Ok, so as far as I know I get bothered when my girlfriend, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, calls me. She figures that she is annoying me or taking time out of my BUSY schedule to talk to her! SHE IS MY SCHEDULE!

I mean It gets me so pissed and sad when I hear say stuff like "talking to me doesnt matter" or almost blatantly telling me she is a waste of my time! What the Fuck!?

She has bad days I'm sure, but we all have our shit-cycles and our bad expieriences...you need to take them and deal with them either privately or publicly (and that means you should let people help you! If you try and deal with it publicly and you push everyone away its CONFUSING AS HELL!)

I dont even know why I'm typing this shit out on MYSPACE, what the hell is wrong with me! lol I dont want to write in my journal because well I havent seen the thing in over 3 months (maybe more) its over at my love's house; we share a love journal...all the things we say and cant say to each other we write and we talk about our life and love in a 1st person format...not really write to anyone...it's quite cool...

This relationship is definately the hardest yet most satifying thing I have ever been through. I love her...with every part, inch, molecule everything i have and more if I can find it. But it seems nothing is ever enough...we fight ALL the FUCKin Time...over STUPID and MEANingLESS stuff that wont matter in 10 minutes let alone a year! We take too much to heart and not enough to the trash...we're too serious sometimes...

I want to spend my life with her...but if she cant respect herself, be comfortable in her own skin, or understnad how much i really care and how much I love her...then It'll be thrice as hard to carry on this relationship...

I dont want to lose at LIFE...and I'm not talking about the boardgame...

That's right folks this victim of his second Red Ring Of Death is getting his 360 fixed again...for FREE...again.
Seeing as Microsoft extended thier warranty to 3 years after purchase i get my 360 fixed for free!
The box to send it off in should be here either tomorrow through Monday. I want it soon.

Seeing as how I'll have a gaming console again i need to scrounge up $59.99 for Assassin's Creed. ^_^

I'm hoping I can do an audio review for Gamercast. ( www.gamercast.net )

For info on Assassin's Creed, XBOX, or anything else related to Video Games or otherwise please visit www.portalforums.net. thank you and laterz

"Fairy-Tale"

When we were little, we had our fairy-tales.
We sat around and daydreamed the day away.
We always wished to end our story with "Happily Ever After,"
then the book closed on your fingertips,
and the room started closing in;
just believe that all those tales before
are nothing but trash compared to yours,

(chorus) We're in a fairy-tale with darkness infront.
We're in a fairy-tale where you dont have to hunt,
for your destiny, and so it's right infront of me,
Just turn the page...
(chorus)

When we were young we had our own minds and desires.
Where toads could talk and dragons spit fires.
Where a rabbit had tea, no sooner i could see,
you across from me;
The pages were ripped and away they burned
leaving my stomach churned
we're in a fairy-tale.

(chorus)

Growing up we've forgotten how to tell our tale;
pages withered, words gone bitter, & the ink has gone stale.
The spine is busted and the bright cover is torn.
I just need your voice to feel reborn;
there's no better story then a woman scorned,
we're in a fairy-tale.
There's not enough pages to tell you how I feel,
But your magic spreads all over and your kisses sure do heal.
We're in a fairy-tale

(chorus)
By- Daniel "Darth Urra" Goad.

I'll post tomorrow.
The music I create.
laterz

Wasted

Writing with a pen
To share my feelings so deep
So I waste paper.

Tanka:

Never

To the eyes that stare
And to the lips that shake me
Never stop...Never
Make me pround to shout your name
From the highest mountain top.

Haiku #2:

Unexpectedly
I fall in the world of love
Infallible is
this wall of care and fortune
consideration of thee

Limerick #1:

What shall I do when my days start to blend together,
When the hours make me feel like a ball with a tight tether.
But one individual creates a peacful havoc and uncofrtable relaxation.
And we shall love each other...forever

Sonnet #1:

From the morning I rise up and see her waking face
The sun shines to help her glow and start her day.
Her beauty is like no other...like a food with exquisite taste
I will never get my fill of that taste so I do all and stay.
We share the soft moments of each day we can spend
Huddled together or walking side-by-side
Caring for her hand as I hold it in mine, she knows I'm more than a friend
Thinking about the days passed and the nights ahead, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
But the path that's often bumpy may lead to a place so perfect...so great
Reading life's road map can be hard and the ways may be bent or ripped.
They may be burned or the fork in the road may turn into a dead end; let's hope not for your sake.
If you get lost or lose your place just look again, the map might be flipped.
Just to see her face I'd walk for countless hours
Through winter storms and May showers.

