek and away flies the little bee that she held so tightly within her grasp.
She jumps up in the air as if she wants to take a bite out of it and snaps her mouth shut, she does this several times until the bee is way out of reach. She pauses to scratch behind her left ear with her hind leg, and then again spots this malevolent little critter and devises a plan to end with his evil plot to, to.. do what.. it, it should not be or.. well she´s determined to catch him, and that´s what she´ll do. She runs, spins, jumps and barks, one way or another, she will catch it!
For a moment it does seem like she has him again, she peeks through her little paws and sees nothing, so she jumps up and searches the skies, there he is! Shes got him right where she wanted. She makes a move and jumps in the air and snatches him within her jaws and he vanishes, to then appear again as she opens her mouth.
“Coco” i call her, “it´s time for your walk”.
She runs straight for the door waging her tail running to evade me as if I´m out to catch her. I open the door and she dashes for the entrance door, I turn to get her leash but at that same moment my sister comes in from school so the four legged creature makes a run for it and heads for the street. I run out behind her and seeing an oncoming car i call for her, before she tries to cross but its too late,
“Coco!”.
The driver slams the brakes but the little dogs fate was already set.

Revamp

Leaf after leaf, flower after flower. Those trees blossom into the spring setting, the whole bright colors sparkling over the green luscious life that make up our backyards, gardens and parks. I see a lady-bug making its way across the terrain it has chosen to seek a path through. Surely searching for something on the other end.
As I set my eyes over the trees above I hear the birds fluttering and chirping, hidden by their camouflaged feathers that conceal them within those branches and flowers. I see you little birdie, I see you picking and eating, singing and dancing, interacting with others of your kind.
And as I sit here contemplating what’s around me I can’t help but think of my personal ‘spring’. Do I see myself as the person from last season? Have I undergone the withering yet renewing age of time as that of the past autumn? Am I the blossomed, fruitful, and renovated being I should be?
I think that to know this I should set my eyes back on my surroundings and see for myself the changes I’ve brought upon myself.

Aspirations

A diamond can be told if fake or not, an answer right or wrong, a rock from a stone and catch from bait, but tell me now, can you see a wish from a dream? Do not dreams portray the unthinkable, and somewhat sought after delights of our inner self, of our body, mind and maybe spirit. And we ponder over these extravagant ideas that soothe our thoughts and hearts. Wishes, those simple little things that we long for so profoundly, those that we immensely seek to accomplish. They are those ideas that penetrate from within our hearts and minds, to only run through our veins and flow from our desires to our achievements. Can we always embrace these desires and run them clear of doubt that they are completed, as we prove to ourselves that not only can we wish or dream but also achieve and accomplish because we have our minds set on those goals that compel us those needs to replenish our lives with the peace of mind.

Serenity

Water droplets running down the window, clouds sliding across the darkest skies; the moon hidden beneath the shadow of its own glory. Barks echoing, the sound of pouring rain over the roof, cars passing by rolling watery tires over the pavement. Sputters of sound crashing in the air, the voices of speech, movement and emotion. Where is my silence? Where is my peace? What am I missing out on? My body quivers on this cold empty house, home for the brave. Where can I find you eloquent friend? Can I seek you here and there? Do the rivers cry your name? Do the clouds shine under you fame? Does that book speak well of you? Will you tell what I can do? My watch sings as the hands spin over each number each vowel of time and day the structure of age and life.

Carriáge

The wooden and finely ornamented wheels rolling hard over the pebbles that lie over the dirt road, ‘Tidbit’ the horse hound trotting along, a clicker and a thump sounding inside the wagon. A can of dried fruit is opened for a delectable treat, the clipity-clop of the horses echoing through the surrounding forest. And eyes cast over them, watching as they slide past an old rotten tree that hangs loose over the path. The mist of the morning calming the dirt as it sits under the passing thumps and kicks the horses’ produce, the wind soothing the heat of the sun that rises from the east. Past the evening and past the afternoon, it’s now night time. The sun hiding in the west, the stars shining above and the moon gleams a smile. The thoroughfare is blocked, not a barricade but a stop, the horses neigh and a bark is heard, seated not a worry but a sigh, voices resound and steps are taken. Doors on each side maintain their closure, but a balance is undone and the wagon lost a son. The horses hey and the dog barks. Will is drawn but power is unveiled.

