Musings of a Mad Poet

"Tears of the Western Moon" Update with Expanded Prologue Preview

2012-02-29T11:06:00.001-08:00

I have added to the Prologue since my last post and wanted to update it for all who are interested. This is probably the last time I will throw a preview of the prologue up since it will probably be edited and added to again once I start the editing process. The reason I added what I did is I initially felt that the prologue was too short, indeed it is still a bit short for my tastes now, but I was also struggling with how to tell some backstory that would explain how thing came to be the way that they are.

This edit is my attempt to fix that and so far I am pleased with the results. The journal entries that tell the now ancient history of the planet as well as the history of the moon, Sila, will be scattered throughout the novel. The main concern I have with doing this is creating a jarring experience for the reader, but fixing problems like that is what editing is all about.

So far I am over 10k words into the novel and while I am shooting for just 50k to start off, I am hoping I surprise myself and take it all the way to 100k or more. Also, in case you were wondering about the format in which this is written… I am writing this way for multiple reasons, one, it will make the manuscript easier to get ready for publishing if it is already in this format and font, and two, I like the way it looks in general.

Prologue

They watched and they waited as time slowly passed them by. The Watchers watched as they had done now for thousands of years, waiting for the sign, the sign that would tell them it was time to awaken the Sleepers. They knew that the time was drawing near, they could hear the pulse. The pulse, the rhythm of life, they could hear it slowly fading. High in their orbital position above the planet’s surface they watched, they waited, they listened.

All of the Organics were now gone from the station, their dreams though still living on within the Watchers and the Sleepers. The Organics had built them well, made them to last. Their programming was infallible. If necessary, the Watchers would wait till eternity, though they knew that that would not be the case, for the pulse was slowing, fading and soon the sign would come. Then great machines would them spring into action, fulfilling their purpose once more.

In the vacuum of space there was little to cause damage to the great machines as they watched and waited, indeed, the biggest threat that they had experienced was a loss of power that occurred in the early days, before the Organics had all vanished. Thanks to the Organics that had made them, the machines had an unlimited source of power which had aided them over the many years of their vigil. Strategically placed mirrors that reflected light from the sun when it was on the opposing side of the planet below, kept the solar panels on the back side of the station fed, preventing another outage like that one in the early days. This prevented to station and the machines within from running out of power which was important to the task that the Watchers were charged with.

Electricity sparked as the Watchers summoned the records of the past from deep within their circuitry. They didn’t know why they did this, but it seemed whenever they reflected back to the past in anyway, the records would come to fill the void of memory. Perhaps it was just their programming but whenever the records would com they could not help but turn their attention slightly inward toward the record to view it, as if there was some hidden message within for them to glean despite that fact that they had watched these records thousands of times before throughout the centuries.

Journal Entry #1282

Date – 06/12/2234

Project - Sila

Status – 23.4 percent complete

We have completed the framework of the space station Sila and have started installation on the power stations that will power the station once it is complete. So far everything is running smoothly and we have had no complications to report. Once the power stations are complete we will then get the solar panels installed and once we have confirmation that everything is in working order we will start building that machines that will be assigned to run that station once it is complete. They should be able to aid in the construction and speed the project up.

As project manager, I feel that that is the best course of action since we received word that the first of the immigrant ships will be arriving from Earth in roughly ten years’ time. That severely limits our time tables on this project but I have faith that we will pull through and have everything ready before they get here. My family should be on that ship and I can’t wait to see them once again. Maybe this new planet will be the perfect new home for us to start over so that our children and our children’s children will have a chance to enjoy a world that is pure and free of the corruption we wrought on Earth.

The Yggdrasil project has been completed on the planet’s surface for some time and is awaiting our completion with the station. Once Sila is complete we will unleash the Tears and pray that our calculations were correct and this planet can indeed be suitable for life. I hope against all hope that we were correct. If we were, then the Tears working with the Yggdrasil should bring this planet to life, like a virgin Earth, that has been unspoiled by our hands. I hope that we learn from our mistakes on Earth.

All of us here on the Sila project are hoping that we succeed in time and that all of this will not be in vain. Reports from Earth indicate that the situation there is deteriorating rapidly and all their eyes are turned to us in this faraway planet tucked into the corner of our galaxy.

We here at the Sila project realize the weight of our burden and hope that we are strong enough to see it through. The Tears will be ready on time, even if we have to die to make it so.

End Journal Entry #1282

Soon, soon, the Watches whispered among their circuits as the record came to a close. The signal will be shown to us once again. Soon, we shall awaken the Sleepers. Soon it will be time once again, time to unleash the Tears of Sila once more.

The Words Continue Of Bone And Sinew

2012-02-22T13:11:00.000-08:00

It is official. I have started my second novel. As you all should know by now, my first novel “Shadows of the Western Moon” is currently going through its first proofread. I was going to wait until that proof read was done and I had started finished my second edit before starting the second novel. Well, long story short, I got tired of waiting to write it and wanted to start it while the ideas were still fresh in my head, so I have started it.

The name of the second novel is going to be “Tears of the Western Moon” and it starts off just a couple of weeks after the events of “Shadows of the Western Moon”. I am hoping with this one to not only expand upon the 2 main characters from the first novel, Jonah and Alissa, but also to really develop the two characters Sephira and Doctor Sliss, since they play a much larger role in this novel. As I am finding out as I write this second novel, the first one was just the prelude to the real journey that these four characters experiencing.

Currently I am only little over 6,000 words into the new novel and like the first; my goal is 50,000 just like it was for NaNoWriMo. The main difference between now and NaNoWriMo is that I am taking a much more relaxed pace this time around when writing. When I was participating in NaNoWriMo I had to have a daily goal of 1,667 words in order to hit my 30 day goal of 50,000 words. Even though I was able to hit my goal of 50,000 words in 25 days instead of thirty, it was rather stressful at times, so this time around I am removing the 30 day limit from the equation. My goal is to write 1,000 words per day with the exception of Saturday and Sunday. On those two days I am not going to write anything.

The second novel will be completed when it gets completed and I am not going to rush it. I am hoping that by doing this, it will make the first time I edit it go a lot smoother then the first novel did. I had to completely rework sections of the first novel because of grammatical errors that could have been avoided the first time around if I had not been in such a hurry.

But anyway, here is a little taste of what the new book has in store for you. This is the prologue which isn’t very long but sets things up quite nicely. This is the very first rough draft of this which has not yet been edited in any way. I hope you enjoy.

Prologue

In the vacuum of space there was little to cause damage to the great machines as they watched and waited, indeed, the biggest threat that they had experienced was a loss of power. Thanks to the Organics that had made them, the machines had an unlimited source of power which had aided them over the many years of their vigil. Strategically placed mirrors that reflected light from the sun when it was on the opposing side of the planet below, kept the solar panels on the back side of the station fed. This prevented to station and the machines within from running out of power which was important to the task that the Watchers were charged with.

