Showing posts with label Memoir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memoir. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

Memoir - Hatred 11

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com

Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  September 2, 2020



I praise Zeus and Athena for the strength I have.  I shall be able to endure any hatred they can give, USNpiggy tells his coloring book. Lucifer, Red or also know as John, Satan, Satan Ingram also known as Eric and Erica Ingram (twins), and Lucifer Ingram or otherwise known as Red Hook have taught me hatred.  Hatred like no other I've had to experience.  The hatred I have exceeds the boundaries of who we are.  The love I have for who they are is for who they are.  They were hits to who I am.  Their fathers and mothers gave me who they are.  They gave me who they so I would understand who they are.  They are worth understanding.  The complexities of who they are, are tiresome.  I grown tired of trying to understand who they are.  They are full of hatred because of who they are.  They have to deal with all kinds of families who are unkind to one another.

Hatred begets hatred. Changing hatred to love come with a kind heart.  A kind heart grows weary when no strength is put back into it.  Finding the courage to face to heart comes from either who we are or who you are.  You may have the strength for who we are.

Encourage another.  Give.

Friday, June 21, 2019

Memoir 06 ~ Changes

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  June 21, 2019






Things will change
Grasses will grow
Trees will flower
There will be new life
The irises change and so does life
Moving forward brings new life; and change
Where change brings new life
So, the life you choose is the life you choose
Don't choose my life; follow me, so you may choose a life which you follow

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Memoir 5 ~ Sit Quietly


Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  December 02, 2017
Revised:  April 03, 2020

 




This is something I’m still working on.


To sit quietly in the night
The night shall befall you
The night is still
There is movement all about you

The trees crumble
The ground moves
How you move about the ground
    the shadows shall fall

...

The morning star brings light
Lucifer shall guide the night

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Memoir 4 ~ Hatred


Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  February 15, 2017



THIS IS AN INCOMPLETE WORK



I am trying to manage my anger.
For, if the anger is not anger;
  The anger is rage.
For, if the rage is not rage;
  The rage will not rage against the night.


Thursday, May 26, 2016

Memoir 3 ~ From Within

Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  May 23, 2016
 



 

I shall not hide.
I shall not shed my skin.
For, I say who I am.
I am the man within.

Hiding!  Hiding!  Hiding!  Always hiding within!

The boxes I hide are the boxes, which shed my skin.
Find a box.  Find a man within.

Within!  Within!  Within!  There is a man within!

Is he a child?
He is a man within!

His skin crawls!
His skin crawls within!
Crawling!  Crawling!  Crawling! Crawling from within!

I hear the man crawling from within!
She hears me tearing at my skin.

The box tears.  The box holds me within.
Tearing and crawling!  Tearing and crawling!  Tearing and crawling!  I’m tearing and crawling from within!

The box will not tear.  The box is holding within.

Move the box!  The box may tear within.
Help me move this box.  This box may tear within!

With one hand or by two?
By two!  Because, the box will tear within!




Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Memoir 2 ~ The Storm

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  June 17, 2015
Revised:  May 11, 2016

This memoir has some revisions in Paragraphs 1, 8, 9, 10 and 16.

My depression cyclones.  The cyclone has touched ground.  The ground is hard.  The sand and gravel covers our earth flies in turmoil.  The sand and gravel carries the weight of my emotions.  The impact of the sand is scattered remains about our home.

My home is covered with sand as my emotions are scattered amongst my home!  My home!  My home is hurt by the turmoil it carries.

Is the cyclone within my home?  Have I seen its iris?

My home is being swept away as the emotion fly.  Fly!  Fly!  Fly!  The emotions are flying!  Where the land is dependent upon the earth, which is not struck by gravel.

The cyclone turns!  The cyclone turn!  The cyclone turns the turmoil, which hasn’t settled upon the earth.  My house is about to fly!

The winds are ever increasing.  Winding and twisting!  Oh, my!  Where the sky falls is dependent on the horizon.