Situation

The can rolled down the driveway. He picked up the paper bag full of groceries and placed it in his car.He reached to get the can back, when he turned he could not see it. It must have rolled under the car, he thought to himself. He bent over to only find three leaves flowing with the cold breeze. It was getting dark so it would be difficult to look for the can now. He closed the trunk of his two door sedan and carried the rest of the groceries into his home.
He oponed the door, switched the living room lights on with his elbow and proceeded to the kitchen where the lights went on in the same manner. He droped the bags onto the counter and went for a glass of water. He opened the cupboard then noticed something by the toaster.It was the can. At first it seemed normal to see such an item in the kitchen but then remembered he had dropped it. So how in the world did it get there? He arched his arm over to get it but at that same moment the lights went out, he cought nothing.
It´s no time to panic but this is getting freaky, he thought to himself. He looked outside through the kitchen window to see if anyone else had lost power. But all the houses he could see were still glowing. He headed over to the power box by the staircase and on his way tried the lights, the switch was down, so he turned it up. The kitchen was lit again.
Once the lights go on he sees that the grocery bags were missing and the food was spread over the counters. He panicked. He ran for the phone and dialled 911 but only to hear someone say say on the other line "Joe's Pizza". He repeated the call for the police but all he could hear was a lawn mower. The lights whent out and then back on. The phone hung loose over the counter. He was gone.

Seasons Greetings

The morning came around and I was wide awake. The sun was shining into my room hitting its rays on my feet, it was warm. After breakfast I headed to Montgomery Park to meet up with some friends to later go shopping at the mall and maybe get a glimpse at the new store opening there.
Jane Brook and Chelsea were all waiting by the old oak tree, we walked to the mall. It was cold and snowy but the sun shone high above. With coats, hats and scarves we strolled down Fairy Avenue. Once there we stopped by the candy store and bought some lollipops. The accessories store was near and without hesitation we were there.
The day went on smoothly, we had lunch at the food court and by suppertime I was home. With my new coat and bots in hand I went to the kitchen to only find Whiskers eating at her bowl. Something was in the oven and it wanted attention.
"Ten minutes till’ supper"
She was told by her mother who appeared in the kitchen pulling out plates from the cupboard.
I immediately opened the silverware drawer and took out four forks and knives.
"We have guests today so make it six forks and knives, aunt and uncle Wilberk are over for Christmas and this year from Ohio."
Oh no not the Wilberks, she thought to herself. With their odd odor, sagging skin, insightful remarks and foreign manners, and the fact that they are fascinated with youngsters for that they did not have kids of their own. Sure they were nice but they were the odd bunch of the family. Good thing they came to visit once in a blue moon for the occasional family gathering.
The table was set and we were all seated about to begin prayer, I’m busy minding my own business, Jimmy feeds whiskers some chicken and my parents offer their attentive ears to the ramblings of the Wilberks particularly uninteresting stories of their trips to Asia. I can smell them from over here and I’m on the opposite side of the table. How long were they going to be here again? Oh yea, about two weeks.

Christmas

It was more than a snowy bright morning; to Timmy it was a magical day. With his new Red Robin Deluxe Woodland tricycle he roamed the streets and sidewalks in the roundabout neighborhood he lived in. Crushing snow and running on the moist leaves that lie cuddled beneath the snow, he was the King. Clamped on his rear tire there was a clothespin where deep within its grips was his Mickey Rogers baseball card, he now rode a motorcycle. His very own motorcycle.
The wheels rolled and his horn honked, he swung tight corners and drove through ramps, nothing could stop him now- His mother called out standing by the door that led to the front yard,
“Timmy supper-time!”.
His reign of glory had ended for today, but happily went home, for that he knew that once the night had passed and he had breakfast he would ride again and ride with joy, but tonight was a good night, he would brush it’s rims and polish it’s shine, he would clean each gap and dry the melting snow, his bike would sparkle like new again and smile it’s glorious red glow on him.
He eagerly went home to eat and fell sound asleep, a smile from ear to ear and his hands ready for the ride.
He woke up suddenly and saw it was crack of dawn, ran downstairs and realized it was Christmas morning, Could it be again? he thought to himself as he ran to the tree where he found his parents where they sat with a grin on their faces, they had a puppy with a bright red bow. He paused and thought of his bike, Was it a dream?. He ran to the garage and found to his dismay his parents old Volkswagen and a toolset by the door.

