The Wind

Back in college, I used to write alot of stories and some poetry. I was cleaning out my office and came across a folder of old poems. Most were to girls I had crushes on that never made it to them. Some were just bad, but this one I kept looking back to. The original title was "Without Rhyme or Reason." That is the only change I made, hope you like and would love feedback. Now I take you back to 1995


“The Wind”

The autumn wind stirs in the night
Causing the leaves to awaken from their sleep
They yawn and stretch in all different directions
And without warning it dies down again.

It has no rules to follow
It can come and go when it want to
The wind is free to roam,

Into the corners where little hands can’t reach
Into a place where the sun’s rays don’t go
Into the hearts of a young couple in love
For the very first time.

Her hand is cold in his
He holds her coldness close to his heart
Trying to keep her warm
Protecting her from the cold evil.

His life is short and he wants to live
Making the most of his time with his love
Her eyes are two pools of endless sapphire
He stares into them, unable to let go

She blinks and a tear rolls away
Her heart is aching
He knows it is
And there is nothing wither can do to stop the pain

Their hands are forever embraced
They are one body, one mind, one soul
Any, they are falling apart
Slowly…

The wind is stronger then before
Her hair flows naturally
She knows she must go
There is no other choice left

Their choices are down to none
So, she leaves
Unable to keep going on with the pain

She turns away and like the wind she is gone
The leaves are all that remain
Circling left and right
They have no real direction, but she does

A tear flows from his eye
His heart can live no more
She has left and is gone forever

His eyes close and he breathes no more
Laying amongst the leaves that fell from the trees
His eternal dream is of her
And the wind.

Frank J. Messina
April 21, 1995



Quote: "But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be."
Tennyson?
No, Keating.

The Zombie Apocalypse, Part 1: Know Your Enemy.

From my personal experiences, I have discovered that many people sadly are not prepared for the upcoming Zombie Apocalypse. What also disturbs me is that most people aren’t even aware of the differences between zombies and the “undead.” In the first installment of this series, I want to make you, my reader, aware of these differences and to inform you on the best way to dispatch these forthcoming evil.

First, what is a zombie? Webster’s dictionary defines a zombie as “a corpse supernaturally imbued with the semblance of life.” As far as I am concerned that is fairly accurate. In addition, I feel that a zombie is basically what you see in the original Zombie genre movies. The pre-existing dead coming back to life, that is, people dead and buried or in a crypt rising from the netherworld to basically give the living one fucked up weekend. Now if you get bitten by one of these zombies you too will become something different, you will become the “undead.”

Technically, the undead are zombies. Confused? Allow me to explain. You already know what a zombie is (see above). The undead are persons who were alive, died for a short time and have become re-animated. How they differ? Zombies are slow, shambling, heartless shells of creatures with one thing on their mind (pun intended). Their mission is to eat you, preferably with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. The undead, although their mission is pretty much the same, they are fast, can run and have more strength then a zombie. Why you ask? Well, I’m glad you asked. Muscles. When your dead for a long time, your muscles atrophy. They break down, shrivel up and eventually become useless. Newly infected “undead” still have muscles that are intact, therefore they can pretty much run as fast if not faster than you, in case you’re a fatty like myself. Yet, another reason why I am losing some unnecessary weight. Also, the undead don’t even have to be dead. They can be infected. This folks is the most realistic possibility that there will eventually be some sort of outbreak resulting in the end of mankind and the rise of zombie kind. Governments all over the world experiment in different biological and chemical weapons and all it takes is one infected specimen to get out and that’s it, we’re done.

Another thing to know about your enemy is their strengths and weaknesses. For the sake of argument and future posts, I will refer to zombies and the “undead,” simply as zombie. A zombie’s main strength is that they never stop coming after you. They never tire, they never get hungry (except for you), they never take breaks, they just keep coming. You on the other hand, will tire, run out of food and will get caught off guard. And this could ultimately lead to your joining the ranks of the undead. Now, a zombie’s biggest weakness is they are dead. The longer they are dead, the better. They will slow, but never stop. They will rot, only their brain will remain alive. In outdoor conditions a body could rot for 3 to 5 years, depending on climate and weather. Hope you have a good safe haven. I will go into this in future posts.

Obviously the best way to take out a zombie is kill the brain. A headshot is a must. Kill the brain, kill the zombie. Body shots or limb shots will slow it down, but it will not stop the zombie. Know your enemy. It is that simple.

Your quote: "They're coming to get you, Barbara, there's one of them now!"

