I wrote Sentry For A Century a long time ago, about 15 rings ago, and have always liked the story in it. I hope my writing did it justice.
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Yang’s Not So Dark But Scary Story brings balance to Yin's Dark and Scary Story.
Yang, a baby polar bear, is afraid of the light because she cannot see herself.
Hear how she too is saved from her daydream nightmare by a white maned knight mare as told by the now familiar black and white hare who also happened to witness it there.
Yin, a baby black bear, is afraid of the dark because he cannot see himself.
Hear how he is saved from his nightmare by a black maned knight mare as told by the black and white hare who witnessed it there.
If you love Yin’s Dark And Scary Story, then stay tuned for it’s not so dark but scary sequel, Yang’s Not So Dark But Scary Story!
The symmetry of succulents
Their patterning of thorns
The spray and spread of prairie grass
Reaching for the stars
The placement of the petals
So precisely form the rose
I give to you on the dance floor…
In my room upstairs in the house I grew up, I could lie in my bed and look out the open windows and over the backyard. I stared out at nothing, but saw everything.
As I lay on my bed
Eyes level to the windows
Eyes level to the storm
A flash over the backyard
The power of the lightning
Hear the roar of the thunder
Over the cries
Of the Flash Flood alarm….
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Is that a grain of sand
Or the world in my hand
Whether an accident or whether planned
Damper the bells
Sound no alarms
It’s the universe when you’re in my arms
See the change
You want to be
Then
Be the change
You want to see
There’s a headstone
At the corner
Of Whittaker and Water
If you were a location
My life’s vacation
My destination
You’d be where I’d wanna be
"Death’s the noose but the rope is the life
My friend
Death is only tied to one end" - rAveNswAn
This is about budding relationships…
You plant the seeds.
You provide sun.
You provide water.
But will the flower bloom against life’s adversities?
The optimist in me screams, “Yes!”
And when she cries
An angel spreads its wings…
An angel spreads its wings and flies
And with the gale force wind of its wings
It tries
To stop the flood
To save heaven…
The safe haven in the clouds
From the argent veil that shrouds
The Man Whose Essence Is Off is a storyline I have always imagined as a series of Saturday Night Live skits…when Saturday Night Live was funny.
I think The Man Whose Essence Is Off’s premise is ripe for many comedic scenarios, but I’ve been wrong before. It’s never stopped me from trying.
I’ll be your superhero
I’ll soar between you
And your Armageddon
With all of my strength
I’ll hit it head on
Don’t take pictures for granted…take them for memories. - rAveNswAn
Wrote Evidence of the Footfalls of Freedom and published it in the This Journal Belongs To Jakeb Hoke collection with the novel, Through the Kindness of Ravens.
Evidence of the Footfalls of Freedom was inspired by something I had read in one or more of many books on the Revolutionary War. A commander of the Continental Army had written in their journal how they had looked down at the ground from riding their horse beside the marching army to find many of the soldiery were barefoot and bleeding on the snow.
I wrote this a while ago, but have always liked it. If Stephen King wrote a country song, this is how I imagine it would roll...
Yesterday...
You were off tomorrow
Tomorrow...
You’ll be off yesterday
Don't miss today
No time to borrow
You’re off today
You’re off today
Read about one of the darkest planets ever found, Dark Jupiter, a.k.a. WASP 104b, in an article at ancient-code.com. Pretty cool stuff...pretty dark!
Woke up this morning with a goal that before I got up and out of bed I would have a concept with which to write around. I’m not sure where it came from, but within a few minutes I thought of a million grains of sand…and how a million grains seems like a lot, but how the distance they span is probably not that far. That thought then jumped to how some of life’s issues explode into seemingly huge events, only to find we’ve made mountains out of molehills. It may have put a million grains of sand between us, but only a hundred steps to make up the ground.