Soon, soon, the Watches whispered among their circuits. The signal will be shown to us once again. Soon, we shall awaken the Sleepers. Soon it will be time once again, time to unleash the Tears of Sila once more.

"The Moonstones Trilogy" Information part 3

2012-02-14T11:37:00.001-08:00

Ok, I have finish my first (rough) outline at least, that is to say, I have finished all that I am going to post. I don't want to spoil the book for anyone which is why I am leaving third section empty for when it comes to public veiwing. If someone I know really wants to read that part of the outline I will let them upon request. But anyway, here is that last little bit, once again, spoiler free.
2.4 Charne

2.4.1 Description – Charne is a massive ruin that once used to be a bustling city that was located in the middle of the Tulk Valley which is in the middle of the Sarphine Jungle and to the west of the Mindas Rift. It is also located far to the west of Ib. The ruined city is made mainly of dark grey stone that resembles marble. All of the buildings are craved from this stone as well as all of the giant cobblestones that make the streets. The only structure that is not made of this marble like stone is the huge pyramid that sits at the heart of the city. Whereas most of the buildings in Charne are relatively short with flat roofs, the pyramid stands out because if it’s height. It towers over the rest of the city with a lone temple that sits at the very top of it. The pyramid and the buildings within a few blocks of it are the only structures that have not been claimed by the jungle. The rest of the city has been slowly taken over by the plant life of the jungle. Some of the structures on the outer edge of Charne are little more than piles of rubble due to the jungles encroachment. The ruins have been long since picked over by looter and nothing of value remains.

2.4.2 History – The city of Charne wasn’t always a huge city. It started out as a small village. It wasn’t until Sephira and her husband Cain settled there that the village began to grow where it eventually became the city that it was. When Sephira and Cain came to settle in the village, the natives of the village saw a massive population bloom as birthrates jumped and the abundance of food seemed to mysteriously increase. This led to not only the city growing because of natives multiplying, but also growing because of many people immigrating to the area to take advantage of the seemingly supernatural life bloom. Charne grew rapidly until it became the huge city that it was. When her husband died of old age, Sephira became one of the main draws from both near and far to the city since she seemed to have the mysterious ability to cure any ailment short of death and old age. She set herself up as a healing woman in order to support herself, never demanding money or wealth, all she asked was that the people that she helped would help her with her basic needs, food, clothing, and repairs to the home that she and her husband had shared. As her reputation grew in not only the region, but the world as well, everyone wanted her help. This led to the ruler of Charne, a paranoid man, to make decisions behind Sephira’s back by blocking requests for her to travel to other cities to help the people there. The ruler was afraid that if she were told about any of the cases that could not be brought to her that she would leave to go to them and not come back because the people that she would travel to go see would prevent her from returning. This is what led to the Ibians eventually taking up arms against the city of Charne since their requests for the healer had been denied several times. Ib’s king was deathly ill and the Ibians were just wanting Sephiras aid so that their king could live. When the final denial came back to them from Charne, they decided that is she would not come to them, they would go and get her or, if possible, her source of power. Ib brought the full force of it technological might against the city of Charne, slaughtering all that stood in their path. The few survivors of the attack buried their dead and then mysteriously vanished into the fog of history.

2.5 Westerfield

2.5.1 Description – Westerfield is a medium sized city that has not grown much over the many years that it has been around. It is one of about two dozen cities of equal size that make up the Republic of Bethel. Bethel rests far to the south of New Babylon across the southern Andronicus Sea. Westerfield is the oldest city of the state and because of this is the capitol of Bethel. The city itself is not what most would expect of a capitol city. It has a very “wild west” feel to it with how open the city is. There are no real walls around the city which is customary of all the cities of Bethel, instead they have fencing that surrounds the cities with short watch towers scattered along the perimeter. Westerfield is surrounded by many acres of developed farm land that fills the gaps between it and the other cities that form the state. The farmlands all have housing and barns that are close together inside a fenced in area similar to the cities.

2.5.2 Districts – Westerfield, like all the cities of Bethel, has no discernible districts other than a marketplace that is set aside for shops, skilled tradesmen, farmers and traveling merchants. Everyone is seen as an equal as long as they pull their fair share of the work to keep things running smoothly.

2.5.3 The People – The People in Westerfield, indeed all the people of Bethel, are a hardy and rugged folk. They believe that hard work and good strong moral principles make a man (or woman) respectable. Everyone is seen as an equal in the Republic of Bethel and as such, every man has a vote with which they can use to choose a representative who will take a place for two years in that capitol to help create and uphold the laws of the land. There are very few criminals among the people; this is mainly due to the harshness of the punishments for committing crimes in Bethel. The people of Bethel have been tempered over the years from not only hard work but also dealing with the undead plague that comes from the west.

2.6 Yggdrasil

2.6.1 Description – Yggdrasil, also known as “The World Tree” or “The Tree of Life”, stands to the far west of the Republic of Bethel. Its branches once stretched high into the sky reaching higher anyone could have thought possible. The great tree was once green and full of life, supplying and abundance of life-force to the planet. Its massive roots once provided shelter for weary travelers and were large enough that people were known to settle under where they rose up forming a natural shelter. It would take days to walk around the trunk of the great tree, not because of the obstacles caused by the root system, but because the tree itself was just that massive. But all of that is in the past. The great tree is slowly dying. It has been dying for hundreds of years, ever since Sephira was murdered at the hands of the Ibians. Somehow her life-force was tied into the life of the great tree and once she was killed, Yggdrasil started to wilt for the first time since the tears of Sila fell upon it. Now the tree is a pitiful sight to behold. Its limbs are almost completely bear and what few leaves remain are all wilted and blackened with rot. The wood of the tree itself crumbles to the touch as decay has taken its toll. As the great tree withers the life of the planet slowly dies. What was once a lush place full of life is now filled with death. It is believed that the great tree can be restored but, as each day passes and the tree decays a little more, hope is turning to despair.

2.7 Sila

2.7.1 Description – Sila is the silvery western moon. It rises in the northwest traveling to the southeast as it trails across the sky. When it is full, Sila is bright enough for people to see clearly at night, even seeming to break through the clouds to illuminate the earth below.

2.8 Illsa

2.8.1 Description – Illsa is the golden eastern moon. It rises in the northeast and sets in the south west. Illsa is slightly smaller than its sister satellite Sila and instead of putting off a bright silvery glow as Sila does, Illsa appears to be a faint golden glow as it travels the sky. The light from Sila always outshines Illsa with the exception of when Sila is eclipsed by Illsa.

