He said it was a hole in the ground. I've never seen a bomb shelter before, but a hole in the ground was too bland for my mind's eye. In my head I pictured an underground building fortified with steel walls and long corridors that stretched into the dark beyond. The shelter would have multiple rooms with vaulted doors and graffiti canvased walls. The shelter would would have rusty hinges and every sound would reverberate for heartbeats into the future.

..and then I found myself looking at a hole in the ground and forgot about what a bomb shelter should look like. It was 2am and this hole was more frightening to me than the elaborate bomb shelter blue-print I had constructed in my mind.

In the dark on a hill overlooking the city lights of Orem I stood with my friends and stared into the hole with the old, vertical re-bar ladder leading into the shadowed cavern below. A conversation similar to this ensued:

"Well, get down there, Nick. You're the one who's supposedly not scared of anything."

"My back is completely exposed to any hobo that wants to jump out of nowhere and shank me to death while I climb down the ladder, Dill Hole."

"You're the Dill Hole, Dill Hole. You said you would go first on the way here."

"That was before I knew it was the perfect setting for a hobo stabbing scenario!"

"I told you it was a hole in the ground, dude."

"Yes, you definitely said that. But, you neglected to mention that I would be turning my back on a hoard of blood thirsty hobos for the fifteen foot descent into the shelter!"

"We could have a gun, Bro. They don't know that we don't have a gun. Hobos aren't stupid. They survive by assuming every punk on the street is packing heat."

"There's fifteen hobos crouching below us right now that just heard you say we don't have a gun, genius. You're going first now."

"I didn't say we don't have a gun. WE HAVE A GUN, YOU FILTHY HOBOS!"

"Now you've got them all riled up, Brian. I'm definitely not going down there now."

"What the Hell, dude!? Just grab my legs so I can lower my head below the lip and look around."

...

...Brian was stabbed 13 times in the face that night. He died instantly...3 days later.

Or at least I wish that's what happened. The truth makes a far less entertaining ending.

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED!!!:
We all pussed out and went on a different adventure that I will tell you NEXT TIIIIIIME!!!

THOUGHTLESS

My mind is a tomb,
Thoughts form and die
Behind my eyes,
Because i realize
Thought process
Just might possess me.
A brief confession,
This thought repression
Is obsession.
Don't get the wrong impression.
My mind is my enemy,
It's the part of me
That triggers my depression.
When these memories
Get ahold of me
I get hypnotized
By the pretty lies.
In the magic of
Those sights and sounds
I drown.

"God or Jesus, Please, Let me know
When my heart beats it's last
Where will my soul go?"..


While the light leaves my eyes
And my blood ceases flow
I watch from the corner
Til I'm dead then I go.
Slowly, so slowly
I slip through the ceiling
And watch the world drift away
Like a kite on a string.
I slide through the clouds
And watch that ocean of white
Grow fainter and fainter
Then fade into night.
The sun fades from view
And I float in the dark
Like a buoey in the ocean
surrounded by sharks.
I'm alone with my thoughts
And my soul starts to fear
Then an echo through space whispers,
"Be still. I am here."
The stars begin to shift
As my soul starts it's race
Past nebulas and galaxies
Through wormholes in space.
Lightyears fly by
Like headlights at night
Then my momentum slows
As the horizon gets bright.
As I break through the clouds
My vision is blurred
By tears of pure joy
And a whisper is heard,
"Your journey has ended
And a new one begun
Welcome back home
I've missed you, my son."

He's like the moon, I know
He's watching me, Carefully
Inspecting me
From far away
I feel his gaze, Holding me
And penetrating to my soul
Ceaselessly, Yet patiently
And lovingly I sense him
Watching, Waiting
From somewhere deep in Heaven
From a different plane of space
With billions more to tend to
I can sense his warm embrace
When it's quiet in my heart
And my mind is calm at ease
I can feel the deepest love
So strong it drops me to my knees

Intro

It's 6am, and no I have not slept yet. My mind is foggy, but it's the weekend and I strongly believe in squeezing the life out of every second of free time afforded me. Also, I find that some of my best writing is accomplished when rational thought is cast aside and delirium coaxes the mind to paths seldom pondered.

Astral Travels

Ride the light
I am a pilot without sight
I know where I'm going
Though there's no way of knowing
When I'll get there
But, I'll get there
Unprepared and unaware
Drinking in this cosmic air
Never dreamed I'd feel so free
Disconnected mind and body
Please, Please, Please
Let death be so sweet
when I'm wearing my skin
I feel incomplete
Heaven is near
I can see it from here
Answers are only a heartbeat away
My fingers are reaching
for forever ahead
I feel a tug in my chest
As I'm pulled back to bed
By a thread.