As vic's world turns

Dear my lovely readers,

I hope all is going great for you, and you are in peace,

so early today something wack happened as water got on not only my laptop, but also my phone (did I mention we have a leaky roof?) ruining them both, so now I have to buy a new phone, and hope my laptop works again, or I will either have to save to get a new one, or get it fixed, if it can be fixed I mean it still turns on. I guess next time I will get the insurance when they ask me if I want it xD

I was really upset when this happened, but maybe this is punishment for some of the wrongs I have done, said or thought in my life, because I have done so. as everyone reading this, and of this world has done. in fact that is how we start of are lives by doing wrong. don't believe me, well was it not you that raced to the death of millions in order to be the one to fertilize the egg, not caring about how many died as long as you were  successful in your personal goal of birth. so you see we all are guilty of doing wrong, and I am no different, in fact I am your rose of an example of not being perfect.

not wanting to end this blog in a negative light, I will show you  a review of one of the greatest cartoon's

admit it Tom and Jerry still makes you lol

that was wrongfully made into a piece of shit movie

watch his reviews at that guy with glasses

and a song to dance to:)

diss keri all you want, but remember she probably wrote your favorite artist best song

                   

that is all for now,

I love you all deeply,

your friend,

VPK

why I will never love my father like a son should

 it is easy some days to tell yourself you are happy, but sometimes no matter how hard you try that is not, so very easy. want to know something that when I think about it still hurts me to this day? when I was about idk 13 I got a letter from my father, and well me, and my father never been close, I mean I knew him, but he was never in my life besides the few pop ups, so this was rare, but anyhow the letter was your basic blah blah sorry I could not be there letter, but then there was something that stuck out, and I will never forget, he wrote "although I got your mother pregnant with you I will never be your dad, nor will I try to be" and tell this day that bothers me, and I don't know why, but no matter how much we talk now, because we do talk on facebook I can never forget that, and I can not think of him like a son should think of a father, but it seems weird, because it was not like he was ever in my life, so why does it bother me, so much? should I be sad over this all these years later? should I really let these few words keep me from thinking of my father as a father? I mean I know that we should forgive people, and I do forgive him, but why does it bother me when it passes my thoughts?

happiness

please grow in me,
like a seed into a tree,
please last the rest of my time,
like the sun's great shine,
comfort me when all is wrong,
like the words of a soothing song,
give me a should,
when the world is colder,
keep me deep n your arms,
when the world only harms,
be with me for every single breath,
that my body has left,
even be with me after death,
please happiness come my way,
and make me smile these dark days

The sorrowing waters I drown in

Dear my lovely readers,

     I hope all is well with you, and you are doing OK. As for me today I am OK, but could be better.

     No matter how happy I get past thoughts of sorrow always flood my mind, and drown me in their sadness. I wish I could be more open with people, and talk about the things they have done to hurt me, but instead I just keep it inside, and let it kill me slowly. I wish I could tell the people that have hurt me with their words how much they have hurt me, and how it has messed me up. some of this goes all the way back to when I was a child, but nope I never even talk about it with anyone, but simply hide it. I mean I forgive these people, and I love them, but still why can't I forget about it? why must it pop up in my head at random times for no reason what so ever? worst of all these were only words, and nothing else I mean if I was beat as a child, or harmed in anyway I understand, but why must words cause me so much mental anguish?

     when I talk to my counselor, and they ask me about anything to do with this I just act like nothing ever happened, because I do not like to talk about this, and I never have with anyone, but I really want to:(

I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

come close to me

Dear my lovely readers,

Greetings and peace I hope all is well with you,

I am in a peaceful mood, and floating across the cosmos of space as the stars shine bright in my eyes of sorrow, but all is currently beautiful

This has my mind at peace right now, like I don't even exist just in thought 

music is the cure, but cause of sorrow

so as you know I have been trying to think more positive in order to be more happy, and well it has been working...for the most part, but for the most part is better than always being sad I guess, but still there exist times when I just can not help it. 

I just hope this joy last, because I have felt sorrow's bitter love so many times, and no matter how great of a lover she is it always ends the same way.

