What to Write

Expression of the mind and body. Expression to just write what's in and what's out. Expression just to express. There is nothing that I can think of that can be more rewarding and valuable than to just write. Just WRITE! It isn't that hard. Freewrite, rap, sing, write an essay, write a poem, write a novel, write a short story, just write. Express who you are as an individual, a lover, a fighter. Write. Write something about you. Write something that defines you. Amke it metaphorical, say it in plain black and white. Just write it out. Let your fingers and your pen do the talking. Distractions and pain, success and victory, write. Just write, I say. Write in languages, write in verbatin, write in words, write in gibberish, write, write, write. What goes on your mind? Answer to me in a written form. Write to repeat, write to reiterate, write to regurgetate. You have the right to write, so write, just write, and express.

Passin' the Time

Just texting away on the phone with a close friend of mine, watching the television set, and just relaxing with a couple of roomates. Nothing, don't feel a sense of urgency of any sort. I should. There is a ton of things to do. Always, but I don't feel it. Why? I could be doing homework, be more proactive, study for my checkride... I just don't know... I guess that's what the weekend is for!

Lost Expectations

Goals and Dreams are always satisfied with persistence and effort. They can be reached no matter how high they may lie, just never give up. However, Love is the one thing that cannot be achieved through such methods. A shame to believe that persistence and effort are the only codes I live by with consistency of each breath I take. Love is that one element I don't think I'll ever understand. A shame that I have chosen some of the types that are impossibly even-fathomable that I may even had a chance. A shame that I picked one and found that I only get shot down once again. A shame to think that I only float in the acidic floods, and not even bother to swim, just letting my legs burn off beneath me. A shame. A shame. I don't know if its just my desire to feel actually loved or accepted by someone of the oppposite sex, or if its just my hunger to experience a solid relationship. But definitely my effors have gone to fault over incorrect possibilities that only amount to useless dreams. If its one thing that i can finally let down, which I have never said before, its Love.

Cloudy Night, Shade me from the Light

Howling winds freeze on my nose, as the the clouds above me shadow me in darkness. I can only gaze up, even though the only visiblility is cloud formations against the night sky. I only begin to imagine an IFR approach. So perfect, with the cloud- layers just barely above minimal requirements. I flirt with them. I stare at them winking at them, because they know that I have practiced with them before. Landed countless times through them, with their mysterious obscurities. They gave me challenges, and they gave me moments of success. These clouds do nothing but try to show me that sometimes being without sight, provides the best insight. And now they harvest my eyes without the moonlight. Shading me from the cowardice of the moon. They give me courage to once again try through them. Droplets dance on top of my face, and the bumps of the clouds massage my back as I float with the cool breeze back to reality. They are going to be here for awhile. For awhile, they will have me mature.

Motivated to Achieve

Desire to achieve fulfills me. Every breath I take releases a sense of urgency to rush for a touchdown. Every step leads me closer to achieve what has been flying in my dreams for the past nights. I cannot sit through a class without thinking about what has engulfed me. This fire, this passion, I only let myself fall into it. I cannot move anywhere without it, I can't live unless I have it. Yes. I have been stopped. I have been shot down weeks ago, but now is no time for recuperation. It is time to win. It is time to arise from the white sheets, pull out the IV and start pumping the weights, refueling the plane, and warming the engines. It is time. I'm done sleeping, I am done. Never will I ever let myself up.

Relaxed

I guess it only took two hours at the gym today to lift up this aggression that has been bubbling up inside me. I finally was able to alleviate the pain and the madness that has beenblinding my ability to think clearly. Now, with my body releasing the pain and anger, I am left much more exhilerated to work and study, and just enjoythe fresh and crisp Prescott atmosphere. I recieved news that I may not be able to fly this Wednesday, which does bum me out, yes, but that's okay. It just gives me more time to prepare and get in the grrove of flying and school once again. I'm much more relaxed and I am finally able to breathe once again.

Aggressive Hostility

Ring my hands and interlock them around his neck. He's suffocating, and he's gasping for air. Veins start forming indents in his skin, and his face starts burning red. No, its not enough. Not enough to suffice me, not enough until I see what I want to see. I desire for red, bloodshed, spilling out his eyes mixed in with the bitter taste of his tears. His eyes force out of his sockets, and tongue bursts out of his mouth. He gasps and falls.
I now stand with my mind ablazed. Consumed by aggression itself, burning, injecting its black venom as it flows through my arteries and capillaries. My skin deteriorated, and my bones covered in black, oozing with aggression. Every step taken, left a fiery footstep behind me, and every breath devours the air with a mix of fire, and the sky pours gasoline and toxins.
Who can stop this blindness to kill? Who will withstand this power and desire for blood? Who will destroy and prevent this savage from eating after years of hunger?
None.

