A crow speaks loudly.
Bringing death destruction pain.
A simple kindness.
Author: frog3
HAHahA
Do you like the outdoors and having fun on the weekend? Well that is just to %$^#& bad. Carl Cooper, Headmaster of Ojai Valley School Upper Campus, recently turned what had been a swell hike with myself and several friends into an irrational annoying ordeal. The story is simple as all tragic tales are.
Saturday, mid afternoon, we hiked technically off” campus by following the riverbed that begins at the Barn. The hike was fun a simple excursion filled with such wonders as cool soothing water and delicious mini waterfalls. Alas upon our return whom was waiting there? Mr. Cooper.
So he appeared quite angry, with me in particular, he had “caught” me returning from a hike before, this “crime” was the second such indiscretion. Mr. Cooper for the second time told me no one was allowed to hike upon that river bottom without express permission from the property owner. Now looking back that is simply not true.
Mr. Cooper’s anger with me (and the people I was with) stemmed from the fact that we did not ask him if we could go on the hike. He had once even said that I could take people on hikes as long as I asked him. The reason of not having permission from said property owners makes no sense to my feeble, young, mind. I ask simply for what I consider a rational explanation.
Clipped Wing
Walking down to the field.
Will such pride be brought o heel.
Prison a room, prison a sky.
Whom is the man whom wonders why?
It is not him, he forces the chain.
Whom causes a free bird such pain?
Clip wings, back lashed.
I suppose we should have walked back.
The bird was free, or so it thought.
Wings broken, a bird rot.
Wilson Hops On
The frog, snow-white, hopped peacefully from rock to rock, not knowing what he was destined for. That would change, soon. The gods came down angrily daring to catch Wilson, the snow-white frog. He leapt under mountains and into valleys, yet the gods were persistent alternating terrain to capture this chosen frog. And catch Wilson they did, he struggled croaking in fear pleading to his captors but to no avail. They carried him out of the sacred grotto, Wilson believed himself to be a dead frog, a frog that would croak to early. Instead the gods set Wilson down via a golden sliver of light and simply said “ hop on.”
Divided?
The brain has split, who can it be?
Must it be the one that everyone sees.
The false mask laughs and carry ons.
The true wonders where it went wrong.
From day of birth, to its gravestone day,
One side wonders why it should stay.
So many ways to see the end.
But where and how would it begin.
Water, smoke, fire, or lead,
The result the same, one side dead.
The other says no way, please don’t try.
But he says whom would care if you die?
Why even spin?
Rock green-blue floats in the sky.
Does it spin for nothing; or keeps hope alive?
When a speck breathes; whom decides to care?
When a speck dies; is he really there?
Fighting for rocks to power great things.
Is it worth all the pain?
The great ones have said yes and made it so.
Why should one toil, no one seems to know.
The heart will beat, decades will pass.
The heart’s beat will stop, it will never last.
Gathered around to see ones deeds.
Is that what a dead soul truly needs?
Russia $#%^# Up
Russia has violated the territorial integrity of Ukraine by using force and overt threats. Russian troops now occupy Crimea, a southern region of the Ukraine, home to a large population of ethic Russians. The western world, which includes NATO (North American Treaty Organization) and the EU ( European Union) have denounced this territorial violation as unacceptable and a detriment to world peace.
The official Russian explanation is that Crimea is home to a population of mostly ethnic Russians (which is true) whom wish to join Russia and that Russian troops are only there to protect millions of ethnic Russians. Meanwhile the Russian military remains in control of civilian and government building in Crimea.
Vladimir Putin, the president of Russia, says that Russian troops will only
remain in Crimea until the political stability of the Ukraine is stable. I believe that to be a lie.
The background of this conflict is obviously closely connected to the Ukraine Revolution which occurred when Viktor Yanukovych, refused to sign an agreement which would allow the Ukraine to join the EU. Now with the Revolution over and Yanukovych,
out of office the provisional Ukrainian Government wishes to join the EU.
I believe that Putin will attempt to absorb the rest of the Ukraine into Russia in order to prevent the Ukraine drifting from a Russian influenced nation into a EU influenced nation. Putin’s excursion in the name of protecting ethic Russians is nothing but a sham.
Faster Than Light, run or die
Space-time is fun time as I always say. That is why I have learned to love the game Faster Than Light also know as FTL. FTL is a real-time strategy game where one must successfully navigate to the end of a danger filled galaxy. In FTL you control a ship and its crew whom are attempting to flee from the evil rebel fleet. While you can get away for sometime at the end of the game you will eventually be forced to fight a final rebel ship. Not that I would know anything about that.
The game received much attention because of its mind-boggling difficulty. There is only two difficulty modes easy and normal; they might as well be renamed hard and extremely hard. I have played easy and normal and on easy I have yet to even make it to the third stage of the game. Now while trying to play FTL is hard enough it also incorporates permadeath. Permadeath, in this instance, is when your ship is destroyed game is over and you have to start all. Countless times have I seen my ship and crew destroyed while I furiously tap my keyboard in anger.
For anyone looking for something new and a challenge I highly recommend the space faring game FTL.
The Three Beasts
On an iron beast that does not smoke.
Where it goes I do not know.
The ride took quite a bit of time.
I waited for the awful chime.
To signal where the ride would end.
Waiting for the Judas friend.
The friend was large and quite a whale.
He told us all to go to hell.
Lurching but staying on the same path.
Not wanting to face realities wrath.
Soon I and another got up and off.
On the last treacherous stop.
Another stopped once we were done.
And ended our terrible mechanical wrong.
A nice steed large and white.
Carried us into the night.
What exists?
Why move forward to touch the sky?
Can good be good, if bad isn’t bad?
What leads one to become mad?
Down the rabbit hole and through the suck.
Must one always travel through the muck.
Red,blue,black and white.
When the sun goes down why is it night?
Pain and pleasure always mixed.
Is the dying junking not entitled to his fix?
Left for dead, his loved ones gone.
He thinks where he went wrong.
Whom is to say if he failed?
Life is such a tough sale.
Coursing through the hate and love.
He prays for a better life above.
OVS Journalism Blog 
You must be logged in to post a comment.