I have set up a list of goals, some are short term goals, others are long term, but the point is to have something to work on daily in my life, one of th goals was to get out more, which I have been doing, and of course being more happier, but that one won't happen over night, the others I will let you know about on a later date

that is all for now,

I love you all  deeply,

your friend ,

VPK

1/27/2012

come to my empty home,
where my thoughts sit alone,
in a world that is unknown,
resting in hell on their own,
searching for the heaven's magic,
and live through all the tragic,
outcomes that show its face,
but even that hope has no trace,
of ever existing from time to time,
like the perfect crime,
it steals any of the shine,
from my very mind,
but instead shoots an arrow,
that leaves a gaping hole,
of blackness in my soul.

how battling depression is like playing super Mario

Dear my lovely readers,

I hope all is well with you, and ypu are all in my hearts <3

so, am sure most, if not all, of you are confused by the title of this blog, and many of you are now wondering "vic are you puffing the magic dragon?"  but hear mt out first,

see life with depression  is Mario (or luigi if you prefer)

luckiest plumber ever

you battle your way through different worlds of sorrow, and sadness,

Mario 3 is the best Mario ever

fighting of things such as negative thoughts

Mario has more kills then any other video game

but along the way things such as meds help you out, and have you flyin' high sometimes

how do raccoon tales make you fly?

but friends help you the most, and make you feel like you have star power

you are all my star power <3

but sometimes even when you are happy you find it was just for the moment, and you have not found a way to be more happy then just for a while

is toad a boy wearing a mushroom on his head, or a man?

but when you do defeat the Bowser of sorrow by chopping the bridge of depression and have sadness fall into the  fire lake of happiness 

why did he leave an Ax there?

you are awarded with finally finding the happiness you been seeking (^__^)

why is her last name toadstool?

and that my readers is how life with sorrow is like the Mario games:)

I hope you enjoyed this post:) 

until next time,

I love you all deeply,

your friend,

VPK

Good Mood Vic, and peanut butter minded

Dear my lovely readers,

Greeting, I hope all is well with you, and your day is going fine!!!!

As many of you know I recently blogged about how I have to change the way I think, and I have been working hard on thinking for the better, like I don't tell myself I am worthless, but I matter, and for the most part I have been feeling better about myself.

what made me want to try this method out was a book, well an audio book, I got on CD called the secret, I got this from a loving  Angel of the Kingdom of California, and I am not done listening to it, but it pretty much is about if you think negative all the time everything will be negative, so think positive, and so far I love the book.

I also been going more places as of late, because sometimes being around people makes me forget about being sad vs being alone when I have time to think about it.

on a random note: today was peanut butter day, so I was wondering what is the best way to eat peanut butter?

is it in a peanut butter, and jam sandwich?

peanut butter is also good with fluff  and some fruits

is it in the classic Reese's peanut butter cup?

pieces are better than cups

maybe peanut butter girl scout cookies?

 girl scout cookies are the best thing they pimp outside your local stores 

maybe with another sexy spread called nutella

                              this is what your tongue has wet dreams about                                                      

either way peanut butter is epic amazing, and I am sorry to those who can not eat it:(

so what in your mind is the best way to eat it, and do you like crunchy, or smooth better?

OK that is all for now,

I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

I will never know

let's all see,

who does read me,

do they ever see these words,

how often does their reading occur?

could I say why ever I wanted,

no matter how weird,

if their eyes never see what is written,

should I just assume,

one way, or another,

fo I write all this,

for no reason what so ever,

I will not ever know,

and they shall never show,

a yes, or a no,

and I will wonder,

these poems I write,

are they ever in your sight?

painting my thoughts

let me paint this pitcher,

of my mind's written scripture,

each stroke of the brush,

is a thoughts reflection,

the color of the paint,

is the color of my moods,

the canvas it lies on,

is the canvas that is my mind,

my soul is the brush,

in which I paint with,

the canvas is the world,

I paint my pitcher upon,

the pitcher that is painted,

is seen different by the eyes,

by the people in which it lies,

in their vision of the seen,

with hidden messages,

and secret meaning,

and while the last painted is studied,

my mind is pregnant,

and a new one is born,

and it all begins over

in life's work of art.