Fillet

Gasping for air, he turned, flipped, spun and rotated. But nothing. This immense feeling got to his head; he can no longer see straight, his body was wracked with pain and yet he kept on trying. He flapped about with no success or change in his favor.
He lay on the deck, no water, no escape nor means of survival. He paused at the shining of the sun that was burning through his soul. Is this the end? Am I to no longer wander the waters with careless ease? Am I to no longer caress the feelings that sneak up on me and bring me joy as I swim the seven seas? Or at least this particular patch of river…. It doesn’t matter what I want now. I am at the mercy of this brutal world we live in and little do I expect.
He is lifted and thrown into a warm white cylinder where he is to find nothing but grief.
What could I have done that would cause such a disgraceful act of cruelty upon me? Why am I to see this? Why am I to endure every moment as if it where that which brings my end? He lifted out and dropped on a board, he laid still, his life oozed onto the wooden surface, staring into the sun as it takes the little spirit within him. Pressure came on his body. The blade is swung and now no water sun air or fire could bring him back.

Appareil-photo

Wings spread apart, the sun gleaming through the tips of the feathers that make such a marvelous creature. The water swirling about as each motion it makes through the meadow brings the grass to a resting position when its motioned by nature to caress the water as it meets the sunset. He focuses and takes a bow, a bow that will affect his life to greater predilection from those who count on him, those who seek his true feelings, the feelings that bring each and everyone of them closer and closer to the truth, the truth that lays beneath each leaf, each puddle and tree. And as every object in nature, they cease, but before they do he captures their image when in full bloom of splendor, and that’s what motivates his bow; the mere glorification in great extent of the magnitude of each piece. Each piece that define what he considers the masterpieces of all creation, and the gift of heaven he has, the chance to capture each, but not every, the splendors of life.

Pumpernickel

The bag slides across the counter, immediately Tracey comes into the kitchen to only find Jake taking a loaf as he places a mug in the microwave
“Oh hey Tracey”,
He examines her striped soccer uniform; the blue and white sox that reach her knees, the black shorts that have two stripes running across the sides up into her hips, and her shirt, a navy blue and cyan banded short sleeve shirt that match her eyes in a heavenly manner. At that moment she goes and grabs a loaf.
“I heard of what happened to your car” she says,
“yea, what a bummer eh” he responds.

Earlier that day when Jake was headed for school a motorcycle crashed into his passenger side of the vehicle causing a dent on the door and a broken window.
“So how are you feeling?”
She questions him as she examines his tanned skin that lay below a red jersey and a cap, she notices a red dot above his right eyebrow,
“is that a cut? Are you ok?” she instantly asks.
"oh it’s nothing I’m ok” is his response.
As she heads for the fridge for some orange juice Dan comes in.
“Jake my man, what’s up?”
as he reaches over the counter for a loaf of bread.
“Dude what happened to your car? Some rumors about a broken arm where going around school today”,
Jake greets him then opens the microwave and takes out his tea.
“no way man, nothing but a busted car, that’s all”,
“Hi Dan”
Exclaims Tracey, still holding the juice carton as she takes a bite out of what’s left of her slice of bread, he looks at her with zestful eyes. Jake bites his lower lip with remorse. According to him Dan was the ladies man, and Dan knew that; even though he already had a girlfriend, he still fooled around.
“So what did you guys do at Ms. Worthsteins class today? Jake interrupts.”
"Oh the usual dreadful math book work and ridiculous packets”
Was Dan’s answer as Tracey serves two cups of juice.
Jake takes a sip of his tea and heads for the living room grabbing another slice on his way out. Dan and Tracey follow. The TV goes on. Each of them seated on separate couches and at that same moment Jake’s mom arrives with grocery bags hanging from both arms and the dog burst in a bark as he ascends from the second floor after hearing her call out
“guys, I’m home!”.
Dan, Jake and Tracey remain seated as they watch a cell phone commercial rant about its new features.
“Piece of junk” exclaims Dan.
“Got it last week and the screen is already busted”.
Tracey giggles and Jake smiles in amusement at his remark,
“Nothing ever lasts with you ‘Danny’ ”.
Jake imitates his friend’s old girlfriend who called him in such a way.