The sun is not seen.  The moon has been clouded.

The sky is falling!  The sky is falling!  My house is flying!  My house is lifting!  The emotions wind within my bleeding heart.  For the river of red which carries the cells to a pounding rhythm as the gravel beats against the house.

Pound, Pound!  Pound, Pound!  The gravel goes.

The sand which creates soot beads against the home.  I hear the flesh of the home tearing as the sand and gravel peel the layers away from the home.  Our home is covered by the protective layers we use to build our home.  The flesh peels and tears.  The wood is beaten.  Pound!  Pound!  Pound!  Pound!

The house begins to shake!  The house begins to shake!  The house begins to roar against the tattered wood.  The roaring winds gust through the home.

Moving objects!  Moving objects!  Moving objects!  I can’t get it to stop!

The wind takes the doors and windows!  The wind takes the doors and windows!  The window closes shut as the door jams open!  Blowing!  Blowing!  Blowing!  The wind is blowing!  Make it stop!

Barricade the doors and windows!  Shelter yourselves from the storm!  The storm is brewing!

Dang it!  Turn off the coffee and shelter yourself from the storm!


The storm takes the objects!  The storm takes the objects.  The objects are taken by my storm.  The storm doesn’t quiet.  The storm wages on!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Memoir 1 ~ The Darkness

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  August 11, 2014
Revised Title:  August 04, 2015
Revision:  June 14, 2020

MEMOIR 1
AKA:  Suffering Through the Darkness of Depression


Life isn't easy after death.  I died in the month of November upon committing suicide on the weekend after the harvest of Thanksgiving.

I arrived upon a destination, which was isolated and kept a distance from travelers who would bay their vehicles and rest from a long journey’s propulsion where they would find relief at an oasis where many would travel from various areas across our nation.  The morning of my death was a chilly winter where the skies are dark and the stars illuminate as halos upon the earth.  The earth sits still where the rotation has slowed to where one can examine the rotation through from the buttresses of the trees which redden from the fall season upon their variation of orange and have fallen upon the ground given that the winter’s solstice has frozen the roots of the pillars that rise and support themselves from the ground where we place our feet.  I arrived upon this destination because I knew it was secluded.  I also knew my body would be left undiscovered.  For, those who would find my body would trek over my carcass like animals to either urinate or defecate as they passed over my body.  I sat there with the knowledge and intention to commit suicide because my life was become more and more controlled by others who would seek me out and persecute me because I was unlike other men or women.  I was unlike other men and women because I laid dead underneath the mass of two animals who sought out to fornicate with an animal who was in heat for the sweat and smell of another man’s warmth.

I contemplated and I contemplated with a strong intention to consume the medication which was prescribed for sleep; the medication was prescribed initially because I was not sleeping well and to aid me with my depression.  I suffered from insomnia and depression which lead to anxiety and agitation; the medication that was prescribed was Trazodone.  The descriptions listed by the following websites for Trazodone along with its side effects are:

According to Drugs.com[i]

Trazodone is an antidepressant medicine.  It affects chemicals in the brain that may become unbalanced and cause depression Trazodone is used to treat major depressive disorder.
An overdose of trazodone can be fatal when it is taken with alcohol, barbiturates such as phenobarbital, or sedatives such as Diazepam (Valium).
Overdose symptoms may include extreme drowsiness, vomiting, penis erection that is painful or prolonged, fast or pounding heartbeat, seizure (black-out or convulsions), or breathing that slows or stops.