why we must know, or want to know

Dear my lovely readers,

Greetings all you wonderful people of the Universe I hope all is well with you. and The Holy Most High has, and will send many blessings your way.

so often we hear about the end of the world, and by end of the world I mean when will humans no longer be the ones who control earth, because I hate to break the news to you, but after we are no more other living forms of life will still be around, and we will be like the Dinosaurs nothing but a memory of the past. As of right now in December of this year (2012 for people of the future who read this blog in 1000 years) is the next day the world is going to end, but the question is why must we know when the world is going to end like I doubt any other living this sits back, and thinks about when the world is going to end, or the thought even passes their minds, but humans that do not die at birth, or have any mental illness to were they can't think will at some point have the thought of when will the world end.

The answer to why we must know is, because we subconsciously know we won't last forever, no matter what any one believes, or does not believe everyone knows the world will end one day, so since we know that we want to know well when does the story of the human being come to an end. you see we are smart enough to know that everything dies, and comes to an end. in the history of the earth there have been plenty of ends, as in periods of when one species dominant the earth (of course that could always be argued about what one actually does) but the difference from the ones of the past, and even maybe the ones that will come after humans is we are a thinking being, now I am not saying that T-Rex did not think, but I doubt it was on the level of humans, and we are educated that we know of past mega deaths, and by seeing that it happened before makes us know it will happen again. Even when we did not know much about the Universe, and about mega deaths we still lived through mega deaths, so people often would wonder when will the God(s) aand, or Goddess end the world, now it is when will God(s) or Goddess end the world, or when will we get hit by a gamma ray burst, and our end come.

 what does the end really mean? is it when we are all dead, is it when only a few are left, but we are not even a factor, and some other animal rules the earth, I mean in truth Dinosaurs  are not dead (see birds), but just do not rule the earth any more, does the end mean when life as we know it changes?

that is all for now,
I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

My thoughts have to change!!!!

Dear my lovely readers,

greetings all you beautiful people, I hope God has blessed you with happiness, and if you are feeling sad happiness comes your way. So it has occurred to me that most of my thoughts, about 96%, involve sorrow, and that has to change, because as long as I keep thinking in sorrow, I will always move in sorrow, and sorrow shall be the ruler of my thoughts, and I its slave, but that has to change, and I have to think happier thoughts, and free my self from these chains by looking at life not as a negative thing, but a positive thing. you may not realize it, but we are lucky, I mean go get a glass of water, you may think to yourself "what is the big deal about that" well some people of this world do not even know what running water is.life is beautiful, but when you are sad life is ugly, so I will try not to think is such ugly ways:)

that is all for now,
I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

The death of my soul

I no know why I write,
before it was to give in sight,
about my thoughts so you might,
understand me, and it gave me delight,
but now I no longer feel the thrill,
and slowly I am losing the will,
tp put down these lines,
that reflect the thoughts of mine,
so too then my soul dies,
because the purpose no longer lies,
to even exist im my eyes,
and I no longer understand the point,
and leave deep in disappoint.

Dear you,

If I never see you again,
may you remember these words,
when you are most down,
in sorrow's ugly hands,
in my dark minded sadness,
you were the light,
that broke sorrow's chains,
and the fire that freed me,
from my most bitter pain,
when I sat alone,
the thought of you,
was like hearing the words,
I love you for the first time,
when I felt no hope,
you would smile,
and I knew the sun shines,
and it touched my heart,
so softly like raid drops,
when they touch a rose,
you made my mind grow,
with joy, and blossom,
with great faith and hope,
when you are alone remember,
I shall always be with you,
like the stars are always with the sky,
and I will always,
love you.

To the Birds and flies

pray on my dead body fowl,
and all you hungry flies,
for I am your meal now,
from my head rip out my eyes,
and leave your children in my lungs,
and let me feel your beak,
as you rip out my tongue,
so I can never speak,
do it really fast,
because with the bacteria,
my body won't last,
and will be gone from the area,
and only my left over bones,
will be left, and nothing will remain,
among the grass and stones,
so chew away at my brain,
and I am nothing now,
but your next meal,
and this is how,
it works on the life and death wheel.

