The Recipe for Me!

The perfect Cage is not an easy recipe to make. It uses many rare ingredients and a lot of time and planning. To create the base formula, you start with some Bald Eagle feathers, some whale skin oil, and children's tears. Thinking positive is a must when adding the tasteful ingredients as feeling goes into the mix as well. Hard work and and dedication is needed as well to make the recipe perfect. Once you have the base and mindset down, get out a big bowl. Mix in a heaping teaspoon of high energy with some carefree enthusiasm. Throw in some passion fruit and guarana for added spunk and some neon colored dye for charisma. Add a sprinkle of vanilla for sweetness and a large teddy bear for cuddling and careing for others. A few tulips for incredible kissing and some love-cuffs for whatever life throws your way. Next we add a cup of creative tallent with a burning passion for life. Toss in some athletisism and you are almost there! Next, get a forge and melt down a ton of steel to 10,000 degrees. Begin folding ingredients into steel 1,000 times. Finally, add a lifetime supply of epicness! Pour ingredients into a human mold and then flash freeze in liquid nitrogen for ten years to raise the coolness factor. When done, you will have ayour very own Cage, carved to all specifications! :D

My first Renga poem

First of all, what is a Renga? It is pretty cool, I'm not going to lie. In Renga, several people get together to write a poem that can be extremely long. Each person takes a turn to write one stanza that first starts off with three lines, then two, and back to three, continuing the process. The first stanza is something about the season or the time the poem was written, then from there, each stanza has to be about the previous stanza, but not the one before it. This makes it so that a Renga can be about anything and lead to an entirely different ending. My poem was written by: Me, Johnny K., Sean McCaffrey, and JD Vorhes. Here is our Renga:

The ice melts
and water pours
into the river below

warmer water, colder air
thunder storms and bears

The shifting breeze
of mountain air
sets all in motion once more

Goats of mountains
push the rain

The ram turns his
head to the breaking dawn
as the heard approaches

The horde of buffalo sense the oncoming
storm and stamped into the sunset

And when the dust settles
what once was there
is alas no more

Emptyness fills with tears
ashamed, frightened, has no heart

The soul breaks down
to form a black hole
consuming all who get close

Deatomizing
gone to bits

Cohesion lost to time
mind no longer matter
swept away

Time is spent
let to wonder

Through the trees
the wind blows
a new gust of change

Change, it rattles in my pockets
the bums crave my succulant currency

With outstretched hands
longing for more
when life has taken it all away

trick or treat
the war has liquified

blood flows thick
and covers the ground
where the innocent die

a hopscotch into death
a childish demise

leaping overboard
into the endless chasm
leaving everyone to wonder why

This I tell you is the end
I can see the future

Through the haze and destruction
arcs the dawn of a new day
where blood spilled finally dries