Poetry

What's on your mind kid?
Poetry
What you trying to write about?
I can't tell...there is something though
Well write it then kid
I'm trying, it just aint comin out right, I wanna write about the night
Well I think you tring to hard for insight
Well, that's my plight
You ready for the fight
I definitely aint gonna go for a flight
Are you singing for the light
Are you rappin for what's right
That's right, Im tight with the right
Loose with what's wrong, that's why I write songs
They laugh
Laugh,laugh,laugh at me
Suffocating at their own enjoyment
I refuse to stop
Look at now, I'm comin for the top

Changes

These things happen everyday, at every breath. As humans, we are met with new challenges and faced with new obstacles every step we take closer self-fulfillment, and even then, changes never die. Adaptation, adaptation that tests Darwin's theory of the "survival of the fittest". Who amongst us can take these changes? Who can be with one and move to another?
The transition is going to be more than just tough. The rain is going to pour, and the thunder is going to cast with its mightiest force. Will I yell back? Will I be ready?

Last Moments with a Professional Pilot

The ride down was nothing but fun. Pulled out my good ol' homework and worked on it in the car while I "dropped eaves" on to the pilot's conversation. The pilot said I was an excellent student, and said it with pride and charisma, I couldn't help but blush away into my papers.
We drove into the late morning bright, trampling over levels of dirt and small debris, as I was completely dumbfounded by how such a small car can take a beating while carrying 3 men. Almost reminded me of what life I had unfolded getting to know this pilot.
We then pulled away from the car, and strapped on our gear. I noticed the pilot packed a ton of fluids, some food, and his weapons-of-choice, a sharp blade with a silenced gun. Almost envious of his gear, I carefully stowed away my papers and books, and put on my back some spare clothes and some drinks. Felt a little unprepared. The pilot had always come ready to fly and I couldn't help but always compare myself to his standards. He would innately motivate me, without even knowing it.
We then began the journey. We hiked down slowly but surely, laughing and enjoying the light trot we held. Soaking in the beauty that God has made for us that day, discussing the mysterious futures, and traversing backwards through the past, the day was perfect. The pilot was filled with excitement and reminiscence, as I looked up at him under his wing, I knew that we will never be denied.
We took camp at the bottom. The stream grew to a thunderous fall, so mighty, so powerful. I couldn't help but become awestruck at the sites. And the pilot pulled out his cigar, his last one that he kept for the one day that he new would be special. The pilot lit it up, and inhaled with a breath of relaxation and content. And he passed it down to me. Knowing it was his last one, I was a little hesitant; however, I couldn't resist my curiousity. I wasn't going to deny the pilot of his captain over me. And I tried. I tried a ton of things. The pilot even let me at a shot of his gun. Carefully teaching me to maintain safety and also have fun, just like all those days in the airplane.
The pilot readied himself for a dip in the stream. I had to join him, finalize that last rush of escapading waters, have that last bit of taking a bite at becoming a commercial pilot under his comforting wings. We blitzed through the water stones in the bottom, gnawing and scratching and butting at the pilot's and his students bodies, as we laughed our way enjoying the turbulence and bumps.
The hike up edged on. The pilot was ahead as usual, of the trail, the aircraft, and me. But he still maintained his pace of progression, innately motivating me again to catch up, and to never fall back again.
I drifted away into a dream. The day was falling into an end, and my time with the pilot was at its last moments. He kept me comforted and strong throughout it all. Always supportive, always ready to teach and humble me. This pilot is incomparable. His knowledge massive as the mountain, his skills ferocious as the falls, and his friendship more valuable than all the gold... I will miss this professional pilot. I will teach as he, and I will never forget to wave into the skies.

Silence

Hush, quiet! Meditate and hear the voice of Silence. He is yelling at you, so blatantly telling you to simmer down. She is whispering in your ear to calm your fiery blaze.

Hush, quiet! Surrender to the power of Silence. Give up your desires and temptations, and just settle your selfish ambitions.

Hush, quiet! Ignore the firing tribulations, ignore the storms, ignore the turbulence, ignore the clouds.

Hush, quiet! Hush... Let Silence clamour and thunder on your brainstorm.

Optimism

I lay here, with all my weather books laid out over my bed. I roll around under my covers, enjoying how the soft rivets and warm ripples of my blanket softly caresses my arms and my legs. I smell the aroma from my neighbors' cooking mixed with the stench of my old clothes left unwashed. I stare at my blank TV that's not even hooked up to an outlet, my hats all organized with shape and color coordination, my books and clothes none stacked up and hung, the weights that have been collecting dust, and the garbage of orange peels, beef jerky, and pieces of chips ransacking my room from the top of my bed drawer to the door. I can only laugh at the idea that I will clean this mess out tomorrow after my morning jog.
I walk over to my window, pressing my warm mind against its cold pane. Gently pressing my forehead against it, I gaze into the skies above me. Stars form the Courageous Leo, the Stealthy Scorpio, and the Mighty Orion. I think nothing, but only of their valiant features and their heroic attributes. They rule the galaxy with might and force, and sparkle their characteristics of charisma and faith onto this Earth for those like me, who wish to exactly the same.
I pull back to close the blinds. I then see a reflection of me, a young man. I see a troubled and angry man, scorning into the night, with his face scrunched up with waves of frustration and and eyes focused with aggression. I take a silent roar behind my gritted teeth, and the window reacts with a mist, removing this aggression. As it slowly disappears, I see the glimmer of the stars, those heavenly constellations. And they moved, moved to outline something of a face. A face of serenity and passion. A face of leadership and compassion. A face of joy and optimism. A face of a man, a face that supercedes my own reflection.