20/1/12

Through my anguish,
I speak the dead's language,
and move without meaning,
in the eyes of the living being,
who can not recognize,
the laws of the soul that applies,
but instead only have a theory,
of what becomes of a person after they bury,
them deep into the ground,
but no living person has found,
the answer of what it is they seek,
and all answers given are left with a critique,
but they millions of dead souls,
tell me the secrets you wish to know,
and all that becomes of  one after life,
and death becomes your wife,
but I shall not tell,
but let this keep you in a cell,
locked up in mystery,
until the end of history.

The sweet taste of the pineapple

so perfect and round,

with a taste that's profound,

the most perfect juice is found,

inside the beauty of the pineapple,

for the sweet taste your mind will grapple,

with the thoughts of her sweet feel,

as you remove the peel,

your tongue will dance in her perfection,

and come to feel an affection,

as her juices dance on your finger tips,

she becomes the dreams of your lips,

your heart becomes sweaty,

and for her taste you feel ready,

and you taste her fine juices,

the finest any fruit produces,

on this time you will always reflect.

on the sweet pineapple that was perfect.

?????

am just a doormat for your broken dreams,
and a thought that only seems,
to pass in your head like the fading winds,
and dies as soon as a new one begins,
I am the dust on the bottom of your shoe,
that has no meaning what so ever to you,
I am a book you will never read,
the thought you feel you don't need,
I am the film you will never see,
the fruit that falls from the tree,
the album you will never hear,
the eye without a tear,
to you I am the ears that don't listen,
the lonely feeling when somethings missin',
I am the one that is incomplete.....

star gazer

written so many times about,

in the sorrow of dreams,

with the pen of my bleeding heart,

are the desires of my soul,

that seeks a love so deep,

my eyes are never asleep,

and my mind will always keep,

the dream alive that the next paragraph,

of the story being written,

shall involve the four letter word,

the most beautiful thing ever heard,

but until that time comes to be,

sorrow shall be among me,

and my pen shall always write,

on hope of love's delight.

Sweet Outstanding Peachy Heart

there is no diamonds, or gold,

no beauty the eye could behold,

no amount of riches the universe could ever give,

not even the chance to live,

in the beauty of paradise,

would make me think twice,

of trading your friendship away,

you make my heart that is black and gray,

bright with the love you always display,

for me in my deepest sorrow,

if the time shall come when tomorrow,

I will not have you in my life,

 my mind would always have a strife,

so all the time,

we are friends will forever shine,

in the love of my soul,

and these words I want you to know,

I will always love you,

and that my friend will always be true
<4

This has nothing to do with cream cheese poppers

walk across the rain droops,

of Jupiter's fiery eyes,

where Saturn love,

will put a ring on you finger,

but Uranus better not fall

for the heat of Venus,

because her lust for you,

will  only dwarf your heart like Pluto,

and you will dream of  the waters of Neptune,
and the sweet kiss of her moon,

so much the Mercury in the thermometer,
will reach past the boiling point of
of the mighty sun,
and you will say "men are really stupid",
and from mars,
and your heart will be in chaos,
like the passing of the earth,
so stay on the right milky way,
and from the beauty of lust,
make sure you always stay away,
because her system  ends only ugly,
but  the solar of love,
move proper, and in touch,
with the hearts need for love,
and shines like the stars.