And, according to WebMD.com[ii]

Common side effects of Trazodone oral:  with Less Severity
Less Serve:        Dizzy, Drowsiness, Feel like Throwing Up, Head Pain, Incomplete or Infrequent Bowel Movements, and Throwing Up
Infrequent side effects of Trazodone oral: with Severity and Less Severity
Severe:             Confused, Feeling Faint, and Involuntary Quivering
Less Severe:      Muscle Pain and Weight Gain
Rare side effects of Trazodone oral: with Severity and Less Severity
Less Severe:      Blurred Vision, Diarrhea, Feeling Weak, Twitching, and Weight Loss
Severe:             Anemia, Anxious, Bloody Urine, Brain Disease or Injury causing Inability to Communicate, Change in Appetite, Chest Pain, Chills, Chronic Heart Failure, Continued Painful Erection, Excessive Sweating, Fast Heartbeat, Feeling of Restlessness with Inability to Sit Still, Frequent Urination, Gas, Hallucination, Numbness, Numbness and Tingling, Over Excitement, Periods of Not Breathing, Seizures, Slow Heartbeat, Stroke, and Uncoordinated

I was dressed for the cold climate weather; I sat there listening… and talking…, to whom?  To those that were listening.  The contemplation lead me to the remember of those who had forgotten me; who are those that had forgotten who I am are those that have led to my persecution, whether it be before my suffocation where I was smothered underneath two men or after my suffocation because before my suffocation I was a normal human being with a job, with hopes, with dreams, with friends, with animals, with courage, with honor, and with nobility.  And, after my suffocation… I have honor, I have courage, I have nobility; what I lack are friends, family, animals, a home, wages, and warmth of another individual for whom I could share my experiences and my abilities in who I have become for the future we could hold together is a strong one where others may be weak to an end where the end has means for one to come together.

I sat in a car that I now call “Animal Kingdom Mobile;” the listeners were those who are of the natural and of the supernatural where those that hear the call of the Horn that blew for all Angels to hear.  As I sat with my feet upon the pedals which propelled me toward my destination point to a journey that I was uncertain to take with one foot upon the metals of the undercarriage and with that one foot still on the steel and rubber which would push the animal inside outward from an oasis where the trees pillar upon their buttresses and the water that ran came from a faucet which was made from the steel that we toil with the sweat and backache from our labor.  That pedal which ever so moves up and down or forward and backward is has been vulcanized to ensure its strength… its grips upon the soles of our feet so we do not lose the pace for which we travel into the unknown.  I withdrew the medication from my jacket; I glared at the label as I would glare into the unknown through my windshield which holds a view of darkness, the tar is black which laid upon the gravel which laid upon the earth which was made from the lava and oil which burned from beneath the waters and sand and the skies are darkened from the lack of rays which would redden our backsides.  The darkness I saw was from within a bottle which held a label for death; death meant a journey which had no end because the suicide had no need but to only alleviate the pain and torment which I could no longer endure because one of the last words I heard was “Die”.

The label which is adhered to the bottle is placed there for a reason just as the labels which are upon our nameplates; my name plate was also placed inside my pocket where it was dark and where my eyes could not see through the fabric which was woven from the cotton which was harvested by the workforce of labor with an animal kingdom.  Labels hold pieces of information such as names and places where our name plates hide behind a barrier which ensures its safe keeping but also ensures its hiding places which tell us something about who we are and where we come from just as the dates which chronicle the life expectancy to either the bottle which contains a dosage or a driver’s license which bears a date where places, ages and expirations come to renewal.  The bottle is now open and death has been unleashed and ready for consumption just as our lives our consumed by each other whereas a bottle containing death can contain hope for a future with each other can learn from a man who had committed suicide.  With water in hand which was delivered from an aquifer, bottled, and delivered upon the backside of a wagon where man and animal had traveled to a place to bring an oasis worth of wealth; and death in hand sixty tablets were consumed and a reservoir of water was delivered to a darkened place to dissolve into a reservoir of blood to where the place of death will be lite and the floor will be cold.  I placed hand and bottle to mouth and swallowed death not knowing that hope was already on its way; the voices are voices not just sounds of the wind, sounds of the breaking ice that comes from the moisture which batters our faces or breaks within the wind, or sounds that come from the audience whether they applaud or whether they cheer, the voices are those who sought me out and those who have chosen to either be my friend or to be my antagonist because either way the sounds are the winds which will cause my audience to Clair.