I suppose if I was a musician I would write a song about it. You will be missed Max. Good bye cousin I'm sorry I never got to know you. May I add in this dark time some of my friends have been so supportive. In the tough times you find out who your friends are I think. I think though this isn't always a good way to judge our friends are falable. Haven't we failed our friends in some ways?
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sorrow.
Lost a cousin to alcoholism the kid was 18 and had his whole life going for him. I am grieving that. I am also grieving the fact that I never had a childhood. I am ready to grow up but it's really painful. Sometimes it doesn't rain but it pours. The truth is I would love to have a wife and perhaps some kids but I can't lead kids to adulthood if I haven't gone their myself.
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Day My Dog Smoked a Pipe
The day my dog smoked a pipe
Was dark and dreary,
His eyes, however,
Were bright and cheery,
Like a Hawk on a wire
over looking the newspaper,
My wife served him a plate of bacon,
He said not a word,
But sniffed,
and munched thoughtfully.
Afterward this skillfully lighting my pipe
He began puffing and turning the pages
first the daily news, then the sports section.
I slapped the paper in defiance,
He simply humphed, puffed and turned the pages.
My wife shewed me away.
And I incensed jumped upon
The Mantle piece curling my tail
around my hinds.
Was dark and dreary,
His eyes, however,
Were bright and cheery,
Like a Hawk on a wire
over looking the newspaper,
My wife served him a plate of bacon,
He said not a word,
But sniffed,
and munched thoughtfully.
Afterward this skillfully lighting my pipe
He began puffing and turning the pages
first the daily news, then the sports section.
I slapped the paper in defiance,
He simply humphed, puffed and turned the pages.
My wife shewed me away.
And I incensed jumped upon
The Mantle piece curling my tail
around my hinds.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Sorry for my lapse in writing, if you aren't reading his I understand why, however, if you are flipping through, I thought I would share one of my poems with you.
It's taken from "The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Mim the Dwarf
( A song of Mim, petty dwarf betrayer of Turin Turumbal,
The First Age of Middle-Earth by J.R.R. Tolkien)
Stalward figure with a face of stone stood, Mim last of his house,
Not likened was his kind to the Thanes of old,
Though these were the days of their flowery youth,
Amon Rudh was the house of Mim,
A hill of bare and rocky stone,
Crowned by the Red flowering Sargon,
At its feet stank a large black bog.
Hidden in the eves of subtle stone were
the secrets of the Petty Kings of old,
All now gone and lost but a memory of
but the memory of smithed metal and chiseled stone.
In the halls of Mim dwelt the outlaws of Turin, there
the keen eyes of Mim led Turin
The muffled gloom of Bar-en-Dunwedh beset Turin's men,
Yet behold! In the muffled silence of snow a new figure came,
Beleg Cuthalion, elf friend of Turin. His light was a lesser light
Of the Eldar,
Yet he was a cool spring in the midst of a biting winter.
And so, the frozen hearts of the Outlaws melted in the light of the Eldar,
Mim's teeth set on edge,
His eyes cool and keen at the sight of Cuthalion,
Seasons passed, the snow cap melt,
Murmured were the weeping words of Mim at the edge of the wood,
His son in the iron grasp of the black skinned orc.
Silent slept the Outlaws watch, safe from the enemies eyes,
Dreams of the promise of spring, hope ever warmed their hearts.
Then netted as a bird, and skeward like a pig, the Outlaws were silenced,
Turin himself was dragged north, helpless in the black hands of Thangorodrim.
Mim entered his silent house to the sound of a bow sting
and a biting shaft.
With a shout he fell, a trail of blood to tell the tale.
Beleg limped slowly forth.
It's taken from "The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Mim the Dwarf
( A song of Mim, petty dwarf betrayer of Turin Turumbal,
The First Age of Middle-Earth by J.R.R. Tolkien)
Stalward figure with a face of stone stood, Mim last of his house,
Not likened was his kind to the Thanes of old,
Though these were the days of their flowery youth,
Amon Rudh was the house of Mim,
A hill of bare and rocky stone,
Crowned by the Red flowering Sargon,
At its feet stank a large black bog.
Hidden in the eves of subtle stone were
the secrets of the Petty Kings of old,
All now gone and lost but a memory of
but the memory of smithed metal and chiseled stone.
In the halls of Mim dwelt the outlaws of Turin, there
the keen eyes of Mim led Turin
The muffled gloom of Bar-en-Dunwedh beset Turin's men,
Yet behold! In the muffled silence of snow a new figure came,
Beleg Cuthalion, elf friend of Turin. His light was a lesser light
Of the Eldar,
Yet he was a cool spring in the midst of a biting winter.
And so, the frozen hearts of the Outlaws melted in the light of the Eldar,
Mim's teeth set on edge,
His eyes cool and keen at the sight of Cuthalion,
Seasons passed, the snow cap melt,
Murmured were the weeping words of Mim at the edge of the wood,
His son in the iron grasp of the black skinned orc.
Silent slept the Outlaws watch, safe from the enemies eyes,
Dreams of the promise of spring, hope ever warmed their hearts.
Then netted as a bird, and skeward like a pig, the Outlaws were silenced,
Turin himself was dragged north, helpless in the black hands of Thangorodrim.