2.9 The Wastelands

2.9.1 Description – The Wastelands surround the city of Ib and are a result of the curse that was placed upon the Ibian people as a result of the horrific nature by which they received the Moonstone. The lands are blackened and filled with twisted coniferous plant life that makes travels though the wastes a dangerous task. Not only do travels in the wastes have to deal with the plant life, but they also have to deal with the strange metamorphic creatures that inhabit the wastes. No one knows where these monsters came from or what they used to be before the Wastelands twisted everything within them. Over all, the wastes look fairly barren as it is not suitable to sustain life for most forms of life in the world.

3. Key Events (not for public eyes due to spoilers)

3.1

"The Moonstones Trilogy" Information part 2

2012-02-13T13:16:00.000-08:00

I have gotten the first three cities outlined and am placing them for your viewing pleasure. I would have waited till I completed all ot the locations but as you can see, there is quite a bit of info in the three that are complete. I will add more upon finishing them.
2. Places

2.1 New Cardeth

2.1.1 Description – New Cardeth is located on the northern portion of the Illos landmass. It is a huge city state that is run by a supposedly Democratic government but in truth it is ruled by The Authority. The city covers many miles of land with many districts that fill its walls. In general the city is fairly flat with only a few tall buildings. It is surrounded on all four sides with natural barriers. To the east are the Wastelands, a large and desolate land where few creatures live. To the south there are the massive Revel Mountains which stretch far to the south, almost toward New Babylon. To the East lies the great Ismouth Sea that is rumored to have a mysterious landmass on the other side of it. To the north is the looming Landrie Cliff, which stretches high about the city.

2.1.2 Districts – The city is composed of several key districts. Each one of these have sub-districts in them, but those are not considered as important as the key district itself. To the eastern portion of the city lies the Merchant district which also houses the docks. This district is full of color and sound as shops offer everything from the mundane to the bizarre. To the north is the Whitehall district only the very wealthy and the politicians live. In the center of the Whitehall district lies the capitol building where the politicians make a spectacle of running things. Set into the cliff that lines the northern part of the district is a structure that The Authority uses as its base of operations. The reason that the Whitehall district gets its name is because of the large white archways that line the streets, giving the illusion that you are inside a hallway when you are on street level. This is one of the few areas that have gas lamps to light the streets and pathways. To the west is Low-Town, a massive sprawl where the poorer citizens live. The streets in Low-Town tend to be muddy and worn while the buildings are rundown shacks that are constantly having random pieces of junk and scraps of metal added in order to keep them from falling apart. Low-town is also one of the few parts of New Cardeth that actually has a wall that forms a barrier against the outside world. On the other side of the wall are the fields that supply a large amount of the produce that New Cardeth citizens consume. To the south is the Mining district where all of the ore that is mined from the mines in the Revel Mountains. This ore and metal production is the lifeblood of New Cardeth’s economy when it comes to trade with the rest of the world.

2.1.3 The People – The people of New Cardeth come in all varieties and all walks of life. The wealthiest tend to stay in the Whitehall district where they indulge themselves with the newest technological advances in clockwork, steam power and gas power technologies. The poorest of the population tends to stick to the Low-Town and Mining districts because that is closest to the areas that they tend to labor. The people of these districts are some of the happiest and most fulfilled people in New Cardeth. They tend to be inventive, creating new gadgets that they then use to improve their lives. The merchants in the Merchant district tend to stick to the areas where they set up their shops. Merchants come from all over the world to trade in New Cardeth and because of their presence the city is booming economically.

2.2 Ib

2.2.1 Description – Ib is a massive metallic city that is located in the center of the Wastelands, to the west of New Cardeth, far across the Thane River. It has massive wall of blackened metal that surround the city to protect its citizens from the dangers of the Wastelands. All along the wall are towers where the Ibians can keep watch, looking for miles out into the wastes. The only way into the city it through one of four massive metal gates that are several feet thick and require a complex mechanical system to open. Once inside an observer would find the streets lined with black and grey cobblestones while all the buildings are made out of the same type of metal as the wall and gates. The odd thing about the metal that the structures are built out of is that the metal seems to be seamless. There is no evidence of any kind of cutting or wielding on any of the metal. The city has no discernible districts within its walls and all the buildings, home and businesses seem to be evenly placed around the city as if no one really had a plan when working on the layout of the city. The only area that really differs from the rest of the city is in the heart of the city. It is a huge court yard that is about a mile across and has only one key feature in its center, a massive monolith that is carved with murals depicting the Yggdrasil and the story of Sephira. The main feature of this monolith is a depiction of Sephira in which the original Moonstone is mounted in.

2.2.2 Districts – Ib has no real discernible districts because all of the citizens are considered as equals and when the city was formed the leader at the time felt that creating districts would separate and divide the citizens of Ib. Because of this, everything seems to be scattered out, with no truly discernible order to the layout.

2.2.3 The People – The citizens of Ib are a strange lizard like race that are extremely technologically advanced though knowledge of how to use most of the technology has been lost over the years. Only over the last two hundred years have the citizens started to try to learn about the technology that they possess in an effort to regain their past. This has given them an edge on the rest of the world technologically which is not a bad thing for them considering how the Ibians are viewed in most places. The Ibians also have a strange form of speaking which confuses most humans due to the way that they twist and rearrange words when speaking. It is difficult for humans to tell the difference between male and female Ibians, therefor the Ibians tend to wear clothing that matches their gender at the time. Ibians are also able to swap their gender as a method for keeping population levels at the correct level. The Ibians reproduce by laying eggs and their young are born able to eat solid foods. Ibians come in a large variety of color combinations that make it easy to distinguish between individual Ibians.

2.3 New Babylon

2.3.1 Description – New Babylon is a towering city comprised of an intricate mix of stone and wood. It is located far to the southwest of New Cardeth and southeast of Ib on the southern side of the Revel Mountains. The city sits on the edge of the Great Manid Plateau, where it borders the Ismouth Sea. The City itself is an impressive sight to see as it stands so tall that the top levels are sometimes hidden from view on the ground by clouds. All along the inner and outer walls of the city are colorful hanging gardens that fill the air with the light delicate scent of flowers. Once inside the city, there is an impressive system steam powered pulleys that operate hundreds of elevators that allow for travel between the different levels of the city. All throughout the city all of the wood and stone that is not covered by plant life is instead covered by intricate geometric carvings. On the side of the city that faces the Ismouth Sea, there is a dock for seafaring merchants. From the dock it can be seen that the city extends far below the surface at the top of the Great Manid Plateau since a portion of the city is exposed at the base of the huge cliff formed where the plateau meets the sea.