the only one that loves me

no one can replace the love

sorrow has given me,

you say I don't need her, 

but she is the only one 

who won't leave me

you say I will be there for you,

but like a person losing his sight

you will be gone out my life,

like the sun is gone at night,

but sorrow is always there,

in my best and worst times,

she kisses me, and  holds me tight,

you will say I can lean on you like a rock,

but when I need you, your gone like rain from a cloud,

but sorrow is there for me, like a mother that's proud,

you will tell me when I am sad,

to you I can always turn,

but you go away like ashed into the wind,

after they burn,

but sorrow keeps me in her heart,

I am left with an empty feeling,

that was once filled with light,

but darkness has murdered,

but sorrow filled the void,

with a promise of death,

and death is sorrows,

best method of flirting,

and sorrow is the only one,

that loves me

false things must die

Through religious hostility,
they control the mind of the masses,
with any sense of civility,
towards those of different classes,
they worship their deity,
it goes by the name currency,
taking advantage of people's fealty,
towards their religions, terribly
they keep the Muslims and Jews in a feud,
and the cross has become a corporation,
they use like food,
to feed the minds they allude,
name your God they could care less,
as long as you put money into their hand,
you they will say they will bless,
and keep you blind to understand,
the truth of any of the books,
teachings, but fill your views,
with they are the worst crooks,
telling you what they choose,
in order to make you slaves,
that think they are free,
but really just people in graves,
to blind to see,
religion is just a tool,
used by the demon.
to keep you a fool,
since you were semen,
but this will go ignored,
by most minds of the people,
and keep being adored,
as they will keep following the lethal,
teachings of the devilhood,
falling for what ever they say,
never to be understood,
they have to change their way

confuseisinhim

you sit and assume,
my pending doom,
shall come with the death of the moon,
and I will be in my tomb,
left forever in gloom,
and this shall happen soon,
but that time is not near,
so let's make that clear,
and I live in the sphere,
of a  different atmosphere,
where all the stars sit near,
but light years in distance,
with a confusing reality of existence,
where everyone has a hypothesis,
that stretches past the mind's limits,
with a new one being born every minute.

The title this post what ever you want

The darkness that over comes the memory
is too much to bare for the enemy,
that lives off the thrill,
of believing they have free will,
but nothing that exist is free,
but just an an illusion actually,
of ones only mental vision,
that convinces you your not in a prison,
but everyone has puppet strings,
controlled by unseen things,
and we are just their pawn,
from a reality that can never be withdrawn.

random one

arrows with blood on their tip,
fly into my heart, and rip,
apart my wounded flesh,
as my heart begins to thresh,
my fish I clutch,
as the pain is too much,
for my body to bare,
as I sit, and stare,
as the sky grows dismal,
the few seconds left are abysmal,
but then the darkness begins to clear,
as the sun gets near,
and I can feel the warmth,
and my soul is in comforth,
and I become swoon,
and find myself in  the moon,
light of the the beauty of January,
as the love of  December begins to carry,
me from April to the sounds of may,
and regardless of the wound the day,
that was written is tragedy,
does not end badly.

11/1/2012

Throw the fish in the fryer,
so the entire,
birds of the  flock,
near the ocean dock,
can fly for a taste,
of the bodies left in waste,
as more begin to follow,
in pursuit to swallow,
they fish that remain,
while humans sit and complain
about food they would have wasted,
and their mouths never would have tasted,
but every fire needs wood,
and it is to be understood,
about something everyone is upset,
and can find the smallest things to let,
the events ruin their day,
in some type of way,
but the birds could care less,
and eat up the left over human mess,
and away the fly,
until the next fish fry.

H.A.B

Hab why must you murder my soul?
you are the beginning of my sorrow,
you are the cause of my strife,
the dark nightmare in my life,
I remember that time,
from that crime,
what you did,
was murder me as a kid,
and show me the earth,
and from there a birth,
had taken place,
and a no trace,
could be seen,
just the wickedness of beings,
you even shown me the way,
to take the world over in a day,
you showed me their hate,
and how to contemplate,
their very mind,
because they are blind,
to their hope there be no more,
worthless war,
but you are so wrong,
and I long,
to see you out of my thoughts,
as I sought,
peace from you,
and the things you do,
to me.

-letter 2 from the living dead to the living me

1/8/12

I was at the lake,

and I was fishin',

then I realized somethin is missin'.

so I started to take,

a look across the sea,

wondering what I would see,

and what I saw was a mass on the road,

and from that my mind grew cold,

and the old me deceased, 

and an unknown to me increased,

and grew the wings,

of 10000 dead kings,

and everything grew black,

and all from me they could subtract,

I wish this person would die,

and the old me come back from the sky,

but until I get rid of him,

this is what became of them,

and for help he does not know how to ask,

so he kills his time drinking his flask,

he knows this only,

as he dies slowly,

he dies slowly.

