Tossed into my mind, stirring the calm
You splash me with beauty and then you pull me down
Because you came from out of nowhere
My glance turns to a stare

Obsession rules me, I'm yours from the start
I know that you see me, Our eyes interlock
Because you came from out of nowhere
My glance turns to a stare

One minute here and one minute there
Don't know if I'll laugh or cry
One minute here and one minute there
And then you wave goodbye (Goodbye)

Sifting to the bottom, every day for two
All energy funnels, all becomes you
Because you came from out of nowhere
My glance turns to a stare

One minute here and one minute there
Don't know if I'll laugh or cry
One minute here and one minute there
And then you wave goodbye
One minute here and one minute there
And then i'll wave goodbye (Goodbye)


   From out of Nowhere by Five Finger Death Punch has deep meaning, and uses poetic devices to bring about a deep meaning.

Hotel California

     Poetry does not just lie on a page, it soars in our minds, twisting and turning going through our whole body; striking our heart, freeing our minds, liberating our souls. It is not simply spoken, it's sung, it's felt, it's heard. Some fantastic original places to locate such malevolent beauty songs. Many of whoms lyrics contain powerful imagery and other great forms of poetic devices.Hotel California by The Eagles uses many poetic devices in this short snip-it of the downside to the music industry; the loss of simpleness and the gain or fame. " She's got the Mercedes Bends" is a metaphor for rich people being sick, greed and status being the only pushing force left in their lives, the monster that is never fully satisfied. He asks the Captain to "please bring [him] [his] wine," and the captains replies, "we haven't had the spirit here since 1969"  he refers to the happiness he used enjoy before their band became famous. Like many things in life, this song has a double edge to it. It recounts of the happiness marriage and the soul stealing emptiness of  divorce. "There she stood in the doorway" he meets his love. "This could be heaven," recounting the profound happiness that could come of marriage, 'or this could be hell" showing the second edge of the situation, where it could lead to unhappiness and hatred. Eventually the focus becomes of the relation ship becomes "Tiffany-twisted," and his partner stray to"pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends." A majority of this song is ripe with underlying meaning that requires some deeper thought than today's recycled music. The melody of the song is beautifully enticing, with the solemn presentation.

     Neal Tougas
     420 Bob Marley Way
     Penticton  
     V2A  3J8
     December 14, 2011
 
     Santa Clause
     North Pole
    Dear Santa Claus, I have been very good this year. I went snowboarding  ridiculous amounts of times last winter. And then I got a mullet. Man was that thing sexy. I got all the ladies with that thing.   Showcased my epic skills wake surfing. Man listening to Pink Flyod will cruising in that white beauty in the summer, what a great time. Partied hard, climbed a mountain, road a bike all the way to school from sunrise, drunk. At no time did I ever drive thought.

    For Christmas I only want a few things. Nothing big thought. Just my drivers licence back, because it was basically stolen from me. A forum snowboard so I can shred up the classy hills of Apex. The last thing I want Santa is the "Wall" by Pink Floyd, so i have some thing to chill to while I... never mind i just want the CD.

Sincerely,
 Neal Tougas

      "In a paleolithic pre-facebook era" texting while at an event would be considered rude. But in this new era constant connection, many people are to involved in their own social world to notice this rude behavior. According to CTV's digital news evangelist "[their] behaviour is well within the boundaries in a social-media age." But some still consider the act public texting to be "rude, period." In a recent survey by Zoosk "[people] are losing [their] one on one people skills." The constant bombardment of rude behavior has made this act of "multi-tasking" the norm. This obligatory rudeness is evident in a survey by the website Retrevo, which shows that "10% of people under 25," that were surveyed, "didn't see anything wrong with texting while having sex!" Technology has invited antisocial behavior under a guise of self expression. In many restaurants " 'no cellphones' is the new 'no smoking'." In Vancouver’s Upintheair Theater has section of a balcony reserved for texters bloggers and twitter users.

