Heyya Folks keep on Trucking....or least something that rymes with trucking..

Okay really no point in that Title other then catch attention LOL! And nothing else major going on then a bunch days off really which means cleaning kids and lots of smokes loL!

The Lovers Part 1: The Betrayal
Jason Prosser
In the dark.
They stood…
Who were they to be at this moment together
Who were they to be tempting Fate
And his Blood filled gaze.
She breathed deep
And her Lover held her close
Burning touch against Stone cold flesh.
Warm hands and broken souls coming together
To build upon a memory fraught with torn dreams
And Fates cruel hand.
In the gathering Darkness of Yesterdays
The past of Fallen Angels and Laughing Wolves
Betray them again
To the twisted thoughts of Fate
Cruel barbed taunts of ages past
The Last arrow still yet to come against their Love.
Before the fall of the headsman’s axe.
Back to back
They swung with all their might
Braving demons and the Dark
Till their Cries turned to whimpers
And their Blood pooled beneath them.
Fighting the tides sent against them
The Lovers fell apart
And Fate won again.
The cruelest win of all…

Part on and now part Two...

The Lovers Part two: Blasphemy and the Darkness of Depression’s Cell
Jason Prosser
The chains of hatred bind my wrists to a cold alter of stone
The mask of self deception blind my eyes to the truth
Razors of rage score my skin
And blood gathers in pools
Next to me lays my love
Locked and held similar to mine
Stripped of dignity and her robe
Together we cling to Love in our struggle against Fate
In Depression’s jailhouse
The walls are thick and stone
Iron bars blot out the sun
And the headsman waits with his axe..
To get free of this place
Is my greatest wish
To break my bonds and walk amongst the flowers
To stroll hand and hand amongst the clouds
Instead of withering away in this hall of Torment.
To my surprise my loves voice cracks the silence in half
And Loves song fills the air
Seeming in seconds I am asleep
Floating through clouds and sea scented mists
My Loves voice guiding me to a place that only we know
The center of Our world
Where I dwell to this day!!

And sorry but part three is still in the ethos at the moment ill post it on da Ride as soon as it is written.

Morality and the teaching of it and ...How the fuck am i suppossed to do it!

Listening to Empty Walls by Serj Tankian got me thinking just what kind of moral compass I wanted to hand to my children. This caused much growling because I honestly did not know. I mean obviously i don t want to raise lil mansons (either Marilyn or Charles) but how do i want to shape their lil views on war, preservation of the planet, community service, church attendance, and yes god I hate thinking bout it but sex. I mean these are all things i don t even really have a answer for, but i am supposed to pass this down to the future of the planet!?!?!?!?! specially I am hardly the model of a perfect person...by far! So let it be said I am totally scared to screw this one up. If any one wants to help a brother out might be appreciated.

Peace out

Urges of a Baser Mind…
Jason Prosser
Simple thoughts on a blank white page
Death destruction and murderous rage
Sex with fear and tainted with pain
Dead bodies collect outside in the rain
Screaming for drugs to induce euphoria
Then stabbing myself just a bit more gorier
Stumbling down alleys and shadowed halls
The lost little sheep afraid to answer calls
Burning bridges and desiring no hope
The last sound you hear is the snap of a rope..

Yet another poem hopefull you digz it yo!

Yay The hell Weeks Are Over!!!

Well i did it almost a full two weeks of work and all that comes wit it( screaming customers scheming coworkers, and exhaustion to beat the band). Now tom is a day off and time well spent wit da fam and a few friends on line loL! Its been a mother f'n hard a$$ week because of this bone weary tiredness but i made it with lil fuss and almost NO cut throats and not a single stabbing...One or two shots of patron on the other hand =) No comment lol!

Now the tito and me been a lil rough round the edges but wit tom being a day off that should smooth itself out in No time and i can coast the rest of the week...but enough of my yammering Why we all come here ...

ITS POETRY TIME !!! Ok so maybe we don't all come for this but i wanna anyway lol!