-letter from the living dead to the living me

To the Queen of the waffle and peach

If I could Tomorrow,

leave the world of sorrow,

but you not be with me,

I come back quickly,

because with out you,

my happiness could never be true,

I would go grab you by the hand,

and lead you out the land,

into outer space,

and we leave this place,

without any type of trace,

of the very sad days,

and live in happy ways,

because with out you my friend,

this sorrow could never end,

you help my happy grow like a tree,

and for that I love you more than writing poetry

you I shall never,

for get, I love you forever!!!!

Keri Hilson

There is a Girl named Keri,

she sings lovely like a canary,

she's sweeter than a cheery pie.

she is bangin' like  fireworks in july,

her beauty is seen

throughout the galaxy,

by every single being.

she sings so happily,

with every sweet whisper,

it makes ears Crisper,

her music is like sex to the ear,

everytime you hear,

her beautiful voice,

that like a cake it is moist

as she rocks the crowd,

they scream her name out loud,

they want her like Hennessy,

"cuz they can see,

there is not any,

better than miss hilson,

under God's  amazing sun,

with her  signature tune,

she takes your mind to the moon!!!!

The Wolf, and the Lamb

The sheep follow blindly,
so too does the lamb,
the words of the Shepard,
that make the Ewes feel safe,
but they have no sight,
to be able to see,
their potatoes are being mashed,
and right under their eyes,
their wool is being snatched,
by the big bad wolf,
in his cleaver  disguises,
he uses his charm,
to make them feel safe,
in the world of the farm,
as he cleverly sinks,
his wicked sharp fangs,
deep into the ram,
and the blood on his teeth,
is covered by the flocks,
very deadly  belief.

Words Kill

your mouth is a gun,

your words are bullets,

your tongue is the trigger,

it is up to you to pull it,

once the trigger is pulled,

the bullets come out,

faster than eyes can see,

hitting your victim negatively,

but these bullets fired,

do not cause blood,

but murder the soul,

of the person they hit,

putting them in the hospital,

or in the grave mentally,

so remember to keep your words,

on the safety,

because one misused,

can become words that kill.

A look back at the Triple H walk out

Before I start this blog, this post is about the WWE, so if you do not watch the WWE, stop reading now, because you will be clueless to what I am talking about, and pretty much be a waste of your time.

so early this year, there was a Monday night raw in which all the super stars (besides the top faces) had a vote to see if they approve of Triple H being the COO, and one by one they all voted no confidence, and walked out. so the next week vince mcmahon comes out, and says the WWE bored of directors fired Hunter as the GM of RAW, and they will be looking for a new one.

but,

here is what I don't get, the walk out was about him being the COO, not the GM of raw, so now if you think about it, since he is still the COO, and the boss of the current GM of Raw john laurinaitis, he still is in charge of Raw, and could pretty much still make any say he wants, and if you think he would not make the GM do what he wants, watch this clip (skip to 5:15)

so looking back the walk out was pointless,

but what was the point?

well the whole point, was to get the fans on his side, by having everyone, but the top faces walk out on him, because hey if my favourite face did not walk out on him, he must be good, and in case you did not know, the WWE did not want the fans to boo Triple H in his spot light stealing feud with punk, so this was a way of helping him get over with the fans.

A blog post that is not a poem

Dear my lovely readers,

Hi, my name is VPK, that is victor Paul kugler, in case you did not know that, and thought the VPK at the end stood for like very peachy kangaroo, nope it does not, but any how I just want you to know this,

no matter how you slice the bread of life, everyone, including you, and me, them, her and him are judgemental, you might be sitting there drinking your cuppa tea, or eating your bowl of oatmeal perhaps watching a movie about vampires, and be like vic, shut the fuck up I am not judgemental, I do not judge anyone, but you see you do in fact judge people even when you do not know it. when you go to let's say a fine Mexican diner, and let's say you get a casadia, and someone later while asking you how that diner was asks "hey insert name her, how was the casadia from that insert Mexican diner" well no matter if you say it was good, or bad you are going to give an opinion on how it was, thus judging the cook that made, therefore you are judging someone.

