The Changeing of Views (From this millennium)

 

   Something that for a long time has caused wars and crumbled cites. Though we are all people we have lacked for the most part the strength to stand behind those who live life differently than us, or who choose to believe something that we may not. Everyone is allowed to be who they are and they shouldn’t be judged for living a different path then you would have chosen. People always say they hope for world peace and really this goal is not unattainable. If everyone were free to live how they choose, and believe what they want without harming themselves or other people then we would have just that. As time goes on our generation have become more and more accepting of minority things and a big part of this is understanding that what someone else chooses to believe in or their way of life does not affect you why does it matter? A hot button topic for me is same sex marriage I fail to see why the hell it is such a problem. People could create a religion where people worship cows and sleep 5 days a week and claim to be a worship group that is only nocturnal so you have to go to mass in the middle of the damn night and it would be less of an issue then a same sex couple getting married. Why should someone else have the ability to dictate what these people do with their lives? I’m pretty sure nowhere in the bible does god say he gave people the right to decide what they think is best. HELLO!? Anyone need a prime example? Hitler. Same idea. Except he was ONE person that amassed an army to follow him. Leave the damn people alone, you don’t like the idea of same sex marriage? Fine, you are completely entitled to your opinion. But QUIT trying to shove your damn bible down their throats. Maybe they really don’t care what some PEOPLE wrote however many thousands of years ago on what MAN interpreted as ‘”God’s Word” because I for one am not particularly a religious person but if god is really that judgmental which I doubt he is since if you believe the bible he created EVERYTHING. Then I don’t want to go to heaven anyways because that is not the kind of person I am. Sorry, not sorry. Alright, Alright my rant is over. My point to all of this was despite the two types of religious people in this photo, have a good variation of beliefs the set them apart from each other. There are Christians guarding the Muslims while they are in mass and again there is a photo where it is the opposite Muslims guarding Christians in mass. Do they believe the same thing? No. Does it matter? Obviously not.

 

Their Happily Ever After

This is my mom and dad

Now happily married and in love

Both with smiles that touch their eyes

A moment before I was a thought

Before I existed and my life not in their plans

My mom with a full head of curly brown hair

And a crown of fake pearls and tulle

My dad with a head of dark hair

That today is a heavy mix of salt and pepper

This is a time before aging

When time wasn’t really much of a thought

This is where I come from

Something that I one day can only hope to have

A love that is endless,

even though it has overcome struggles over the years 

And as of this past November 9^th, 23 years in the making

The Guest of Lonesome Drive (Scare Tactics)

I never wanted to come back to begin with. I left this place a long time ago for a reason but Aunt Day had passed away a few months ago and her will stated that her house in Lonesome Springs would be passed down to me, the only blood relative left. Thus far I had avoided any reason to visit the place that had haunted my childhood nightmares, I know they were only childish fears but the house is unsettling just the same. Releasing a short breathe Evan rested his head against the car window eying the surrounding dilapidated forest with complete mistrust as the woods sped by. Finally after another 45 minutes on their ride to nowhere, the cab rolled to a stop at the end of gravel drive and the driver turned to Evan. “Here’s your stop. 6262 W. Lonesome Drive.” Grumbling Evan slapped his fair into the cabby’s hand before dragging himself out of the backseat dragging his small suitcase with him. With a pat on the hood of the cab the driver pulled a U- turn and disappeared back done the uneven road they followed to his aunt’s house. “Home again after all this time…” His eye scanning the sorry excuse of a house, the siding peeling off and rotting from its nails where the underbrush around the house had grown up to the height of a small child. The ugly rope like vines threading themselves in and out of the floor boards on the porch and around the short pillars of it railing. Slowly making his way around the front of the house toward the front door her allowed the childish fears from his past to come flooding to the forefront of his mind. 

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“Auntie, Auntie why do you always complain about being lonely? A little version of Evan questioned as he sat eating his cereal at the worn oak table. “What do you mean E? I just get a little lonely once in a while because our nearest neighbors are miles away. Auntie likes being by herself out here, the quite is nice most of the time. Tilting his head sideways he looked up at her. “But you’re not alone? You have the boy in the wall….”

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Shaking his head he placed the worn key into the lock and twisted giving the door a heavy push until it gave in swinging open with a creak. His aunt had managed to convince him it was just his imagination and that most kids his age had imaginary friend. She said she understood how a young kid might find life in the wood lonely and wasn’t at all surprised at his sudden imaginary friend. He swore he wasn’t making it up. Over and over but his aunt always tsked him for stories and sent him off to play in his room or outside. If he had really believed what his aunt had said was the truth he knew the house wouldn’t still freak him out to this day but he also believe maybe his aunt had been trying to convince herself as well as him that there was nothing strange about her home. The unsettling feeling began to sink into his bones once again as she slid inside the door into the blackness running his hand along the fall for the light switch. He sucked in a sharp gasp and the air turned frigid and when his hand finally food the light switch. Even in the dark he could feel there was already one there.