A pounding of chests, deafening roars,
fists sent flying, a table gracefully soars
overhead. Unconscious bodies litter the floor
Voices shouting, screaming for more.
Each caught short by those willing
to answer their request- The stage keeps filling.
A ringleader stands, immediately known.
chairs are hurled, bottles are thrown.
all hell breaks loose.

Kicking ass, taking names,
living free amongst the flames.
He lets free a kick to one brawler's face,
spins around, setting the pace
of the bar fighter's melody.
each hit simply speeds up the beat.
each blow given is the bass,
every hit taken causes the chorus to race.

The glint in his eye reveals a peek at the reason
that keeps him moving, keeps his veins from freezing.
It's hidden in the glimpse he makes to the bar door,
where a woman stands, her feelings sore.
He looks back and the beat again speeds
as once again the man's pride feeds
upon what one fool in the crowd here
felt like letting his ego get rowdy.

So the beatings continued, and the conductor rages
beating the drums that keep the chaos staged.
Foot-beat on table-top fills the room, keeping tempo.
each man feeling no fatigue as long as the beat keeps- OH!
it will never end! They feel it burn in their souls!
In a sea of pain, as far as the eye can see, and all the while
each face is covered with a hysterical smile.

A woman's voice- "Stop! DEAR GOD, PLEASE STOP!"
and all at once the fighting halts, the ringleader on top.
"There's no need to keep fighting... his words bore
no meaning... honest... please don't fight any more"
The men all look at each other in a dejected manner.
fists lower- the feeling of fun has died.
The conductor hops down, step filled with pride,
collects the woman in his arms and marches out of the bar,
kisses her passionately, and they both drive off in his car.

The men reluctantly shake hands
as they turn back time's sands.
reset the tables, re-right the chairs,
drink a few more, comb back their hairs.
hours pass in an intense quiet.
a few more moments, and they may riot.
"You know... your mother wears hiking boots"
"Well I don't much care for your family roots"
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"

And like the coyote caught by the hen
the bass drum begins beating again.
-Just seems to go to show,
no matter what women think they know
about men- we are complicated
 in how unsophisticated,
how simple, how primal our pleasures really are;
or how we can take something like "pride" so far
and enjoy every bloody moment of it.

Satirical grin 'cross my face,
living life at my own pace.
I see them, every "man", every hack,
waiting for their own friends' back.
You want what you've had, care not the harm
you've caused past loves with hollow "charm"
Oh, you miss them, of that I'm sure.
For your selfish ego has no cure.
But I am a fair man, that is true,
a one-time offer i extend to you.
I will leave you to your disgrace,
so long as I never again must see her face,
with all the streaking tears she cries
from your insensitive lies.
Remember now, I am amused still
by the shamelessness of your will,
so play your games with others' hearts.
But, mind you, don't stray into these parts
of the woods. For if I find you starting again.
You'll be shown as the woman, in a fight of men.

A boy waiting for a bus leaving town,
head hung low, rain falling down.
Interrupted in his thinking,
as a man sat beside him, drinking.

The boy looked over, looking stern,
from feet to knees to eyes, in turn,
noticing the glasses, and the cane,
out of place in such a rain.

"What's the matter, you sunken soul?
look like you crawled out from some hole"
the drunken blind man whispered low,
each word slurred and spoken slow.

"Well you reek of bourbon and rum,"
the boy snapped back, and regretted it some,
his eyes fell again toward the ground,
waiting for the yelling sound.

But the blind man just laughed and chugged once more,
"Don't know what yer yellin' for,
you cant be more than just a lad,
you're problems can't be so bad"

"You don't know me, you drunken fool,
nor how I've been used as a tool,
nor my broken heart that plagues me so,
or any of my other reasons for me to go."

The blind man scoffed a little and went on to say
"Of course I don't know you're way,
but how can you complain to me
of things you think that shouldn't be?"

The boy grew angry and his words grew wild
"You speak down to me, like some upset child!
Like my problems are all just in my head."
with this last sentence the boy's cheeks grew red

"But that's just it, can't you see?
that's exactly how it's come to be.
In your head you've given up,
like some small and injured pup."

The boy looked up from his feet,
so his and the blind man's would meet,
with hurt eyes the boy said "There's no one for me to find"
scoffed the drunkard "and they call me blind"

Flying high,
running dry.
Don't you know I'll never die?

Walking far,
long-lost star.
A soul that no bars can mar.

Missing lore,
wanting more.
What else could be left in store?

Fate that bends,
it all depends
on how long before this ends.

Spent my life trying to figure out who I am by what I am, figured I might try by figuring out what I'm not:

I'm not a student- I do not learn
I'm not a son- I cannot grow
I'm not a citizen- I cannot fulfill my duties
I'm not a boyfriend- I cannot always be there
I'm not a man- I lack the strength I seek
I'm not a friend- I cannot help
I'm not lost- I cannot be found
I'm not found- I've been lost too long
I'm not an angel- I do not deserve wings
I'm not a devil- I cannot enjoy sadism

I'm none of these things,
I'm Brian Hackett,
Know me for that

Give my wandering heart wings to fly,
and let the world pass it by.
flapping in motion so slow,
as it soars up from down below

let my home be naught but in my mind,
something left so far behind.
Let it change into this road,
the asphalt my humble abode.

Tell me not my life's reason,
commit not to me this treason,
Like your cards, let me not know,
chest your mit, don't let them show.

These legs won't stay still,
I lack the lazy will,
I have much time to kill,
and only my own shoes to fill.

Give me peace,
to say the least.
Give me war,
and ask no more.

Give me a cell,
and I will call it hell,
give me room to roam,
and I shall call it home.

Ever seen what happens if you leave two really bored people with a videocamera? No........ its not porn! we just got bored and came up with some really random shit, its not up yet but im prolly gonna stick some on soon

Ok, this morning at 4 o'clock i smashed my head real good and started bleedin' all over the place! what a week! bad things come in 3's... crap! i need a fall out shelter!

    This sucks, hurt my shoulder the other day, fell down on frozen ground off a 4-foot retaining wall, twisted, and smashed it. Doc thought it was seperated when he checked the x-rays, but the radiologist took a look and said i just damaged it, treatment is exactly the same so *shrugs* 2 weeks of sling and ice, no parkour, no gym, no working out... damn that sucks, lol, could be worse