Mim entered his silent house to the sound of a bow sting
and a biting shaft.
With a shout he fell, a trail of blood to tell the tale.
Beleg limped slowly forth.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
So it's November Firstish and the topic is Thankfulness. I am thankful that I got the promp that hey dude that was you on for writing November First. Oops! Really I try to make a list of things to be thankful for not only once a year but everday. Especially when I'm in a depressed or self pitying funk.
I'm glad I have love from friends and and church family around me. I am greatful to be writing stories today. I find I miss it if I go too long without writing. I'm thankful I have a God in my life that looks after me. I couldn't live life without him.
I have to say I find it really trippy that I cross the Golden Gate Bridge every Sunday and a lot of Tuesdays to go to Church and connect with my church friends.
If you had told me in 2000 that I would be living in California and going across the Golden Gate bridge every week I would have told you you have been smoking a little to much Prop 19.
I mean isn't California the land of Fruits, nuts and flakes? Yeah things are pretty loose over hear. Especially the San Francisco Bay. But you know it turns out God has a place in his kingdom for Fruits, Nuts and Flakes. After all he made them.
I find that while the Christian population is only ten percent of the population here meeting together with other Christians is not only nessesary it is also rich.
I think ahead, probably too much of going to Tel Aviv University in Israel. I read that the Christian Population there is about one percent. The time together must be really rich. A friend of mine just got back from there on a business trip.
She said the land and the people are just ready for a harvest. Wow, how cool is that?? We have so much to be thankful for.
I'm glad I have love from friends and and church family around me. I am greatful to be writing stories today. I find I miss it if I go too long without writing. I'm thankful I have a God in my life that looks after me. I couldn't live life without him.
I have to say I find it really trippy that I cross the Golden Gate Bridge every Sunday and a lot of Tuesdays to go to Church and connect with my church friends.
If you had told me in 2000 that I would be living in California and going across the Golden Gate bridge every week I would have told you you have been smoking a little to much Prop 19.
I mean isn't California the land of Fruits, nuts and flakes? Yeah things are pretty loose over hear. Especially the San Francisco Bay. But you know it turns out God has a place in his kingdom for Fruits, Nuts and Flakes. After all he made them.
I find that while the Christian population is only ten percent of the population here meeting together with other Christians is not only nessesary it is also rich.
I think ahead, probably too much of going to Tel Aviv University in Israel. I read that the Christian Population there is about one percent. The time together must be really rich. A friend of mine just got back from there on a business trip.
She said the land and the people are just ready for a harvest. Wow, how cool is that?? We have so much to be thankful for.
Possible Zombie Apocolypse
It's not people I'm worried about, it's monkeys. Yeah people give me that look all the time like I'm strange when I say that, but I saw it happen man I was there! It started out with some rumors about monkeys getting out of a lab.
Hey who would believe in that stuff anyway? It's like AIDS who really knows how it happened but it did huh?
Same here. I heard of some monkey escaping the Berkley Labs. OK probably false but hey it could happen you know?But I saw it one night.
First I thought it was a cat jumping out of a tree or a squirrl or some thing.
Then I saw it man it looked at me and my friend.It's eyes were hollow and empty it's face dry and rubbery. It didn't even look real but I didn't see any strings.
That's when it jumped at my friend Doug and started tearing at his face. Hey you can call me a coward if you want, but I just ran. I can still hear Doug's screams.
It wasn't long after that, that I heard of more break-in's and not just Berkley. There was San Francisco State, and UCLA. It was an epidemic.
The dead monkey invasion had begun.
Hey who would believe in that stuff anyway? It's like AIDS who really knows how it happened but it did huh?
Same here. I heard of some monkey escaping the Berkley Labs. OK probably false but hey it could happen you know?But I saw it one night.
First I thought it was a cat jumping out of a tree or a squirrl or some thing.
Then I saw it man it looked at me and my friend.It's eyes were hollow and empty it's face dry and rubbery. It didn't even look real but I didn't see any strings.
That's when it jumped at my friend Doug and started tearing at his face. Hey you can call me a coward if you want, but I just ran. I can still hear Doug's screams.
It wasn't long after that, that I heard of more break-in's and not just Berkley. There was San Francisco State, and UCLA. It was an epidemic.
The dead monkey invasion had begun.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
My fevered pitch.
Okay, here is my pitch in a nut shell, please give me feedback if you like. The idea origionally was to create a series of short stories that spanned the whole world we will see where God takes it though.
Alambraidria a world of superheroes, which was nearly torn apart by war that spanned their world and beyond 1,000 years ago.
Today heroes stand perplexed at the growing number of super villains in their world that threaten to overwhelm them.
Here: A hero fights to unite the varied factions of heroes, A public accountant dreams of becoming a superhero and a woman with an infamous past fights to survive.
Alambraidria a world of superheroes, which was nearly torn apart by war that spanned their world and beyond 1,000 years ago.
Today heroes stand perplexed at the growing number of super villains in their world that threaten to overwhelm them.
Here: A hero fights to unite the varied factions of heroes, A public accountant dreams of becoming a superhero and a woman with an infamous past fights to survive.
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