'Courthouse'

The bailiff inclined bringing forth the restraining order. The nymph like gal seated quietly with her eyes brimming. I found myself gawking. I don’t see a reason as to why my father brings me here, and for once I consider one reason to stay and not walk out and stand by the vending machines near the restrooms. I gaze upon the defendant: I see him bringing his hands closer to his face and flinch as his lawyer whispers something to his ear. Whatever he said I do not know, but his scowling expression defines a little.
The judge catches my attention, seated high above like some sort of deity, I take a sight of the folder she is dangling, on the cover, big red letters I find illegible. The judge seated with a cold dead stare, I see her somewhat cherubic like, it may sound clichéd but to me she’s a geek. Up stands the defendant I hear contrition in his voice. You see him look upon the plaintiff as if it where a quirk of his. She takes a glimpse at me and I make a consensual nod, but all I see is doubt and sorrow. Courts adjourned. I am destined to labor for the truth within her deep green eyes.

'Empathy'

As he walked into the room he closed the door and found himself to his chair, bringing the chair closer to the desk he pulled out a plain white sheet of paper and his favorite pen, flicked the lamp on and began…

So close but yet so far
I long for who you are,
Your every look of joy
Proves me right I am your boy,

With every step you take
I stand right behind,
You’re the only one living in my mind,
Seems like you just want to be
But baby don’t you know me,

I am here for you
And that’s just what I do,
I am here to serve you and love you every single day,
And to listen to every little word you say,

Then paused, brought to mind his intentions for the song and her reactions to it; but thought to himself he was not brave enough and what if she didn’t like it. what if she got mad at him for sending it? Then again what if he signed it anonymously? It seemed like a solution; she could read and judge it. Maybe even share it with her friends and saving himself the embarassment; yet he knew he would have to come forth someday and tell her that he wrote it. But only after he knew she liked it, but what if she would judge him for not signing it in the first place? Or what if she found it distasteful and threw it away? If he mentioned it to her she would be upset. Exhasperated, he stood up and gazed out the window into the sky. The moon and stars shined above, and he wished for courage, for the bravery it took to go up to her and reveal his true feelings, his emotions, his dreams; to share every day with her, to comb her hair with his fingers, to stroke her cheeks oh so gently and show her he was hers. But instead he grabbed the letter crossed it out and threw it into the trash can; he knew that whatever he felt, she was not to see.

'One Nation'

As all of the days before it was a hot, sunny and endless morning. He was standing in the porch of and old shack located in the western hemisphere, above in the union of central and North America, above the Mexican territory, below the American border. He waited upon his fellow comrades to arrive with the rest of the platoon and cargo, for the long and exhausting journey he was about to embark on, in search of something he always longed for, freedom. It was more than once that he was deprived of such things but he hesitated for what he thought was right. He sat on the old hollow chili box with a red and tan poncho rested on his shoulder and a small leather sac with a thick yellow wool string to fasten to his right shoulder. Inside it, he contained a goat skin canteen, a small woven blanket for the cold and harsh nights he planned to endure in the dry deserts to be encountered. And a small package in which he quickly revealed two handfuls of dry smoked meat, he took a small bite of one piece and a sip of his water as he sat in the shade of the shack provided away from the direct rays he so disgusted to withstand. His rugged mustache aside from his upper lip resembled to him his only treasured memory he was to keep for the sake of his nation he had to once again rid from his heart to survive in the harsh world he stood to fight. His plans were not of those already portrayed and lost due to the lack of knowledge he once thought he had, he was not to render himself as easy to the ‘güeritos’ and güeritas’ the Northern nation had to ensure he was not once again in the sacred free land. He had an open mind for any obstacle that was to come his way and thought very thoroughly on many occasions on how to deal with them comparing to what he dealt with in the past years, this was his time, his chance for the taking of the ultimate prize.
They arrived riding through the dusty road, the opaque red pickup wagon, full of hope and ambition. And on he went into the shine of the sun, to satisfy his inner spirit for the accolade he so dearly desired.