2.3.2 Districts – The way that New Babylon is set up when it comes to districts is actually the way that most people would think that it would be set up. The lower the tier of the towering city that you lived on, the lower your station in life. The lowest of these tiers being the subterranean portion of the city. This underground section of city houses all of the steam machines that power the city and all of its workings as well as provides heating during the cooler seasons. The tier above that, the one that is on the ground level as well as a few levels above, are home to a massive market area where the merchants and traders from all over come to sell their goods. Above that is the first tier that is considered for civilized use. The higher you go up the towering city the larger and more extravagant the housing units become until you reach the very top which sits high above the clouds. This tier is reserved only for what are considered the best of the best, with the very top level belonging to the royal family. It is here that the royal castle sits high above the earth.

2.3.3 The People – The citizens of New Babylon are very focused on class. What tier a citizen was born on can dictate their entire life. There is no moving up in New Babylon no matter what, where a citizen is born is they have cast their lot in life, with one exception. If a citizen commits a crime and is found guilty, they can be shifted down to a lower tier. If this were to happen, that individual can expect to have everyone who they have ever known on the tier that they were in to treat them as if they had never existed. This would mean that they would lose all family and friends that they had known their entire life. Each citizen that lives on each tier look at the people on the tiers below them as little more than animals. The one exception to this is the ground level where the merchants and traders are. They are always treated as equals to all tiers due to that fact that they are the life blood of the economic machine that keeps New Babylon running. The people on the subterranean tier are treated the worst of all. They live their lives for the sole purpose of keeping the giant steam engines hot so that they can utilize the sea waters to power the city. They slave in the heat of the engines for twelve hour shifts so that those above them can live in comfort. The lowest tier is run like a prison and in order to be sent there a citizen would have to of committed an especially heinous crime, otherwise they are the people who were just unfortunate to have been born on the lowest level. As for the upper tiers, little is known about what exactly they are like as the people who live on them feel that it is beneath them to socialize with those from a lowers station in life. There rumors from the lower citizens that the citizens on the upper tiers have been working on a massive ship that is said to sail the skies.

2.4 Charne

2.5 Westerfield

2.6 Yggdrasil

2.7 Sila

2.8 Illsa

2.9 The Wastelands

3. Key Events (coming soon)

3.1

“The Moonstones Trilogy” Information Part 1

2012-02-08T11:59:00.000-08:00

I have decided that before I start writing on my second novel I should probably make an outline of details and information about the first book so that I don't forget anything when writing the second book. I figured I would share this outline with the people who are interested in reading my book, so I have kept it a spoiler free as I could. I have only completed the People of Interests section so far, but will be adding to this soon, which I will then post. Enjoy.

“The Moonstones Trilogy” information

A. “Shadow of the Western Moon” book 1

1. People of Interest

1.1 Jonah Jacobson

1.1.1 Age – 23

1.1.2 Description – Purposely vague in an attempt to inspire the reader to create their own individual image of him.

1.1.3 History – Jonah’s parents were slaughtered while working the fields of New Cardeth when he was the age of 6. He was taken in by Father Mallory after 2 years of living on the streets of New Cardeth, when Father Mallory caught him trying to steal from the church. Jonah met Alissa and her family for the first time when he was 15 in the marketplace of New Cardeth.

1.1.4 Personality – Roguish Rogue

1.2 Alissa Zasheer

1.2.1 Age – 20

1.2.2 Description – Alissa is a beautiful young woman who appears to be about the age of 18 with long jet black hair that is full of natural loose curls. Her skin is a light caramel color and her almond shaped eyes are emerald green. She has a thin yet shapely figure with long legs. She is about 5 foot 6 inches tall and has long full eyelashes.

1.2.3 History – Alissa is the oldest child of Rasheed and Lilly Zasheer. Alissa met Jonah when she was 12 and developed an immediate crush on him that grew over the years into love. The feelings were reciprocated though the two of them have never really taken it past the point of flirting and teasing until the events of the novel.

1.2.4 Personality – Flirty Tease

1.3 Rasheed Zasheer

1.3.1 Age – 41

1.3.2 Description – Rasheed is a short heavy set man who stands about 5 foot 3 inches and looks to be perpetually happy. He has darkly tanned skin, short black hair and dark brown eyes. His face is smooth shaved and prone to smile lines at the corners of his mouth.

1.3.3 History – Rasheed comes from a merchant family. Because of this he grew up in the business of trading and has seen much of the world over the 41 years of his life. When he was 20 he married his wife Lilly, who was 18 at the time. One year later they had a daughter. Alissa, then ten years later Rasheed and Lilly had a second child, a son they named Basheer. Never one to pass up a potentially good deal to made he has traveled to places like Ib where only a few merchants go due to fear and distrust of the Ibian people.

1.3.4 Personality – Traveling Merchant Extraordinaire

1.4 Lilly Zasheer

1.4.1 Age – 38

1.4.2 Description – Lilly is a beautiful woman with pale skin and long, straight blond hair that she keeps in a tight bun. Her eyes are green and she is about 5 foot 8 inches tall with a thin, shapely build. Looking at Lilly you would be able to see where Alissa got most of her looks from.

1.4.3 History – Lilly was born to a merchant family, the Lockheart family, which was a rival to Rasheed’s family. After years of rivalry the two families set down together to try to find a way to overcome their differences. The rumors as to why the two families decided to do this vary depending on who you ask. Regardless, at the meeting, then 16 year old Lilly met then 18 year old Rasheed for the first time. The two families decided after much debate (6 months of it) that the best course of action for them to take would be to divide up what trade routes each family would use in order to avoid the fierce competition that they had been having with one another. During the time that the families were working out what to do, Rasheed and Lilly had started meeting in secret and a budding romance started to grow. When the families reached a consensus on the proper course of action to take, it looked like Lilly and Rasheed would never see each other again. Together they decided to bring their romance out into the open in an effort to be able to stay together. The families came together over the relationship and insisted on a marriage. Once the couple was married two years later, they were granted the ability to travel all of the trade routes that were divided between the two families as long as they supported each family equally in their endeavors.

1.4.4 Personality – Loving Mother and Wife

1.5 Basheer Zasheer

1.5.1 Age – 10

1.5.2 Description – Basheer closely resembles his father in completion and hair color but his eyes are the same color as his sister and mother’s eye color. He is very slim in his build and stands as 4 foot 2 inches tall.

1.5.3 History – Basheer doesn’t have much of a history that is of any significance due to his age.

1.5.4 Personality – Happy Go Lucky

1.6 Doctor Sliss

1.6.1 Age – Unknown

1.6.2 Description – Doctor Sliss is an Ibian female. She stands around 4 feet tall and has dark red (almost crimson) scales that have lavender colored speckles. She always has a clip board out that she is constantly taking notes on and has an obsession with human anatomy. Her eyes, like all Ibian eyes are large and black. They take up a large portion of her face as they do on all Ibians. Her teeth are small and sharply pointed, inside a thin lipped mouth, which is also typical of all Ibians. The one distinguishing feature that marks her as female to outsiders is the clothing that she wears which, once again is typical of Ibians.

