About Obituarius


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.

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22 May 2019 15:37
The outdoors and beautiful landscapes. Art and books.
Favorite Books:
The Stand.
Favorite Authors:
Too many to list.
Favorite Movies:
Favourite TV Shows:
Mostly news-oriented
Favorite Music:
Progressive jazz and raw blues.


Date Joined:
05 Dec 2018
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Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 22 May 2019 08:36


Topic: What Would Your Dream Career Be?
Posted: 18 May 2019 11:53

I am living my dream with a wonderful family and bookshop.

Topic: I am
Posted: 26 Apr 2019 12:38

I am, my am. T think

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.

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Just A Brush

Bit it jis a brush tae tone yer hair a shade o crimson bark sae lovely true as yer reflection fae the gless gives rise tae yer emerald een tae inhale the essence o ye ma maiden fair o lo'e songs warming the cockles o ma hert bit it jis a brush tae tone yer hair But it's just a brush to tone your hair a shade of crimson bark so lovely true as your reflection from the glass gives rise to...

Added 21 May 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 34

My Mind's Landau

As susurrous winds raise withers across patterns of my heart spinning leaves like whirligigs from the timberlands and reed grass of autumn's falling in a pastoral forest and the clime's mist Feeling your kisses touch the brow of my mind's landau where we lay with the dew of your loving ratatouille as only your lips can say neath quilts of our torn and the lift of my dowser stick   before...

Added 17 May 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 104

Winter's Candy

In the shadow of winter born over the knolls and trees of autumn leaves falling and midnight calling as echos of our love sing from a meteorite's wing Of the solstice moon as we kiss the sweet of the sap boiling in our veins of the lunar dust as our tongues tangle Beneath a distant star and the maple in the jar as I touch your lips of mahogany red catching your eyes hardening into candy ...

Added 16 May 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 70

Forever In My Mind

Forever in my mind in shadows on the vine and your silhouette as I taste the sweet dew of nectar's soft rain with love our downspout     dreaming the shade of you pale of skin free of oxygen with a gold taira's ring    as your breath sing me to sleep and the metamorphosis of spring with petals of the winter born  ...

Added 13 May 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 90


Growing up, we had fried chicken on Sunday. Now we have chicken nuggets without bones. Where do boneless chickens come from? A butcher gave my mom soup bones. Now they come in a package. Three for four dollars. Granny snapped green beans. Now they have no snap. Just in a can with a flap.     Succotash was corn and lima beans. Now it's an expletive from a damn cat. Jello came in powder to...

Added 11 May 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 114


The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in the sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcized by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. As I craved the womb with a pearl in its oyster bed between thighs. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a rock....

Added 10 May 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 155

Carnal Threads

In recesses of my mind where you will find me, writing my poetry   for streams of my urethra. Winding rivers of dark giving in to the raptures, and a choir of angels in fields of Andromeda. As a scent of lust captures my poetic frenzy, in carnal threads, of my aphrodisia'....

Added 07 May 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 112


In shadows of the oasis of dust in the haboob like bedouins of the night on the Sinai Leaving footprints in the sand crossing the dunes in caravans whispering Arabic love songs blowing over the silica Seeking treats of sweet plums as you trace my shadow with your lips of ghost and embrocation of love In the shadows of the oasis where spirits dwell in the fonds of trees   leaving footprints...

Added 04 May 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 192

Olden Troves

Sleeping into tomorrow on gold forsythia as the moonlight hung a valance zinnia dreaming of psalms and aphrodisia' with roses strung on a bed of petal's vine and spirits of Raphael From your lips of red charming and nectar's sweet of a pillow's down of honey's dew in autumn's wind with the essence of aged wine   from the vineyard of your heart Like a swan in flight with gilded wings...

Added 28 Apr 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 168

The Dormers

In autumn's gilded leaves and angels in the teapot wafting pekoe and polishing the gold As frost paints the pane with tears in condensation and love in distilation smiling in the eaves Seeing your eyes glow as windchimes sing   and romance in tow kissed on crimson lips Wafting pekoe with love's purity as the piccolos whistle from the dormers up above  ...

Added 23 Apr 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 206

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