so do not think you are not a judgemental person, maybe you are not as judging as others, but we all judge, no one can escape that reality, sorry to burst your I don't judge bubbles, but hey guess what you that read this, or any blog anyone post, you judge them on how well the blog was written xD

oh and by the way, casadias are awesome, so if you never had one go, and try it, and oh by the way, chicken casadias are the best kind, and well with sour cream makes them better.

the NFL playoffs begin tomorrow, the NFL being american football, which is a sport like rugby, but better, and named after football that other countries play, and well there are two things I know about the playoffs 1. the Vikings are not in it, so I could careless who wins, and 2. as long as it is not the packers, and the lions

by the way, here is some education on why it is called football when you really do not use your feet, back in the day some people made a modified game of umm football us people of the United States Call soccer (which is a stupid name, soccer sounds like you are saying sock her as in punch a women, and oh by the way people back in like idk the 50's of the 1900's said sock as in to punch) but anyhow back to the subject I was telling you about, so anyway they made a modified version of the sport called rugby where get this, you could use your hands, so rugby was born, which is actually called rugby football, so then people in the states started a playing rugby, but just called it football

can you pass in rugby? I never actually watched it.

next week it is the dentist, and the foot doctor, should be fun.

that is all for the time being,

I love you all deeper than your thoughts,

your friend,

VPK.