Not Forever, Nor Last
10-11-04

The sin rises over the great horizon.
I awake and travel down my tavern stairs.
Passing many citizens and guardsmen,
My eyes settle on the sea; a pirate’s burden.

My ship is grand and my crew is leery.
My compass is cracked; hand bent to the left.
The ship is in good shape, but the side hull is droopy and dreary.
And my favorite parrot has just died.

My luck is at its lowest and fear is running wild.
We’d better keep our wits up and try not to bother.
Or else we’d end up shark food,
Or in Davy Jones’ Locker.

Night would pass, and morning would fall.
Eyes never meeting, just retreating to the floor.
The year is 1461, and the oceans are vast.
I am another pirate, not forever nor last.

“I’m Not Quitting”
Daniel Goad
2-4-07

Cursed with the flames of a thousand spit-fires
Fires that spit from the wicked lips that break
Away like chips off a cold shoulder so tired and ill equipped.

“Just quit,” is the tip I’m given, even though I
Close my eyes all this bullshit is still not leaving.
Nothing is believable, except the feeling of being drowned
While craving the water that which is sinking your
World that might need saving from the being you think isn’t caring

Imagining the future creates a wound that you can’t even suture,
Shafted by the casted weight of you own mind that you thought had “it,”
But passed “it” to be crafted and then to be blasted into tiny little pieces.

Dusted off by the eyes that wash me clean, calm my scream,
And cool my steam; I wade in their color of blue. Wade to await the fade
To black and then to awake in a field of jade
Where perfect memories are made,
To grow old and see grey, not blue brings tears of fears that
Nightmares may leer and wait for me to think of you.

I don’t fear the darkness, though the sharpness
Of thoughts of you outside my reach within the
Opaqueness shred me into smaller bits to
Be eaten by reality around me.

6-18-07

If I dont matter, then how will my words be heard?
If the water never shows my reflection, how will it know I'm there?
I wonder how I can matter to someone else, to reach out and touch something.
To be treated like a ghost or to be casted out of the world you live in...hurts.

I start to think about the old riddle;
"If a tree falls and no one is around to hear it...does the tree make any noise?"
And then I ask myself, "Why would anyone want to be around a tree anyway?"
It seems funny now, but I am confused on whether to care or not.

Nothing ever matters enough in my second life, my second heart.
Everything is just under the bar of thought, or worry.
I shake my head often at the things I hear,
But I dont even know how to say what I mean myself.

I'm lost in sea of dreams, goals, emotions, stress, euphoria, happiness and pain.
I drown too often...and I'm saved more than I'd like to be.
I've been thrown a few life-preservers in my day, but the favorite one I have
Is named Amber, but it seems from wear and tear it's drowning too...

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who took a ginormous crap in a tin bucket.
He threw it upward and at a 40 degree angle
and then he said " Fuck it"

He laughed histerically and almost died,
from the huge amounts of air he sucked deep down inside.
When the feces came down in a rain storm of shit,
You'd never have guessed who these turds would hit.

Chuck Norris was angry and mad with intent
He thought about the ways of killing and the ways his next hour will be spent.
He followed a trail of scent with his nose of glory
As he carried a midget scribe on his back to tell his story

After a few mnutes Chuck found his prey
it was a little emo kid singing sadly and gay.
Chuck rared back and flexed his thigh
and kicked off the crying face of the emo kid sky high.

But chuck fell down when his leg came back down
but Chuck never thought of using a frown
so he ripped the scribe from his back in hopes to heal his injury
Then he bit into the scibe's neck to get the stem cells and then he came for me...

Someone once said
Actions speak louder than words
Thats why just talking to you
Isn't enough for me
I want to see your lips move
See the gestures
You make with you hands
I want to fall asleep with you
Not fall asleep
Thinking about you
It's just not the same to me
I want to know what you feel like
Not imagine it
I never want to hurt you
I never want to make you cry
If you cry then I cry too
Because I know I've hurt you
When will I get to see you
Feel you
Fall asleep with you
Will I ever know you
In the ways that I want to
I want to go and see you
I want to have a meeting
Come find me
So I can find you
And we will be found together.