      In today's society people have a problem with "cell-fishness." The frequency of multi-tasking when your conversing with someone, who is right in front of you, is ridiculous. Being inconsiderate by not giving someone your full attention when you're with them is appalling. How ever the damage is done. We have been enticed by the whimsical siren song of technology, there is no going back to the age before cellphones. Cellphones have become the median of communication and sociability, they've become intertwined into every aspect of the modern day life. A good way to approach the rudeness of some people would be to have certain times when using your phone would be okay. When you are alone or not disrupting anybody with your phone usage, would be an appropriate time to tweet, text, or blog. Certain instances or emergencies will have to permit the use of a phone. Your phone shouldn't be the one controlling you. Cellphones need to be balanced with real world conversations and interactions and staying connected.

I Wonder

They do not speak

They do not talk

They do not yell

They do not whisper

They do not converse

They do Not vocalize

                                 Their thoughts or feelings

They just sit and listen

               Taking

                          Everything

                                           In

I once played Icarus and ventured near

They sat and listened,

 I posed a question and,

Was meet with a wall of silence

      

No new thoughts

         No new feelings

nothing

    nothing is shared

                                thoughts are only heard

silence is there language

they are black holes of emotion

                                     no one bestowed with their cognitive functions

how is it they can sit in silence never saying a word

these are the questions I ask as I wonder how people live this way

Synthesis

     "Prince Charming, ... Frequently is a narcissistic dope," June Callwood's analysis of men, author of  Forget Prince Charming, and passes the life lessons learned to her granddaughters. Alice Major goes on in her poem to explains all the problems that she stairs down with her "prince charming," in puce fairy tale. Alice Major would agree with the advice June Callwood gives her granddaughters.

     How can you believe in perfection. Perfection does not exist, that  very lack of perfection is what makes this world interesting to live each day. June Callwood does not believe in the "perfect prince charming." She instead believes, a good relationship is based on compromise. But "the exchange is rarely 50-50." During the inception of a new relationship your "self-protected edges disappear," all that the your partner says and does is both agreeable and perfect. As inevitable as the sun setting, this portion of the relationship will come to a close; this is when you must look for "integrity." What you should look for in a partner is "truth [speaking], ...punctuality, ...consideration, ...[and] humor."

      Alice Major is imperfect, akin to ever person. Her poem puts a critical view on men's expectations of women to look, breath and act to the utmost of perfection. Her companion wants "a maid with braids of hair like rope," but this desire is impossible to achieve because "[her] hair would never grow that long". He wants her to be perfect just like in all the fairy tales. His desires will forever be unsatisfied by Alice, because she is not perfect, she is not a fairy tale. No matter the pressure he places  and pushes upon her, she can not live up to his expectations, no matter how hard she tries he will always be 'bruised by that one small nub." So instead of  "cutting off [her] toe" to please this man, she "[declines], with thanks and honor" with proposal.

     June Callwood has been giving her granddaughters advise on "the perfect mate,"  since they were old enough to sit on her lap. The wisdom of failure that is passed down by June Callwood would be passed down through a new family.



  

imagery

     The saloon doors creak open as he enters the room, followed by the unmistakable smell of gunpowder. His eyes, just visible under his tattered hat, squint as his vision adjusts to the dimly light, dusty bar. Scanning the room like a wolf in the night looking for his prey, and starts making his way to the bank ancient wood stools. He orders whiskey, and shoots the glass down. The only time this statue talks is when ordering another drink. His 3 day beard is thick with dirt and grime that most working men get. As he opens his mouth to drink more, a fissure of white skin appears on the underside of his chin. After he finishes his third glass, he asks the bartender where the outhouse is; the bartender points him to a corner of the bar where a door leads outside; he stands and slips his coat off, as whirlwind of dust comes loose and settles to the ground like the dust that comes after you swat a moth. Removing his hat revealing his gnarled bramble of hair, and begins walking in the direction he was pointed. Just audible, over the husted mumbles of the other patrons, is the metallic ting of bullets in his pockets. The holsters clinging to hips carry the hands of god. The spurs, that accompany his worn down leather boots, are rusted and worn down. This broad shouldered man reaches the door as a meek banker walks in, almost running into him. The banker looks up and all the color drains from his  face as he sprints from the bar. Five minutes pass before he returns, just as he walks in the sheriff kicks the saloon doors open; before he can even get a word out he is falling back with a single hole between his eyes.