Source: We Heart It
Come with me for a little walk
Holding hands while we laugh and talk
Travel to the enchanted land
Lay a blanket out on the sand
Where we wait for the rising moon
Listen to her glorious tune
Splash a few fingers of whiskey
Starting to feel a bit frisky
Basking in the warm evening glow
Feeling it deep-down in our souls
Unto this world a new child is born…
Into a culture stricken with madness
That is strained by infinite sadness
The baby cries out loud when it is torn
From its mother’s womb of blackness
Out of its protection and comfort
The child shrieks at the sudden rejection
Life-line severed, a vital connection
Removed, the child suffers in discomfort
Incessant cries appeased through affection
Nurtured by two devoted parents
Naively infecting an open mind
With handed down beliefs over time
Practiced sophisticated appearance
All innocence stripped, a vile crime
Affected by inherent fate
All purity is lost with childhood
Preparing the stage for manhood
Opening only the designated gates
Failing to see or honor brotherhood
Believing all things are possible
Stepping on and over others
Conserving an evil culture
Through faith nothing is impossible
Desperate for acceptance he suffers
Distraught with grief he makes a confession
That defies the righteous path selected
Seeking his truth while preserving respect
Finds value in human connections
Coveting real purpose with acceptance
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As part of a collaborative effort, I wrote this piece for the infamous Kendall Pearson, and it was featured as the prologue in “The Meaning of Life,” Part I on July 13, 2014, and can be found at ThePublicBlogger.com The saga continues with Part II releasing on July 20, 2014.
I’m friends with the monster
Its my greatest fan and sponsor
Circumvents pending insanity
Keeps a semblance of humanity
In a world filled with violence
I was forced to form an alliance
Callous people always claiming fame
Exploitation is merely a game
Challenge and criticize my addiction
I’m resolute in my convictions
Fight till we expel our last breath
Together until the final death
What can I say except I love this post, werewolves, and this WRITER! If you haven’t made your way over to Der Erzahler’s Musings, you might want to take a few moments and visit cause you are seriously missing out on some wicked-ass talent!
Held securely in place
In an expansive open space
Within a blackened sky
Soaring way up high
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Bathed in her hue
A ray of graceful blue
Singing in the night
Child it’ll be all right
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Trust in the evening light
Hope permeates tonight
Forever you will be held
Harmony casted its spell
It – Pennywise the Dancing Clown (2013)
Finally, I can sit back and relax and tip my glass as the boys begin to play their games. Perched on a lawn chair, with other spectators, I await the spectacular fire-show that is about to unfold. It is about time to see the pretty lights. The sun is almost set, and it sits behind me to the west. The air is calm, and the only breeze that kisses my bare knees is from the little feet that stir-up the air as they run around me. I fidget in my seat and scratch like I have fleas. The blasted heat is stifling, the abnormal humidity is suffocating and so I must drink, you see, to get some relief. I am woman, so my skin is dewy and wet, and don’t you dare call it sweat if you know what is best because at some point you too will need to rest, I bet. I try not to scratch, but the blasted gnats are out to attack. This aliment could have been easily remedied; if only I had remembered to purchase some repellent.
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Wishing everyone in the US a nice long holiday weekend, but remember to be safe and sane! Also, be sure to keep your illegal and homemade explosives separated, so that you don’t get caught red-handed and slapped with a hefty fine. Lastly, if you are going to drive – please be responsible. 🙂 HAVE FUN!
Last night, I looked out into the vast sea of darkness and saw a light off in the distance
I stopped dead in my tracks and kept looking back with an overwhelming sense of dread
Torn between advancing and relapsing; questioning to move forward or to remain in place
Clinging to the familiar fiends buried within that prevent me from being seen or heard
Realizing that something is missing, I fight a little harder to make a significant change – starting today
The light is so far away, yet I must be on my way and accept my fate before I fade away
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