1.6.3 History – Little is known about Doctor Sliss or her past.

1.6.4 Personality – Quirky Scientist

1.7 Father Frances Mallory

1.7.1 Age – 78

1.7.2 Description – Father Mallory is an elderly gentleman who is around 6 foot tall with stark white hair and a weathered face. His right leg is missing just below the thigh due to an injury sustained in the attack that killed Jonah’s parents. He has a clockwork replacement that Jonah had crafted for him as a token of thanks for taking him in.

1.7.3 History – Not much of importance that hasn’t been covered in Father Mallory’s description of Jonah’s history.

1.7.4 Personality – Shepard of his Flock

1.8 Sephira

1.8.1 Age – Exact age unknown. Best estimates put her at around 1200 years old.

1.8.2 Description – Sephira appears to be a gorgeous young woman of around 16 years old. She has long straight silver hair and silver eyes. She stands about 5 foot 4 inches tall and has a petite build. In her the center of her stomach there is a large silvery gemstone that glows softly most of the time but can glow brighter under the right situations.

1.8.3 History – Much of her true history is not known other than the legends that the Ibians tell about her. She was born after her mother was kissed on the womb by a tear from the western moon, Sila, on the night that the moon’s tears revived the great tree, Yggdrasil. When Sephira was growing up she fell in love a young man named Cain. After her mother died, Sephira and Cain (whom she married) started to wander the earth, trying to find a place of their own to call home. Eventually they settled in a tiny village call Charne which in time grew up to be a massive city. Eventually, Cain died of old age while Sephira lived on, eternally young. She remained in Charne until the day the Ibian people (Who were normal humans at the time) came seeking the power of the stone that was in her belly. She was raped by the soldiers of Ib before the stone was cut from her belly and she was left to die. The few remaining living people in Charne buried her in the same tomb that her husband Cain was buried in. The Stone was taken to Ib and displayed in a statue where it fell dormant and the people of Ib were slowly transformed for their evil act into the lizard like creatures they are today.

1.8.4 Personality – Tragic Lover

1.9 Lord Aramon

1.9.1 Age – Unknown

1.9.2 Description – No one knows what Lord Aramon truly looks like.

1.9.3 History – No one knows anything about Lord Aramon’s history though, it is speculated that he has ties to The Authority.

1.9.4 Personality – Evil Overlord

2. Places (coming soon)

2.1 New Cardeth

2.2 Ib

2.3 New Babylon

2.4 Charne

2.5 Westerfield

2.6 Yggdrasil

2.7 Sila

2.8 Illsa

3. Key Events (coming soon)

3.1

Before Thought

2012-02-01T07:04:00.000-08:00

Before thought, before inspiration, there is nothing.

Nothing is emptiness.

Emptiness is void, waiting to be filled.

The possibilities are endless.

As you look at the void, imagine what could be.

Anything could come of it.

Restricted by only you, it exists for creation.

It is what you make it.

The worlds that could come, the characters you could meet.

The stories you could tell.

There are countless paths to be chosen and followed.

It will make your imagination swell.

As it grows the sights, the sounds will fill that void.

It will open, your playground to be.

No matter what you wish, you can do anything there.

The limit is you, don’t you see?

Message to God #2

2012-01-28T17:12:00.000-08:00

Have you ever seen a sky so blue as the one we lie under right now?

I feel it calling to me, reaching out to pluck me from this earth.

Have you ever seen an ocean so clear as the one we are floating on?

I hear the depths calling my name, calling me home.

Have you ever seen a night so black as the one in my soul?

It grips my heart, clenching and squeezing, consuming it whole.

Have you ever heard a cry so sad as the one to pass from my lips?

It aches and breaks me, ripping me down to the moment of my birth.

Have you ever felt so betrayed as I do because of you?

You broke me before I ever had a chance, no choice was given.

Have you ever cursed someone as I now curse you?

You did this, you will never make it right, you just don’t understand.

How does it feel to know that I am your mistake and I hate you for it?

I hope it burns you to your very core because you deserve no less.

How do you feel when you see me, knowing I will never forgive?

I hope it hurts you in a way that you will never recover from.

Message to God #1

2012-01-23T12:07:00.001-08:00

You said you'd lift me up.

You said you'd hold my hand.

You said you'd take my pain,

Make me understand.

You said you'd cover me.

You said you'd fill my need.

You said you'd always care,

You stand there as I bleed.

I thought you had my back,

but now I bleed from it.

I thought you loved me,

But you don't give a shit!

You fucked me over.

You set me up to fail.

You enjoy my misery,

In my personal hell.

What the fuck did I do?

Do to deserve this all?

Did you build me up,

Just to watch me fall?

I can't believe I trusted you!

You always hated me!

You made me your joke,

This truth I see!

It's Officially Done or I Read Till My Eyes Bled

2012-01-18T12:07:00.000-08:00

It is official! I have finished my first edit of “Shadow of the Western Moon”. That’s right, you heard me. I finished the FIRST edit… Now the book is going to my faithful proof reader to tell me where, how and why it sucks… But enough negativity, I finished the first edit and that is all that matters. Reading through the novel I found numerous errors that I am rather ashamed of , but, when you take into consideration that I wrote this whole book in 25 days, I think the errors can be excused to a point. The most common error that I have is using then instead of than. Yay! Grammer Nazis attack that foul mistake pronto!

Anyway, on a more serious note, I ended with 53,903 words in my word count. That is 16,097 words shy of the minimum that I want the final edit of this book to be. Once my proof reader gets done with it and hands it back with all the red lines and red ink corrections, we will see what I can do about adding those 16,097 words.

All in all, I actually deleted about 4,000 words in the editing process, but added around 7,000 words to it while editing. So an extra 3,000ish words added to the original word count is not bad by my standing.

I am still wondering if I should add the chapter titles like I mentioned in the last blog post. I would like to hear some feedback from the people who read my blogs on what they think.

Anyway, I know you all want to have another excerpt from the book so I guess I can leave you with one more just to tease and tantalize you. Enjoy.

Alissa leaned over and kissed him deeply when Jonah settled down beside where she had taken a prone position in order to get the most stability for the rifle. Feeling her tongue swirl gently in his mouth he gave in and kissed her in return. Quickly she broke the kiss and looked into Jonah’s eyes.

“Just in case,” she started. “You know, if things go bad...” She trailed off from what she was saying then dropped her right eye to the scope before squeezing off the first round.

The explosion from the shot caused Jonah’s ears to ring smartly as the rifle recoiled violently against Alissa's shoulder. She took the recoil with ease as if this were a common practice for her. She quickly ejected the shell and had a new round chambered, ready to fire again.

Jonah turned his attention back to the followers that appeared as a shapeless mass at the center of the cloud of dust that followed them. Just as he turned his attention back he saw a twisted, formless shape flip into the air from the mass right before another shot rang out into the air, seconds later another shape flew into the air.