This one was written with me and Tito in mind..She understands the symbolism and y'all can draw the conclusion...Enjoy


The Ballad of the Ice Queen and the Laughing Wolf.
Jason Prosser

Once a millennium the winter Wolf crawls cross the plains
To pray at the temple of a fallen Queen.
His songs of love ring out washing away the stains
Of an age of strife and war.
Angels weep at his plaintive cries of heartache
At the passing of his Love.
His howls of mourning continue at daybreak
Till his throat is sore and raw.
Then as he slinks into Night’s embrace
A single bird lands on his shoulder,
And kisses the tears from his face
And wipes away his fear
With the gentle touch of his wing
“Why dear Wolf”
“Do you sing “
Asked the bird.
“I sing for my Loss I sing for my Love
I sing so My queen can hear
That she still fits like a glove”
Answered the proud Wolf.
“Dearest King
You are never far from my thoughts
I am the one who gave you’re your song to sing..”

hope ya liked and remember Folks all hands and footsies in da ride till it comes to a complete stop/1

Taste the Blood on my Tongue…
Jason Prosser
Drink it deep
The crimson river
Life in a glass
The draught of death
The taste of steel on my tongue
The feel of flesh in revulsion
Gagging on blackened soul
And rotting conscious
A little lost nobody
Walking and dancing on the path
Of salvation lost .
Drink it in
The promise of the end
Life shall never pass
Everlasting love
The taste of wine on my tongue
The feel of love in my heart
Watching as my past dies in His light
The ashes of my body
Are little more then dust
On the wind.
Rain washes the soul
Drink it in
The days will never end
Drink it in
The past has been forgotten
Your Sins no longer drag you down
Drink it in
Drink it in
Sing your love to the Father
And Drink It In!



The Past , The Present And The Future…The Abridged Version
Jason Prosser

The Past blows in on the dust of the wind
The Future is a shiny new toy
The Present aint gift to be squandered away
Live your life
Take that bite
A slim lil Chance to love .
To grasp that ring
To burn the Night to the ground.
The Past does not hold you down
The Future is not yet yours to own
The Present is all you have
Dance and scream in delight
Hug your neighbor
And kiss your wife
The Past is not you
The Future is not set in Stone
The Present is meant to be treated wit Dignity
Lose yourself in the moment
Don t think bout things done to you
Burn the Demons from the shadows
Dance in Defiance of a Future in Chains
Hollering over and over again at the Futility
Of holding back the Tide
Of the Precious Present
Let it Flow through like the River of Time
Make the Past the Future
The Present is a ol Friend
Knocking down your door
And saying your name
In the End you’ll wake from this Dream!


Now these are just two selections of my poetry. I used to write every day, but lately its when the Muses direct me to LOL. Ill be posting lil bits here and there and F'n everywhere on here so be on da look out..If you are into poetry.

As Mrs P (Aka Tito) has warned this is so not a "safe" blog..Its kinda gonna be rated...Uh Dirty LOL! So if i say something to offend..I am somewhat sorry But hell F you too You already been warned!!!

Well Folks Rides over Get the heck out of here till next time America !!!

Welcome...Abandon hope ye who enter here.

Welcome to MrP'S Wild Ride folks i am your host and narrator through the twists and turns of this ride...But before we began a lil bit about me is in order. First i am married with two lil boys. My wife is Mrs P. (Ill give her blog a cheap plug not its Through the maze @ blogspot Lol!) I work at da Bk Lounge (that's Burger King for those of you without the coops to get in.) where i am a mid level manager who is most weeks burnt out and tired. I have a few close friends and plenty of dudes and chicks i know through this or that place. I am pretty outgoing and like most people and have only stabbed a few.

Now i plan on using the ride as a place to talk bout stuff and to write my poetry. It will be almost totally random and funny..Ill warn everyone ahead of time if i am gonna break it down serious like!

now remember kiddos keep your hands and footsies in the ride at all times while in motion and watch that last step..Its a long FALL!