Wayward Soldier (What we did in class on Monday Nov 17. This is what I came up with.)

But in the midst of their nightmarish crossing of this region
Hope still shone through the darkness.
Rather casually he scooped up four new crustaceans
And threw them on the grill.
He carried his gun through moss covered trenches
and shot down any enemy that crossed his path.
An eerie arrangement of buffalo and human skulls placed around slender stakes
Surrounds the field where the heard grazes.
His face was caked with mud
And his hands were dripping with blood.
The number of people ha had killed were many
and his wife would not be happy.
Triumphantly discovering a new whippoorwill
He was able to take leave.
He set his eyes on the homeward horizon.
The day had come at last.

Think?

How do people think? It's a weird concept. We have this thought process, and yet, we only use 10% of our brains? How are we supposed to develope our potential, if we can't even use all of our brain? If we could use more than 10% of our mental capabilities, shit, we could do what Criss Angel does. That's how he gets into people heads, he has accessed more than 10% of his brain. Think of all the geniuses we'd have running around, hell, we might even find a way to stop global warming.
Think of all the great scientists. Einstein for one. People thought he was crazy. Was he? No. He had just accesssed more than 10% of his brain, and I'm sure more could have been unlocked.
I mean, sure, not everyone can unlock that other 80%, but they can try. Some who do, drive themselves mad, others become great scientists, or like Criss Angel.
Think about it people. Think about how you think.

The Second Hand Ticks Slowly On

Time Passes.
It passes slowly, and it passes rapidly.
Life seems to go by slowly most of the time.
Only moving faster when danger is around, or if something forces adrenaline to take over.
Life passes so many people by as the walk along, worrying about how to get through the day, and how they will support their familes.
People never take the time to do fun things with their familes, and when they do, they fight.
Every minute ticks by as people think about how to make more money, and that minute of life is lost.
Every minute that is wasted worrying about things is a minute of life lost.
The clock of life ticks on, and when that clock finally stops, how will your life have been spent?
The second hand ticks slowly on.
How have you spent your life?