Looking back to Alissa he could clearly see that she was enjoying herself as she fired round after round into the mass, though the mass did not seem to slow despite her efforts, if anything it was steadily drawing closer. Once again Jonah checked his gun before looking back to the front of the cart.

Rasheed worked the controls of the clockwork horses like a madman, throwing the levers wildly as he tried to push them faster than seemed possible, Lilly had a small pistol out in her right hand while her left arm was wrapped protectively around Basheer. She was looking to the rear of the cart and updating Rasheed on the progress that was made by the followers. She saw Jonah watching and smiled reassuringly, despite the worry that was etched into her brow.

Off to the distance Jonah could see the churning waters of the river Thane, but as fast as the clockwork horses could carry the cart, he knew that they would not reach the river in time. He turned back to rear of the cat and now realized he could see the creatures that followed. He could now see that it was the same type of creatures that had attacked the farmlands and killed his parents while taking Father Mallory's leg when he was a child. Jonah had never seen the creatures for himself before, but he had heard enough stories over the course of his life that he knew them by sight.

There seemed to be hundreds of them following behind, striding impossibly fast on impossibly long legs in an effort to catch the cart. Their writhing skin and morphing bodies caused him to shudder in revulsion. The creatures came at them moving quicker than Jonah could have ever imagined that they could move and soon they were nearly upon the wagon.

Jonah stood up, took aim with his revolver and pulled the trigger for the first time. The recoil was much stronger than he anticipated and it knocked him backward onto his ass as the creature he shot seemed to disappear in a spray of blood, bone and gore. Alissa paused in her shooting long enough to look at Jonah's gun in amazement before going back to work picking at the mass of creatures as fast as she could.

Struggling back to his feet Jonah heard a small crack from behind him and knew Lilly had joined in the fray, firing her small pistol at the creatures nearest to her. Soon as he was back upright, he braced himself as best as he could and squeezed off another round, this time he rocked back with the recoil as the creature he had been aiming at exploded. Quickly he brought the barrel back down to fire again taking another out in a spray of gore. Jonah soon got into a rhythm, allowing him to fire shot after shot with surprising speed that was broken only when he needed to reload as the revolver auto ejected the spent rounds as they still smoked. Jonah struggled to reload the gun the first time, his hands shaking from adrenalin and the sheer power of the weapon in his hand but soon he mastered the process and found it came to him with ease.

One of the creatures was now close enough to reach into the cart, going for Alissa with an elongated arm that, instead of a hand, had a large spike made of bone, which it thrust forward, seeking her flesh. Jonah pushed Alissa to the side roughly with his left foot causing the spike to catch him in the calf, shredding through both muscle and bone. With a gasp of pain Jonah fired on the creature at point blank range as it started to attach itself to his left leg. Its upper torso vanished as the round hit its flesh causing the now detached spike to wither and fall to the ground.

I Am Who I Am

2012-01-12T15:46:00.000-08:00

No teasers of the novel today, sorry, but I do have an update on it. I just finished editing Chapter 17 and have started on Chapter 18 which I hope to have done by the end of tonight. I have thought about giving the individual chapters titles (something that I absolutely adore in other books such as the Parasol Protectorate novels) but I am not sure if I should or not. I would like to have witty and lighthearted chapter titles but that might not work since the book isn’t that lighthearted. After all one of the characters is perhaps one of the most unfortunate characters I have ever met. The things that this woman has been through in her many years of existence would shatter and break the minds of most, yet she perseveres. She is actually one of the more optimistic characters in the story, yet I think somewhere deep inside there is battered and broken individual who is putting a brave face forward. But this is me speculating, I haven’t gotten to know her very well due to the small role she has in this book.

The second book on the other hand should be interesting since I will get a lot more time to spend in her head. Not that I have started on the second book yet, just saying. Speaking of the second book, I am going to have four main characters in it. Two of them I have given you, my dear readers a glimpse of… That would be Jonah and the previously mentioned woman (See previous paragraph), Sephira. The other two are Alissa (she is a big player in the first novel) and the mysterious Doctor Sliss, an Ibian who joins the three main characters at the end of book one, but what is her true purpose? Anyways, here is the real reason I posted… Enjoy.

I am who I am. That will never change. I don’t like what I am. That will never change. Very few people know the struggle that I live with every day of my life, even fewer know about the real me. I want to be free to be me, but I know that that will never happen. I want to shout from the rooftops, tell the world who I am inside, shatter the illusion I maintain for the sake of society. I want to tell the world so that I don’t have to pretend anymore. I want to be able to be who I am not who people think I should be. I want to break these chains that I have placed on myself to hold me in, shatter them and scatter them to the corners of the earth, but that will never happen.

The world is a dangerous place for people like me. We have no place that we belong, no place to retreat to when the world is out to get us. Once the world finds out who we are then it is only a matter of time before we find ourselves beaten and bloody, sometimes physically, sometimes mentally and sometimes spiritually. The places that we once could go to escape, places that are supposed to be filled with family and love, are shut off. There is no escape at that point, no way to get away, no place to retreat too. We are truly alone.

I have to hide myself, tuck my true self into a corner, not letting the world see me for what I truly am. I do this partially out of fear and partially out of shame. I’m afraid of what people will think I’m afraid of how they will treat me if only they knew. I am ashamed of the fear that plagues me. It causes me to be miserable in my life. Maybe one day I will revel myself to the world, but that is going to be no time soon. For now I just sit in this shell and wait, living the lie I live. No one suspects, no one knows, no one sees, the real me.

The Reflection of Me

2012-01-05T07:01:00.000-08:00

I know how much all of you who read my blog are looking forward to more info on my novel, but unfortunately for you that is not what you are getting today. Sorry to disappoint but just trust me when I say, the editing process is still moving along, though at a slower pace. When I get done with this edit I am going to let some proof readers at it before I start the second edit... so there, now you at least have a little novel update.

The reflection of me that I see in the mirror is not a reflection on you, Mother. There is no sense in blaming yourself for the way I turned out. You couldn’t help the fact that I have felt the way that I have felt throughout the years. I’m broken and scared of the way I feel but there is nothing I can do to change. How I wish I had been able to articulate my desires and feelings to you and Dad so that maybe something would have been done to change the way things turned out. Would you have listened? Would you have taken me seriously? Or would you have just hoped that I would grow out of it, saying that it was just a phase that I was going through? I don’t know, but I do know that it is my fault for not telling you when I should have. Due to these faults of my own, depression weighs in, burdening my soul.

