Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Echoing down corridors of dreams,
Lost at crossroad in another land
Tumbling in confusion.
Her plaintive cry sinks into my soul
Heartbreaking sorrow and despair,
Swirling all the colours of her mind
Into forgotten rainbows.
Her captive spirit aches to be set free
Its melancholy tears are pools of doubt,
Enchanted by a spell cast long ago
On some far horizon
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The ten year reunion
Approaches so quick,
It makes you real nervous,
Your stomach so sick.
You look in the mirror
And pat your belly
And wonder if you
Should drop dead or flee.
A diet, you feel,
Will make you look nice.
That glare from your ex
Will be worth the price.
Your hair may be thinning,
No reason to wail,
Just came in the mail.
Your job's a bit shoddy,
Telemarketing a mag,
But why should they know
You rented the Jag?
The person you're taking,
A brain they have not,
But they make you look good
‘Cause they're so dang hot.
The day finally comes,
You control all your shakes,
To go meet the other
Liars and fakes.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
She creeps upon you, eyes shut tight
Unwillingly captures your soul, your heart
Bleating and breathing, heaviest night
Trapping within, which you refuse to part
Come upon my body, unto her I plead
Heart, soul, living, corrupted desire
Vacant and wanting, so frivolous need
Realization, fates fueling her fire
Cruel, unyielding, drawing her sword
Pleasures so painful yet relentless
Will she ever again be yours?
Gossamer screen, tempest the temptress.
Terror filled, your core left gaping
So lost, so empty, so futile and long
Time a drug, disappointment shaping
Coldest attempt, harken swan-song.
Believing dreams, purest this kiss
Aching chills, painful truth, honest
Forever shaped, it will end like this
Burned soul ashes spilt by comets
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Guardians of the Forest Book One
Suspended mid-air April tried to scream. Looking down she realized she was almost face down in the water. She needed help and she needed it now. Turning toward the campsite she tried to call out to Ryan. Her cry for help never left her mouth.
Doing a double take the only thing she saw was a massive, hairy monster where Ryan once stood. Flexing, moving trying to shake lost of the invisible hold. April prepared to die.
Aprils mental cry was draining Ryan’s’ powers. The only thing that could save her was if he linked his powers with that of the pack. Reaching out for his pack link he felt a jolt. The mental kick was swift and strong.
“I am kind of busy mother. My mate has gotten herself in a jam”
“I know I can feel your distress. That dreadful human is going to be the death of my only son.”
“Mother, I am not your only son. Mother are you crying? I can’t deal with this now mother I need to save April”
“That is why I am here son to help your human. I have linked with the pack get ready for a burst of energy. It should be enough to get her to safety and change back to your human form”
This was not going as he planned. His mother hated his mate. Why his mother seemed to hate his mate was lost on him. She seemed perfectly happy with his father who was also human. In the years since he first encountered his mate his mother had introduced him at pack powwows to every available Sasquatch in a 100 mile range.
The wave of energy hit him mid stride as he reached the river. Stepping out on the rocks he reached for April as her mental scream tore through him again draining his energy. If not for the pack link he would not be able to hold her and move her to the shore.
“Mother, I need your help. I need to send her into a deep sleep before she goes into hysterics. “
“Ryan, of course son I will do this for your clumsy little human”.
“Mother, do not mess with her memories.”
“Ryan, remember who you are talking to.”
“Mother, I am getting weaker despite the link. Can we argue about this later?”
A sudden burst of energy hit Ryan as he touched April’s forehead. His mates’ breath became quite and calm as her mental scream slowly evaporated.
This was the first time that Ryan had been so close to his mate. She was beautiful. Smiling he leaned in to give her a kiss.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Rainbow dancing ribbon curls
Bubblegum floating miniature worlds
Spiral lollipop adventures unfurl
Silky smooth like chocolate streams
Licorice ropes they twirl and bend
The dialogue found within my dreams
Creating sprinkled worlds of pretend
Join me down melted ice cream rivers
Whipped cream clouds gaze from above
From within my Sweet Tart heart to give
Is a decadent treat of marshmallow love.
Friday, October 1, 2010
(Maxwell Alexander Drake) You want my story for your publishing house?
(Acquisitions Editor) I think I'm entitled to it.
(Maxwell Alexander Drake) You want my story?
(Acquisitions Editor) I want your story!
(Maxwell Alexander Drake) You can't handle my story! Son, we live in a world that has books. And those books have to be read by people with intelligence. Who's gonna read them? You? You, Mr. Acquisitions Editor? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the death of Hardbacks and you curse the rise of the eBook. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that the death of the Hardback, while tragic, probably creates new fans. And my writing style, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, entertains and moves fans... You say you want my story. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want the fans who like my stories. You need the fans who pay for my stories!
I use words like plot, character development, point of view... I use these words as the backbone to a life spent writing stories fans appreciate. You use 'em as the back blurb to your books! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to an Acquisitions Editor who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very stories I provide, then questions the manner in which I write them! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a pen and write your own story. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
(Acquisitions Editor) Are you going to submit to my publishing house?
(Maxwell Alexander Drake) (quietly) I wrote a story that fits your submission guidelines.
(Acquisitions Editor) (screaming) Are you going to submit to my publishing house?
(Maxwell Alexander Drake) (screams back) You're goddamn right I am!!!