Watchman, Tell Us of the Night

So I was told to not do this blog post because "no one would care about it." However, I'd like to prove that person wrong. I don't talk much in class. I don't always participate in group discussions, and most of you probably know nothing about me. So, I'm going to share a huge part of my life with you, and that thing is band. I've been in band for 8 years, and I'd like to continue with it for as long as I can. Now, here's a link to a song called "Watchman, Tell us of the Night" that I'm actually playing in band currently.  Here's the thing: It is 15 minutes long. Now you may be saying, "I'm too busy, I don't have time for that!" However, I urge you to take 15 minutes out of your life and just listen. Do it while you do homework, for instance. I guess I could be asking you to test your patience, when you do something that you may not want to do. I get it; it's a long time to listen to a song. But there will be so many more situations in the future in which you have to be patient, and they will be on a much larger scale. So all I ask of you is to listen to this song, and just comment on what you felt about it. Sure, some of you might skim through to say you listened to it, but by doing that, you could be missing out on something more powerful than you think.

The journal today is what got me thinking about this post. Not many can relate to this song, for it is actually about child abuse. But this emotional rollercoaster of a song is worth the listen.I hope you listen, I really do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVe1L-K3WlQ

My favorite Dance

This is one of my favorite dances choreographed by Travis Wall, who also dances in it. So I thought I would share. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=khvcCpoFszM

I'm Going To Do ANYTHING If It Means I'm Gonna Win.

Hey guys. It's The Niz again. I know I said that I wouldn't be back until next year's Wrestlemania week, but I just keep using WWE for examples in my posts so I've decided to stick around. By the way, if you're wondering who is writing the WWE poems that are posted on Mr. T's classroom wall at central, that's me. (You know. The ones that are about the Main Events of Wrestlemania XXXI and Extreme Rules 2015.)

Well, as you may have guessed, I have another post for you and it's a good one where I can use something that has happened in the WWE as an example. So, here we go.

For well over a year after they made their WWE Debut, The Shield; made up of Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns, dominated the WWE's Tag Team Division and where ever they thought there was an injustice being done in the WWE. The Shield would have their team given the nickname "The Hounds Of Justice" with their signature remark of "Believe In The Shield." As well as their team as a whole had been labeled, each member was also given their own nickname describing the role they played in the team. Seth Rollins was "The Architect" because he was the one to form the team. Dean Ambrose was the "Lunatic Fringe" seeing how he would do some crazy dangerous things to achieve victory. And Roman Reigns was "The Powerhouse" and that one kind of speaks for itself. They were a force to be reckoned with. A team so dominating, not even Superstars like John Cena, Sheamus, Ryback, or even CM Punk could stop them. (That's Rollins on the Left. Reigns in the Center, and Ambrose on the Right.)

Anyway, after some phenomenal battles with Evolution, made up of Triple H, Randy Orton, and Batista, The Shield was officially declared the most dominant tag teams of the modern era. But it would all come crumbling down one Monday night on RAW, when Seth Rollins would attack his Shield brethren and join Triple H and Randy Orton seeing that Batista had quit earlier that night. Jaws dropped as fans watched Rollins attack Reigns and Ambrose with a Steel Chair.

After claiming that The Shield was all his idea, Rollins would move on and continue to work his way up to the top by backstabbing and manipulation at one point Curb Stomping Ambrose's head through Cinder Blocks one night on RAW. Rollins and Ambrose would feud over the fact that Rollins stabbed Ambrose and Reigns in the back for months. All the way leading up to money in the bank, where after Kane, who was also working with Triple H, attacked Ambrose and took out every one else, would help Seth Rollins capture the Money In The Bank Contract, guaranteeing Rollins a future WWE World Heavyweight Championship shot whenever he pleased and labeling Rollins with the nickname of "The Future."

