Romance is such a wonderful thing. Romance is a way of showing someone you care. Romance is a way of showing the person you care about that you are thinking of them. Romance is a way of showing someone you love them. Romance is a way of showing the person you love that you are thinking of them. Romance is a way of showing someone you like or choose to cherish. Romance is a hand written note. Romance is going for a walk. R...

Dawn breaks open your skies; It’s twilight in my realm. I hasten to bed before midnight, As your sun overwhelms. I lie down lonely here, And pray wakefulness gone; I need to catch a dream to take me To you, and be as one. Beautiful Dream Faerie Controls our secret tryst. She dances upon the willow branch, In dreams we are both kissed. Her wishes carry me Over oceans to you; The whisper of waves float me closer. Dream Faer...

 Rain From the distance a rumble.. Then a crash of electrical colour. Darkened skies, wind whipping thru trees. One drop the size of a dime then a quarter. Close the windows, and put a log on the fire. Time to reflect and relax from a hard day. Your life as you have lived it, good and bad. Bless the Lord for his rain washes away your misdeeds. The time you walked by the man with an empty stomach, tattered clothes, did you...

Ray kept babbling, going around and around in circles. He knew what he was saying, but what he was saying made no sense to Rufus.“Ray, are you saying that Amy knew my dad?” “Exactly,” Ray held his head in his hands.“But, I don’t remember anyone called William. How can you be sure?”“I’m sure, I know William and I know he wouldn’t make a mistake. Not about this.”“Ray, I wasn’t aware that Amy was the cause of Willie being co...

Have I missed something? What is happening? Is it getting worse or is it just me? So many stories, poems, and musings Seem to be offered without editing. And when you give an honest opinion You are called a grammar nazi or worse. Should you just pass it off and forget it, Aware that it may be unimportant In this new world of pain and suffering And when we know these folks are still learning. Are they truly attempting to i...

Chapter 27 Against All Odds “Why do you keep coming back to save us?” Asmadis releases me from the grasp of his not-so-strong hands but stays on top of me, just the way we fell on the ground. “I don’t know.” I shake my head. If I could get a coin for every time they said “you’ve come back”. Well, forget the coin. So many questions. I need at least one answer. “Frankly,” Asmadis runs his hand on my cheek. “I’ve always love...

I am alone and when alone I think... Why does he treat me so cruelly? He never compliments me...He puts me down. We went to his friend's wedding four years ago now, and we found ourselves seated at a round table with strangers. He leaned across the table and asked me if I was going to wear the same dress to my sister-in-laws wedding. I felt confused at such an odd question. I had dressed carefully and felt I looked nice....

I can't help but think of (react to)a four-letter word I associate with scatological banking and bad behaviour and bad loans and risk pools and those who stacked the deck in their own favour, with no regard for the house-of-cards that must eventually fail once it reached the stratosphere when the weight of all the crap the flimsy cards themselves would succumb to the jet stream undercutting somewhere further down or farth...

I read months back and realize where I left off...July 15, 2012...Thank God I don't have to be perfect... *I am seeing companionship on another level that I have yet to understand as a human with human emotions. *Is my idea of companionship me being in control of someone else? Does that get confused with my natural leadership skills? *Take it Like you Own It(accept it as a part of you). *I can learn how to truly share bey...

“Who are you?” Gloria repeated.Amy got shy and started to disappear. Gloria stood there in dumbfounded shock. Eventually, she turned to Rufus, looked him square in the eyes and asked him what the bloody hell just happened?“Mum, I think we need to talk,” Rufus guided Gloria into the living room.“Was that a ghost?” Gloria asked, her hands shaking.Rufus made tea. This situation called for tea, lots of it.“Amy, it’s all right...

The Eucalyptus trees in California. Living in Northern California is a nice thing most of the time. It seems to be a very different state when compared to Southern California and the Sacramento area. People here live a laid-back life and are more liberal. One thing that used to upset me when I first lived here in 1967 was the plethora of Eucalyptus trees. They smell nice and are tall, but the sap, leaves and bark are a nu...

 « Oh My! The Phenom of Facebook, George Takei This blogging business has made me a lot more aware of certain things, such as the fact that the music industry is, collectively, a big schoolyard bully, blustering about and threatening us with swirlies in order to extort the lunch money of lowly writers by way of its absurd "Mother May I?" approach to quoting even a few words of lyrics. Now, I'm not talking about actual dis...

Chapter 26 In the Light of Lilac-Purple Moon Now, granted the circumstances, you need to stay where you were lost, so your party can come get you when they get a chance. But that does not apply to Domiarn Gidealis, flustered by a shadow, claiming to know the future fate of his dear friend! So I follow that shadow into the hole. Does it look like I’m delirious after inhaling too much hydrogen? Or is it a cunning trap? What...

Slowly, Jim and the wizard ascended through the roof of the house and began to undergo metamorphosis into their true reptilian form. Meanwhile, the young man without a face had the Senior Horse tied to a candy pole, ready for the removal of its lymphatic system and modification of the genetic structure to become the Second great liver bomb of the Pancreas Province. The wizard and Jim had no idea how to make Steak Diane......

The room was cold and dark, as her back pressed against the wall. Husky, the mischievous little girl had come to this end. She had tunnel vision, as she stared at the boy who held a knife at her throat. He shouted at a younger boy, who cried and pounded his fists into the side of the older one. One name came to her mind, Chris. A sneer peeled back her lips and a low growl came from deep within her. The older boy shoved Ch...