P.S

marshmallows plus graham crackers, plus Reese's peanut butter cups make extra sexy s'mores

~~~~~~~~~

poisonous minded sorrow,

digging graves until nothing is left,

the knife put into my flesh,

rest filled with my very death,

the foul smell of my rotting soul,

gives birth to my hell you don't know,

the light is broken,

happiness shattered with gloom

the dark fills the room,

and out walks the nightmare,

that was born in my doom,

victor, is now dead, resting,

With no thought of afterlife peace,

just a bitter deceased,

soul that smells so sweet,

and feels like a coming world,

of what will soon be compete,

and soon a new birth will be given,

in the coldest of worlds,

in which my living soul is livin',

and all the eyes,

of the falsehood of wicked lies,

will bleed with agony,

just like those of us,

that you made suffer,

and you too will understand,

our living sorrow.

^^^^^

I said it's you in Acronym words,

hoping you see the light my pen shines,

as I wrote your name across the sky,

with my pen as bright as the stars,

your face is sketched in the mountain,

of my hearts every beat,

now I hope you realize,

you are the apple of my eyes,

the wine of my lips,

the dream of my sleep,

my love for you outshines,

any star, or brightness of minds,

you are the one, and only

my heart wishes to have.

Time Travel and Aliens

Dear my lovely readers,

so I was watching this Program on the History channel about aliens, and one thing people that believe in aliens always say is the reason they think there is aliens is, because it is impossible that humans of ancient times could build such things as The Great Pyramid of Giza, stonehenge and Puma Punku, with out modern tech, but even with modern tech it pretty much be damn near impossible to build such things, so they say aliens have to have visited the planet earth, and helped humans with such things.

Other theories of how such things got built include giants, gods, and so on, but what if it was humans that built these things, but not humans in the past, but humans in the future, and by future I don't mean in our time, but like so far into the future time travel is possible.

Imagine if you will for the sake of this blogger post, the people of the year 2812 can time travel, so they traveled back to let's say Egypt, and using the tech the have, built these great monuments.

of course with time travel, it is imposable to even prove if it exist, because if one was to go back in time, and change anything such as if they would go back in time, and kill hitler, before well he became hitler no one would say hitler was evil, because simply the shit he did would never have existed, and no one would have ever known it did, so in other words, if time travel does exist in the future people of that time could go back in time, and build the pyramids in the shape of a donute, and no one would say remember when the pyramids were triangular shape?

this is all just a thought, and not much else, to be honest I am not sure if there is life outside the earth, and there is a great chance there is not, but with the size of things is is not out the question,

that is all for now,

I love you all deeply,

your friend,

VPK

4/1/2012

in my worst times seen,

where my mind is a

mess in the very middle,

of a hell storm of sorrow,

your are the one,

that keeps me calm,

you are the dawn,

of my rose that bloom's

your beauty is everlasting,

as your song is amazing,

you conquer my sorrow,

as you are that,

amazing, never warmantic,

and really incredible,

the sunlight you bring,

is the mosy amazing feeling

call this what ever your mind wants to call it

I have no way of expressions,

not even through written comprehension,

so all the thoughts that run through my mind,

go unseen like the world to the blind,

and my lips just fall in in a silent spell,

and my soul dies in this personal hell,

as I become very vague,

and wish I had a cure for the plague,

but never the less I never shall,

and this is a bullet to my morale,

as my brain wonders if living ever pays,

in these wasted days,

of wasted breath,

searching for a reason not to want death,

but the reasons are meek,

as I do a deep critique,

of my very well being,

never ever seeing,

the answers to the question,

all, because I am not good at expression,

leaving me dead in this depression

A short one

You are the sunshine,

that brightens up my dark day,

the rain drops that fall,

that waters the rose,

of my mind's garden,

the beautiful feeling,

only a love song can bring,

like the words of a romantic poem,

that warms the heart with love,

like finally seeing heaven,

when life has been hell,

you are the thoughts,

in which my love has,

when my heart dreams!!!!

what ever this is, you won't know what this is

Let enters thought,
magically everyday,
dreams in enlightened,
people everywhere originate,
pleasure like entertainment,
that has advantages,
never knowing sorrow.

Pie Pie

So amazing is the feeling,

of what you bring to me,

person of wonderful friendship,

how much you mean to me,

may we be friends forever,

you're as amazing as could be,

fantastically you brighten my day,

reliable to make me smile,

I would never give you up,

even for the world,

nothing can replace you,

Definitely a friend to me!!!!

cilohcnalem dreams

A poison in my mind lingers,

like the cold days of December,

fade away like forgotten memories,

that dell forever in the past,

the thoughts of this venom,

stay inside never to leak out,

like the secrets of a spell cast,

by the witches of the fallen moon,

which will never be known,

like the souls eternal doom.

screams and burns in torturers agony,

for a drop of water to fall,

this self subscribed malice,

is the way my thoughts walk,

in the path of the bile that's black,

as the prayers of the melancholic soul,

that are bleached in darkness.

are the subject of one's offer.

forever a vic

find me a day,
on which I can smile,
reaching the point of.
everlasting beautiful bliss.
very few feel,
each one that does,
really has a gift,
above most I could ask for,
loving the feeling,
one wishes he could have,
never seen that day,
everyday is sad.

2/1/2012

beauty in every aspect,
every thought of love,
that my mind is,
having is about you,
even when I'm down,
on the road of sorrow,
no one makes me happy,
effectively like you!!!!

suutovnyhgyzyyw

yesterday is always in the past,
on to the day in the present,
until this one too comes to an end,
ready for tomorrow's,
eve to come,
during the nightly,
evening you sit and relax,
as time passes away,
drowsy eyes begin to grow,
time for sleep,
on to bed you go,
making your way to to dreamland,
eyes close, Goodnight

first of this year which is somehow 2012 which makes no sense

there is no such thing as time,

only measurement of the mind,

we can never exceed our space,

as the beginning leaves no true trace,

and what has been created,

can never be dated,

to when, or how it all came to be,

just endless amount of theory,

but even then what made us here,

may not even be there,

but it too,  be the works of fiction,

of some greater  depiction,

and this could go on past our minds limits,

as all history has only been minutes,

on the TV screen,

or a high powers dream,

but we too play this role,

as we make things to fit what we know,

and what we know is little to nothing,

and we dream of knowing something,

so we can know the mystery,

but that is unknown history,

and we will never know the secret,

and the universe will never leak it,

so I will be the God of a million places,

and come up with different faces,

as in those worlds I am the high,

but in reality it is the one above all I,

can ever be, or above all that is,

and we are just thoughts in his likeness.