BETTER LEFT UNSAID

As I stated before I work for the lovely establishment called the United States Postal Service. No, seriously, we still exist. I have been with Hell, Inc. since April 2003. That is correct seven years of my life, tossed away. All that tuition, all those days and night of partying, uhh studying thru my college years brought me to the good old Post Office.

Don't get me wrong, it has its good points... I mean, to have bad you have to have good, right? What was I saying? Oh yes, good points. Riiigghhht. Shit! Throw me a freekin bone here. Crap.

Anyway, not the point of this post, the point of this post is to highlight some of the things I have heard or seen over the last seven years. I swear these are all true and I only wish I could write material this well. So here it goes:

"Excuse me mailman, is the Forever Stamp, forever?"

"Is it hot enough for ya?"

"This no me, I no Mrs. Resident." (A personal favorite of mine) ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER!!! LEARN IT!

"No bills, please" HAHAHA It gets funnier every fucking time I hear it!

"Look out, mailman's here, hey pal dont go postal" Fuckin douche!

This one really needs a visual. I was walking behind two women talking , one leans down, rips some grass out of a lawn , shaked it off and proceeds to eat it. Lady #1. "What are you doing?" Lady #2. "What, this stuff is great?"

"Are you the mailman?" No lady, I just walk around in this goofy polyester blend outfit, trying to get the worse tan in the world.

"Why is my mail wet?" Well, why the fuck is your mailman wet lady, its fucking raining out.

The latest: "Excuse me, you're disrespecting me as a homeowner, by taking your lunch break in front of my house" WELLLLL EXCUUUUUUUUSEEE MEEEE, YOU FAT BITCH.

But really, its not such a bad place to work. Mediocre pay, mediocre bosses, very clean working conditions. Yeah good times, good times....

Now for your quote:
"You're nothing but a drifter who found a bag of mail."

Frank's Alot

So i typed an entire post and lost it. Don't know where it went. Not happy.

As I already wrote, I HAVE FOLLOWERS! Ok, granted one is me, the other is the person who inspired me. But, hey its a start.

I wanted to just let people know a bit about this blog. For the most part, I think the people who join, know me well enoough to know what I am about. In the event that someone I do not know personally, joins this blog then I have succeeded as a blogger and well they will need a little background. I will rant, I will be rude, crude and offensive. I will also be awesome and funny, kind and tender. I like sports, and zombies. Im waiting for the zombie apocolypse.

I might be political, I am not a fan of our Non-American president. I will never capitilize the word for him. Where the hell is your birth certificate, Obama?!

I'll save this for another day. Anyway, expect anything, expect the unexpected. Get in, sit down, shut up and hold on!

Now for your quote:

"I've been in prison for three years. My dick gets hard if the wind blows."

Another Fine Mess

You should create a blog. A good friend said this to me earlier today. What do I know about blogging? Where do I begin? What do I talk about? More importantly, will anyone care? Only one way to find out I guess. So here it goes.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Frank, I work for the Post Office. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH EVERYBODY OUT HES GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP. Who me? No way. Wrong dude. As I was saying, I work for the Post Office and it is definatly not my dream job. I don't remember being a kid and daydreaming of sweating my balls off in the summer and freezing them to ball-cicles in the winter. No, I did dream of being a toy tester or someone who crashed cars. Ok, so I basically dreamed of being a Crash Test Dummy. Wow! So, thank God I am a mailman then, huh? Anyway back to me, I am 36 years old, am married and have an 8 month old daughter. I consider myself to be an average kind of guy, just looking for my liitle piece of suburbia. My little slice of American apple pie. Not so much to ask for, is it?

I have no idea what the future of this blog will entail, so this will be an interesting ride for all of us. By all of us, I mean the zero followers I currently have. i'm hoping that changes on the completion of this blog. Is blog short for something? If you know, please let me know.

Basically I plan to write some of the things I experience on the job, my life and some of my ideas, maybe a story or two I have written. Feedback is welcome. Unless its bad feedback, you can send that to Perez Hilton. Well, that is all for now, look for updates soon. I am learning as I go, so be kind. One thing I would like to do is end each post with a movie quote. I love movies and if you know me, you know this. Guess the quote and you win....nothing. Bragging rights, unless of course this makes me famous, and get sponsers, so maybe in the future you will get a gift card to Kohl's or Best Buy, maybe Target. Ok so here is the quote.

"Because they might have daddy longlegs and um... dead things, Mikey. DEAD THINGS!"