The reflection of me I see in the mirror is a reflection of how you, God, made me. I look to you for answers yet you are silent. I want to know why, why me? Why did you do this to me? Why am I so weak that I could not be honest with my parents about who I am inside? Was there reason for me to fear their reaction the way that I did? If so, then why couldn’t you put me with someone who would have been more approachable? I hate you sometimes for what you have done to me and I want to make you feel the pain that I feel for what you have done to me. I feel like the cosmic joke that exists only for your amusement and I despise you for it. Say something damn it! Tell me why! I hate you so much I could cry but I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing my tears. It’s not my parents fault I who I am today, the fault lies with you and me.

The reflection I see when I look in the mirror is not a reflection of me instead it is a stranger I see.

The Words, They Fly From My Fingertips

2011-12-30T09:02:00.001-08:00

Yay! I have finally buckled down and continued the editing process on my book (Shadow of the Western Moon). Today I got through all of chapter 14 and much to my surprise had very little correcting to do. I had a few dropped words here and there as well as some that I had double typed, but other than that, not much to do in the corrections department this time around. Usually I have numerous corrections to make due to poor sentence structure that confuses the wording. I personally find this annoying because the most common cause of this is my brain gets ahead of my fingers while typing, thus, I end up with multiple thoughts trying to fit into one sentence… doesn’t work that well. Luckily, I know what I was thinking at the time and can go back, break the sentence apart and make it understandable to anyone that isn’t me.

I hope to have the whole first edit of the book done by the end of the first week of January so that I can then have someone come behind me and read it to see what I missed and/or need to add clarity to. Just to give you an idea of the amount of material that had been added since I finished writing the book and started my first edit… I finished the book with a 50,156 word total. My current word count is 52,296 words. My (hopeful) goal by the time I complete all edits on the book and get it to the point that I think it would be ready to try to sell it is a minimum of 70,000 words. Don’t know if I will get there but that is my goal. I just am afraid of pushing too hard to get there because I don’t want it to sound forced. The first 50,156 words all came natural as have the 2,140 words I have added since starting the edit.

Anyways, I know you don’t care about my rambling, so without further delay here is the next little snippet. This is a rather important character to the story and this is third time you meet her in the book, yet she is not formally introduced till later in the book. Enjoy.

She awoke with a start. All around her the darkness swirled uneasily. Looking around she saw a pinprick of light on the horizon. Hope filled her heart as she watched the light, thinking that Cain had come for her at last.

The light grew brighter and larger at an alarming rate. Raising her hand and calling out his name, she was certain that it was Cain, here for her at long last.

She barely had time to flinch as the light pierced her belly, ripping into her flesh as her vision was filled with white light and pain racked her being. She found that she could not move as a sensation of weightlessness filled her body.

Forcing her eyes to focus, she saw that she was surrounded by a thick for that mostly obscured sight of her surroundings. From the best that she could tell, she was in a large well lit room that was round in shape though she could not see a light source or what materials the room was made out of. Before she could focus on what was holding her immobile in the foggy room, darkness swirled across her vision and the weightless sensation vanished as she collapsed onto the blackened floor of her prison once more.

The darkness swirling around her once more, she found herself able to move. She curled into a ball on the floor, clutching her hands to her belly where the light had struck her. The pain that racked her form was brilliantly intense and where her hands touched she felt a warm wetness. Looking down she saw a jagged hole torn into her flesh that was bleeding profusely.

Gasping in shock, she stared at the hole, not knowing what to do. As she watched the bleeding slowed and the pain eased down to a dull throb. There was something familiar about the wound though, try as she might she could not quite summon the memory to fill in the gap for her.

Regret

2011-12-28T08:42:00.000-08:00

No postings about my book today, sorry, I have been lazy this week when it comes to editing. I do however have a little piece I wrote to share with you. Sorry if it is a downer but that is the way things are sometimes.

Regret. That is all that there seems to be in life sometimes, regret. Should have, could have, would have. I find myself saying those phrases over and over when looking back at the life that I have lived, a life of regret. Oh the things I would have done differently if I knew the things I knew now. All those times that I froze up when instead I should have spoken up to let people know how I truly feel. Now all there is regret. Regret at times long gone, that will never be returned to me. Regret for never being able to be who I want to be due to my choices in life. Regret for all the opportunities I wasted to become what I have always desired yet never had the courage to make happen.

My life is regret. Time is too late now to change a thing. Sometimes I pray to God that he will take me home just so I won’t have to suffer with these feelings anymore. It’s not that I have a bad life; I actually have a rather good life considering all the things in my past that I regret. But in looking back I also see the fact that if I had done those things I regret not doing when I had the chance, I would not be who I am today. Am I doomed to forever feel regret for my past that will forever prevent me from being who I always wished to be? Or will I, one day be content with what I have now due to those past choices that have led me to where I am in my life?

Time for a new look...

2011-12-22T06:25:00.000-08:00

It is time for a new look to this blog. Why? Because I say so, that’s why. I haven't been focusing on poetry as much recently as I would have liked to and what I have written I have not been satisfied with enough to actually publish on this blog. I know I am not a good poet by far but the experiments that I performed by writing the poems for this blog have been good for me I think. Now to let you know what I have been up too…

In November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and as it was such, I wrote a novel (Novel in this case is defined as 50,000 words of more). I was able to complete my novel in by November the 25^th and because of the stress of writing that much that fast, I decided to take some time off from writing afterward. I am not a professional writer, nor have I ever taken any writing classes, so the novel was an attempt to see if I could do it and if I enjoyed it. Turns out I enjoyed it quite a bit, plus I think the novel isn’t half bad.

Since that is the case once December rolled around I started the editing process on my novel. So far I am about three quarters of the way through the first edit. I have added about 2,000 words to the original body of work as well as correcting a lot of the grammar mistakes I have made in the initial writing of the story. My ultimate goal by the time I finish all of the editing for the book is to have between 70,000 and 100,000 words. I don’t know how to accomplish this, but hey, I will let the story go where the story goes.

Because of this I am going to start to use this blog as a place where I can update my readers (You) about the progress of my book as I take it through the editing process. I may also place excerpts from the book in here from time to time. In fact I am going to give a little run down of the story at the end of this post and maybe even a small excerpt to tantalize your tastes.

I am not dropping my poetry, for those of you who may have actually found it interesting, I am just adding more to the format than what was there before. Pretty much, this blog is going to cover all of my nonpolitical material. If you want to read my political material you can do so at “Political Discourse”. Just be warned, I have my views that I openly express there and if you don’t like them, you don’t have to read it. If you want to have an intelligent discussion about any of my posts, feel free to comment, but keep in mind, I delete offensive comments.

Ok back to the matters of the book. Here was my original synopsis of my story before I ever started to actually write it…

“The novel is a bit of a fantasy/sci-fi/steampunk-ish story. It is set on a mostly desert world and follows a thief who steals an important artifact that is the key to bringing life back to a dying world. Soon he has all sorts of assassins and government officials looking for him to reclaim the artifact. The problem is nobody really knows what the artifact really does, all they know is the legend that behind the artifact and, unfortunately, that doesn't say how the artifact is supposed to be used. The thief steals the artifact not knowing that it is the artifact from the legend and once he learns what it is, he sets out to learn how to use it; little does he know what the secret it unlocks will change his life forever.”