After months and months of feuding with Superstars like Ambrose and John Cena, Rollins would begin to bid his time, waiting for the moment he could cash in and become Champion. After numerous failed attempts thanks to Dean Ambrose, Rollins would watch as his former brother in The Shield, Roman Reigns, would win the 2015 Royal Rumble match, advancing Reigns to the Main Event of Wrestlemania XXXI for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship.

Rollins knew that at Wrestlemania, it would be his time to cash in his contract and show up Reigns at the grandest stage of them all by becoming the new Champion. And that is EXACTLY what Rollins did. After a grueling, painful, but entertaining match between Reigns and Brock Lesnar, just as it looked as if Reigns was going to become Champion, Rollins cashes in his contract and making the match a Triple Threat match, curb stomping Reigns and Lesnar, and pinning Reigns, Rollins had finally made his way to the very top in the WWE. He was the new WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

So, here's my question to you guys now that I've told you the story of Seth Rollins: Would you be willing to hurt those who consider you their friend in order to get to the top? Are you willing to backstab those who love you and call you family in order to achieve victory? Are you willing to step on those who help you if you knew there was a greater prize in your future? Are you willing to sell out yourself in order to buy in something you only could dream of?

It was later revealed in a special showing on the WWE Network in a documentary called "Destruction Of The Shield" why Rollins did what he did. You see, before The Shield even made their Debut, Rollins, Reigns, and Ambrose all made a pact promising they were all going to do whatever they had to do in order to make it to the top in the WWE, no matter how they would do it. Reigns almost did it at Wrestlemania after he won the Royal Rumble. But Rollins truly did what he thought was needed in order to get to the top.

So, Thank You for bearing with me through this LONG post, and leave your interesting and creative responses to the post's question in the comments section below and I'll get to you as soon as I can.

An example of post-modernism (as I see it to help those confused) refer to comments for easier to read version

The clock strikes half past Green;

The feelings of the o so small bee puts the "O", "B"  in obscene.

Down the valley, the small, they careen.

The voiceless scream? Deaf to both you and me.

How can we know what we're not taught, me versus you the battle was fought. 

Lessons taught. 

And again the bee mocked.

In the frame,, the keys locked. 

Can't get inside, to get what's needed out. 

All these feeling i buried-dragged out.

Buried, under the millions of miles of sea

Trapped under the murky water that's trapped with in me. 

But they don't drown.

Back with a vengeful veracity. 

It's not air they breathe.

It's the negative feeling, that leaves this heart reeling, in which they feed. 

So tall, yet more small. 

A few inches till the rope tightens.

Prolonging the fall. 

It snaps.

The clock rings green to black. 

Memories of enemies, mouth muttering

"Hey him...isn't he?" 

May be voiceless, but my only choices, are to be constantly listening.

Or suffocate in the depths of sorrow. 

Live like there's no tomorrow. 

Each second, on the color wheel is borrowed. 

My watch is hollowed.

Don't look back, I may be followed. 

Leave me be, the buzzing bee

Baring the bore brunt, but brain blee's 

Clock face frowns, help him please. 

Anymore blood tht fills the lungs

-wait-

the inanimate can't breathe. 

Leave the humbling, blubbering, breaking bee. 

He was all alone from the get go anyway. 

Besides, the tears wash the red away. 

The minute hand tics.

Looks up through the trees and sticks 

see's a reflection of his seas. 

A vision he will rue

The hour hand strikes the color blue. 

Now inside the the bee the oceans in an up roar. 

A beautiful sky a sight he has longed for. 

The baby blue, she danced, he wanted more. 

Her hands like sun rays, brought light to blank space. 

Warm to the touch, caressed his face. 

He found her, the new Queen Bee.

A true Q.B. 

Calling the shots, the bee begs,

"THROW THE BALL TO ME" 

~I needed her to need me~

           She didn't. 

Skip the sob story.

My times running out 

Besides this is all Nonsense i spout.

To the buzzing bee, the world so mean

He opens his eyes they,

And  another, hour rolls by.

The clock tolls. 

The bell rings.

Head up.

Desk stays down. 

Back into the wild, pretending life's a <costume> party now.

