About Obituarius

Biography

Just a guy who likes to write. I was here once before under a different name. I have no appetite for fools or games. I write for my own spotlight and need not a bouquet of ego.

I own a small bookshop with a coffee shop. And I enjoy collaborations and discussing ideas.

I spent twelve years in the USMC. Also at one time owned a chain of Video shops. I sold them all before the roof caved in.

Name:
Obituarius
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Local Time:
25 Mar 2019 16:23
Interests:
The outdoors and beautiful landscapes. Art and books.
Favorite Books:
The Stand.
Favorite Authors:
Too many to list.
Favorite Movies:
Gandhi
Favourite TV Shows:
Mostly news-oriented
Favorite Music:
Progressive jazz and raw blues.

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Date Joined:
05 Dec 2018
Last Visit:
25 Mar 2019
Page Viewed:
594 times
Friends:
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Followers:
3
Days in Chat:
0
Days on Site:
30+
Forum Posts:
31
Stories:
54
Badges:
4

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Topic: What Do You Remember As A Kid?
Posted: 13 Mar 2019 15:04

When the world was much slower and people spoke across fences. Kids respected their parents and automobiles looked like cars. Idols weren't celebrities or tattooed billboards. Cabled TV had fewer commercials and newspapers had the news.

Topic: How do you choose a book?
Posted: 03 Mar 2019 09:45

A book has to grab me and not let go. There are too many books to be read than to be bored in the first couple of chapters.

Topic: Synonyms
Posted: 28 Feb 2019 15:13

Synonyms-one of my favorite candies

Topic: What music are you listening to?
Posted: 10 Feb 2019 14:01

Progressive jazz

Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 10 Feb 2019 14:00

over cast

Topic: What are you listening to right now?
Posted: 10 Feb 2019 13:59

the silence of it all

Topic: Challenges and Prompts
Posted: 09 Feb 2019 05:32

What is it with the badge ego!

You're right, it probably is ego, but know what, it's also a heck of a lot of fun chasing badges. Fun is something you might want to try on here, for no other reason than it is fun.

I think I need to tackle these challenges too, it's been a while since I got a shiny new badge. <img src="/images/emoticons/happy8.gif" alt="happy8">

I have and it got me nowhere when all the apples go to a few pies. A posse does not change the truth.

Topic: Challenges and Prompts
Posted: 08 Feb 2019 11:43

i'm not in a parade. Are you?

Topic: How do you choose a book?
Posted: 08 Feb 2019 10:20

Usually, I like to pick a first time writer. It's easy when one has access to thousands of books.

Topic: Inspiring writers
Posted: 08 Feb 2019 10:17

Edgar Allen Poe
Robt. McCammon
Peter Straub
Agatha Christie
Nelson DeMille


I could on and on, but I believe they have helped make me a pretty, "dawg gone writer." I'm sure some will disagree.

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Dracos

Salivating on the Ouija yawning with omens of sin   reflecting off polished nails as a shadow covets my skin silencing my pen With lips of moonlit tambourine and the rising of my joust   as dusk seeps through cracks   and the winged dracos appear   over rafters and dust In a dark space of loneliness a wretched place to be only love can overcome a preamble to the nave as we kiss      ...

Added 25 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 17

Nightfields

With a soliloquy of the wind's sonata In midnight's dawn hideaway Like reeds of oboes whispering Where mushrooms grow portobello Our heavenly bisque of dusk dew Stirring emotions of love In forest where unicorns fly Over fields in Shambala Where dreams echo In midnight's dawn hideaway  ...

Added 23 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 40

Love Is Dark

Hearing you calling out my name I can hear you but I can't see you it's really not the same just a breeze howling    from your place in the loam But the moments linger as dawn rises over the stones and you touch my soul with a kiss as the door to tomorrow swings on hinges of your loneliness Welcoming me to your dark as the silence harmonize with a gesture of a smile and a sermon of love as...

Added 20 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 77

Shh...

What is eternal without an ending    nothing last forever in a vacuum when there is no poetic oxygen Although a globe of a rainbow may shine reflecting off an hourglass of sand as the tides of love caress your divine   Of angels and underlings on swings and seesaws with wings as we kiss   on a sunset moon of autumn's dew With tea from a glass podstakannik and handle of silver never to...

Added 18 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 118

Down

A shadow in passing of the moonlight in sleep as you enter my dreams whispering sweet kisses with songs of love and counting to ten as I smile Holding you in nocturnal cradle in dreams of angels with wings obviously on satin sheets touching me in places on soft duvets    ...

Added 16 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 158 | 1 Comment

Rapids

From the wings of a Pegasus seeing what he saw looking down on Shangri-La through eyes of endless time and the pendulum swung as the winds began to thaw In a valley of golden swings and rivers of ambrosia as the clouds rained sugar you smiled upon the tea with your lips honoring me in rapids of cascade Making love on a doily lace with my sweet angel face we kissed with dawn of dew on...

Added 10 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 288 | 2 Comments

Hello, Toodaloo

In my iniquities, inking with pen    with omens of Sasquatch as I sin, from the depth of quicksand's sanity in my mind's firkin, as I log in. Crossing over the horizons where time has no boundaries, as my muse's tongue swings on my dangling preamble Hallowed be the window pane, morally corrupt is thy name, quipping with a raven's pinion in my mind's firkin, as I log in. Tucked between...

Added 08 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 280 | 1 Comment

Fantasy

Life is not measured in time   Or the brier of one's remains For there is no mainspring What lies within the heart Life is a fantasy to be played With poetic oxygen And the puppeteer with strings  ...

Added 06 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 224 | 1 Comment

String

Shadows in my tea reflecting back on me Of memories in pekoe tied on a string With a ripple of echoes wafting scent As your breath caress my soul With spiritual wings and a gold halo   As my tears recall all the years Of memories in pekoe tied on a string  ...

Added 04 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 204 | 3 Comments

Pane Of Glass

In my indiscretions upon a night like shadows on a pane of glass dusk has fallen to a faint violet with words and wind songs Where have all the ghosts gone on a night painted with snow so silently my mind drifts of when we were but young lovers   As the condensation drips like ink from my well in a quorum of an old bard's tale   we kissed upon a heavenly swell And as the candle-moths dance...

Added 02 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 194 | 2 Comments

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