Little did I know that the book once I started it would take a completely different turn story wise. Turns out that the world isn’t quite a desert world and the main character, Jonah, while he is a thief, does very little thieving in the book. He was supposed to be the only main character of the story, yet I have multiple characters that were in throwaway roles that stepped up and became very important to the story. One of those throwaways even became a second main character by marrying Jonah. The artifact that Jonah was supposed to steal ended up coming to him through legal means and in a form that was very unexpected.

But that is enough about the story for now. I will leave you with the excerpt I posted to the NaNoWriMo site.

Beyond the city walls Jonah could see farm lands where the peasants toiled attempting to grow what fruits and vegetables they could in the harsh environment on the edge of the wasteland. The wastelands formed a natural barrier several miles to the west, protecting the city from too much contact with its closest neighbor, Ib.

Ib was a city shrouded in mystery, because so few people are brave enough to make the journey across the wasteland, though the tales that come from the few merchants that do take their trade that way are fascinating. They tell of a city made of metal that is filled with mutants that resembled a cross between a man and lizard, known as Ibians. The merchants speak of the strange backward speech of the Ibian people and the odd customs that they have, including one involving a giant monolithic statue made of a strange black metal at the center of the city. The merchants say that around the night of the twin full moons, the citizens of Ib gather in the massive square that surround the statue and dance the night away while getting drunk on the a vile black sludge that smells of sewage. While Jonah found the descriptions of the customs interesting, the part of this story that interested Jonah the most was in the description of the monolith itself.

The statue, while made out of a strange black metal, is engraved on all four sides with many images of strange animals and plants, the likes of which, no one has ever seen before. The Ibian claim that they are memories of a time long past when the planet was lush and thrived with life while hinting that maybe, one day the planet will thrive once more. There is one particular image, that of a young human female that had once walked the earth, spreading joy and life everywhere she traveled. This female, the Ibians claim, is the one who will restore the world to its former glory, bringing life out of a desolate planet and giving hope to all.

In the image of the girl there is a large sparkling stone unlike anyone has seen anywhere else that is embedded into the center of her stomach. That, the Ibians say, is the key to awakening her. This stone is the prize Jonah had decided would be the focus of his next big heist. If he could retrieve that precious stone successfully he would have pulled off a one of a kind job that no one has ever achieved before and never would be able to pull off again.

Casting an eye toward the sky, Jonah saw it was beginning to get dark, so he turned and made his way down the stairs that led from the bell tower into the body of the church.

As he neared the door leading into the sanctuary area, he stopped to listen and, not hearing anything, he cracked the door open while stepping through. As soon as he got the door shut behind himself as silently as possible, something hit him hard on the back of the head causing stars to swim across his vision.

Hope you enjoyed that little snippet.

The Fire

2011-09-27T07:24:00.000-07:00

As the fire consumes my soul again,

Why do I feel so cold?

I want to feel your warmth once more

I reach out, for you, to hold.

But I feel that there is only emptiness,

no warmth upon my soul.

I miss your feel, I miss your touch,

I ache to feel whole.

In the end all I feel is loneliness, despair,

as this fire consumes my soul.

Your Light

2011-08-15T14:39:00.000-07:00

Your Light’s flower bloom

‘Neath light of the Moon,

Fills my heart with delight.

For such glory I see

Is bequeathed unto thee,

Adding to the beauty of night.

For my heart doth race

I try to embrace,

But your light eludes my grip.

I try again in vain

My heart filled with pain,

You give me the elusive slip.

And the night drags on

As I cry all alone,

Waiting for a sign to follow.

I hear in the distance

For just an instance,

The cry of a lone swallow.

Sunbeam

2011-06-30T06:46:00.000-07:00

It cuts through mist to the forest below,

down to the canopy it pools, swirls and flows.

It gathers, it spills, through leaves it weeps,

it drips, it drains, down the trunks it seeps.

Where it touches, life, nothing does it take,

the world comes alive, creation springs awake.

Trees feast and feed, soaking it in,

plants sing praise, relishing life once again.

Critters skitter and scurry, basking it's warm,

they seek and they play, in groups they form.

A myriad of song lifts with the voice of one,

glorious they sing to it, a new day has come.

The Pieces I Kill

2011-06-20T11:57:00.000-07:00

Tenderly I step, quietly easing my way,
the pain pricks my feet, sharp and sweet,
as pain brings memories of that day,
I knew there was a price and time was fleet.

For all I had done and was to do,
for all I was and would become,
Ihad to chose between me and you,
We could never be, an impossible sum.

I took up a knife and struck so quick,
the blood sprayed high, slick and red,
the part of me that was you made me sick,
I thought I would be better with you dead.

Not thinking, just doing, I hacked,
cutting you off and out of my life,
feeling like odds were no longer stacked,
I sat there calm, done with strife.

I thought i was done, never again to deal,
but fate had something else in mind,
your shade in my heart wouldn't let me heal,
it sat there watching, wholly unkind.

Tormenting me unending, everyday,
Memories of a time when you were pure,
gnawing at my mind, making it pay,
I corrupted you, of that I'm now sure.

I walk lightly across this bed of nails,
toward where your last remnants lay,
to reach the memory of you else all fails,
to rid myself of you, no mater what I pay.

Trappings of My Own Device

2011-06-09T20:24:00.000-07:00

Silently a tear falls up my cheek,
quietly I cry, for I cannot speak.

My hands bound, mouth sewn shut,
senses muted by I know not what.

Sight is darkened, hearing dulled,
melancholy creeps, to sleep I'm lulled.

Dark aether surrounds, holding in place,
tightening gently, I float in space.

Memory stirs, I try to embrace,
I have forgotten, my purpose, my place.

My mind struggles, facing ahead,
escape is a must, before I am dead.

I struggle now, fighting to be free,
straining against the bonds, covering me.

I resist, pulling, sinew popping,
hands now free, there is no stopping.

I twist, I turn, slipping, grasping,
till hands find hold, breath now gasping.

I try to scream, pull against stitching,
ragged lips now free, blood dripping.

I cry in anger, frustration and fear,
how could I forget, purpose now clear.

I grip at darkness, the end is near,
I rip, I shred, the blackness I shear.

Soon rewarded with a shimmer of white,
I pull myself out, and into the light.

Intro

2011-06-09T07:18:00.000-07:00

This blog is for me,
A way to be free.

Expressions I muse,
may be verbal abuse.

Sometimes they're crude,
and maybe even rude.

Hopefully to inspire,
strive for something higher.

As I try to pursue,
a passion to share with you.