He puts on a masquerade mask

Fills up his flask.

Drinking from Amontillado's cask.

His facade on blast 

As the stereos Suffocated in his ears, they gasp. 

Even iTunes voice gets rasp. 

Onto his hands, his pockets-they clasp.

So normal now, he takes pride in finishing last.

This verse, pros being the origin of which it was composed, was put together, and all it did was expose all these heart Aneurysms. Just to show the class an example of poetries 

Post-Modernisms. 

BV

If you had to make up a holiday when would it be, what would you call it and why would it have significance to be celebrated?

Constant Day Dreaming

Everyone day dreams from time to time. Some more than others, but it's obvious we all do it.
Why do you think that is?
Is it because we are always wanting something better? something different?
If yes, do you think that want for something else will ever be satisfied?

Stop Acting Like A Child And Grow Up!

Hey guys, it's Easter Sunday and I had some thing I just had to get on the blog. But, before I get to that, I'm going to start with Happy Easter from Three-Sixx-D! (The Niz is gone until next year's Wrestlemania Week. If you want the results of every Wrestlemania Match, check my latest comment on the 'Showcases Of The Immortals' Post.) Now, that I've gotten that out of the way, let's get to why I'm posting this, and I have a little short story to go with it.

So, here's why I'm posting today and I'll start with the short little story I have to tell to go with it.

For the past two or three years, Every Easter, the "Easter Bunny" (AKA: My Parents) would show up on the Saturday night before Easter, hide plastic eggs full of cash and candy around the house and leave my sister some bigger candy and a barbie, and leave my two younger brothers and I each a box of peeps (Sidenote, I love peeps. Just sayin') and also leave us three boys each one different WWE figure in our baskets next to our boxes of peeps. Then, on Easter, we'd wake up, go downstairs, put on our lame bunny ears (which we have no choice in wearing while we hunt down our eggs. If you don't wear the ears, you don't get any candy or cash.), find all of our eggs, put all the candy in a bowl, put our cash upstairs, then while my sister is opening her new barbie, my brothers and I would open our boxes of peeps, take a look at the figure the other two received, then take our figures back and open the figure from their packaging while eating our marshmallow chicks.

Now, why am I putting so much attention on the figures? The answer is simple. This year only my youngest brother got a figure in his basket. Now, it's not like I'm really depressed, I know I'm too old for stuff like that. It's just for the past two or three years after all three of us would open up our figures, we'd go upstairs and hang out and play around with the figures. It's not something we do all day every day. Plus, I'm not really much for playing around with the figures, but more for just collecting them and maybe play around with it if I'm really bored. (Also a sidenote, this year, instead of a new figure next to my peeps, there was a t-shirt I already owned. So, it was kind of a let down. I even told my mom if she's not doing figures for the two older boys, get me a specific t-shirt that I've wanted since my birthday. If you want to see what the shirt looks like, search 'The Miz Awesome: The Movie T-Shirt' in google images. But yeah, it was a total let down not having a figure to open while eating peeps because it had kind of become a thing for all three of us.)

So, now that I've told the story, let me get to the question I want you guys to respond to.

We all do childish things sometimes, and lets face it, Mr. Torres is a PRIME EXAMPLE of what I'm talking about(That's not an insult. It's more of a compliment actually.). No matter how cool or tough you think you are, you have that one thing that you've done since you were very young and still enjoy doing today, like mine is eating peeps and opening a new WWE figure and playing around with it along with my two brothers. I want to know what childish thing you still do today and why you still somehow find enjoyment in it. (Don't be embarrassed. Trust me, do you think I'm proud that a new WWE figure is what I look forward to on Easter?) Leave your interesting and creative responses in the comments section below. And thanks for reading my whole long story.

By the way, my favorite two figures I've gotten on Easter are hands down either my figure of The Miz I got two years ago or my Brock Lesnar figure I got last year. I'm split on which one I like more. Later guys! Hope you're having an AWESOME Spring Break!