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July 9, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wrote this for Blogophilia.  Recently, I started to re-read the Wheel Of Time series by Robert Jordan. The twelfth book in the series is due out in Nov. This was inspired by the series, particularly in the view of one of the characters. I can just picture Rand saying "Put a sock in it!" to both the Aes Sedai and the Dark Lord. It still feels a little rough to me.

Blogophilia 19.2 Topic : Put a Sock Into It
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): use three monopoly game pieces
(easy, 1 point) mention a mythical location -Like Camelot, Avalon, Shangri-la

Final day to post: July 20th midnight GMT.




Destiny’s Call


Day turns into night
today slips into tomorrow
our lives unfold
in ways we never thought
I was just a farm boy
no great hero
toiled day and night
with wheelbarrow and hoe
a child of the country
with simple dreams and hopes
little did I know
the wheel spins ever on
weaving the patterns
of our lives
a dark rider upon a horse
appeared one night
and nothing
was ever the same
long ignored prophecy unfolding
portents of a dark future
or even death
awaiting us all, should I fail
the Dark One awakens
his armies stir
the Forsaken walk the earth
and my destiny calls
I am the Dragon!
Reborn this age
I am the last hope
of mankind
yet even so
do we stand a chance
as my insanity grows
the final battle approaches
the end is near
there’s no choice
I must roll the dice
take the chance
for I must be there
I’ll stand tall
fight to my last breath
defeat the Dark Lord
and his Forsaken
then, even in death
to Elysian Fields I’ll go

© July 9, 2009 CRF






Currently listening:
Mother Earth
By Within Temptation
Release date: 2008-08-05
July 4, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Remember


Remember
when brave men
stood tall against tyranny
and declared for all to see
that all men
were created equal
with inalienable rights
to life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness
and the Eagle
opened its eyes

Remember
when courageous men
stood proud
laying down their lives
for freedom and liberty
against a mighty, yet absent
federal government
sacrificing all
to secure liberty, and freedom
and the Eagle
spread its wings
and flew

Remember
when a young nation
torn asunder by war
shed the blood
of its boys upon
the fields of Gettysburg
sacrificing to preserve
the Union
sacrificing to preserve
the balance of power
between State and Federal
and the Eagle
cried, mourning
its lost children

Was it all for naught?
have we become
too lazy to defend
our freedoms?
have we succumbed
to the lure
of the nanny State?
sacrificing our freedoms
and our ingenuity
to the control
of an all powerful
federal government
ever growing
more out of touch
with its people
and the Eagle
shudders on the cliff
folding its wings
closing its eyes
waiting for death

Remember
what has come before
Remember
the call of Freedom
Remember
what America stands for
for it’s not too late
to once again embrace
life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness
and the Eagle
will reawaken
and fly again

© July 3, 2009 CRF




I would like to wish all my American friends a very happy Independence Day. For all my other friends, may you have a joyous weekend.




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Currently listening:
Glorious Burden
By Iced Earth
Release date: 2004-01-13
July 2, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dance of the Angel

For days on end I practiced my dance steps
with this friend of my imagination
various dances, one-step and two-steps
seeking perfection with preparation

moving in rhythm in this practice place
seeking transformation of two left feet
I dance along until my heart doth race
twirling around, synchronized to the beat

the night has come for me to seek you out
the woman of my dreams I now do see
the question spills from my mouth without doubt
my sweet angel will you come dance with me

these memories shall remain for all time
when two as one spun round as bells did chime

© July 1, 2009 CRF



Another week comes with another topic from Blogophilia.


Blogophilia 18.2 Topic: Dance With Me

bonus points
(hard, 2 points): include a sonnet
(easy, 1 point): feature an imaginary friend

Final day to post: July 6th midnight GMT.




The Mudhens ~ Whole Lot Better

Currently listening:
Dark Passion Play
By Nightwish
Release date: 2007-10-02
June 27, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Reflections of Evil
by the falcon
a Cheryl’s Pal Collab

Here I sit, behind these bars
staring blankly, upon
my rugged hands
reflecting back to
that fateful day
and what I did
beside that golden pond
I saw you there
your body bronzing
in the warm July sun
your auburn hair shimmering
your emerald eyes sparkling
calling to me
awakening this desire
that I could not deny
so I did, the inexcusable
took you, ravaged you
whilst ignoring the cries
from your bruised heart
your cries, I hear every night
haunting my weary spirit
reminding me of my evil

when the cops came
I went quietly
when the judge asked
I pled guilty
not seeking leniency
only to spare you
having to relive
the horror of my evil

so as I sit here
accepting the punishment
I so richly deserve
I pray each day
not for forgiveness
that I don’t deserve
but for you
I pray that he heals
your shattered soul
your battered heart
your faith and trust in man
as I sit here tired and alone
…where I belong

my fellow inmates: Lady Cheryl Death, Sheila A, Mikey, Angel, Colleen, Debbie T




This is a complete work of imagination. Sorry that I seem to have gone in quite a dark direction.






Currently listening:
Undertow
By Tool
Release date: 1993-04-06
June 26, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wrote this one for Full Moon Thursday at the Harmony Pub. Feel free to check out all the fun that was had.



Mirage


I wander ‘cross
this barren land
staggering, as sun beats down
gazing wearily
through eyes blinded by sand
I wonder where all is gone
the cities…the people
my love…my life
nothing remains
of what once was
‘cept fragments
of towers
a small door
even the roads
vanished under the
advancing sand
as nature reclaims
what once was hers
still I wander
following you
I see you
in the distance
with your arms
outstretched, beckoning
calling to me
yet no matter how fast
I cross this treacherous dirt
I never catch you
till finally I collapse
no more strength
to stagger forth
I look up
in exhaustion
to your smiling face
you are finally there
though not
for I see the sand
shimmering through you
you’re just a mirage
or have you come
from beyond the veil
to bring me ‘cross
to join you
in eternity?

© June 25, 2009 CRF


Currently listening:
The Scarecrow
By Avantasia
Release date: 2008-02-05
June 25, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: News and Politics
Well, it is time again for a new edition of the News Headline Game. For those of you new to my blogs, this is where I find headlines from YahooNews and post them here with my own sarcastic response/continuation after it. Feel free to provide your own takes in the comments.




1) Why Low Earners Relax More
They know that the Government won't be taking as much from them in taxes?

2) Pigging Out: Can 1 Big Meal Hurt You?
Sure if it is the only meal you have in a month.

3) Oscars Doubling Best Picture Nominees
Are there really that many movies that deserve nomination for this?

4) Air has elevated cancer risk in 600 neighborhoods
Well, you better get rid of that pesky air.

5) Obama signs bill funding wars
But I thought he was going to end the wars.

6) NY governor may tell troopers to round up senators
Oh my. Someone is going to force politicians to do their job or face being arrested?

7) 76% say government likely to waste stimulus money
24% say "what is a stimulus?"

8) Saturn moon has liquid water beneath surface
Isn't that redundant? water is a liquid. If it was solid, you'd say 'ice'.

9) NASA's new moon probe sends back moon shots
That's good. I'd be worried if it was taking pictures of Uranus.

10) Canadian scientists breeding cows that burp less
Unfortunately, they fart a whole lot more

11) The Weirdest Object in the Solar System
Michael Moore?

12) Police: PA neighbor blares porn to chase off kids
Uh...Wouldn't that do the opposite?

13) Stoned wallabies make crop circles
Bwahahaha. I guess drugs aren't that bad after all.

14) Monkey urinates on Zambian president
He was applauded for exercising his right to free speech.

15) Staying Sane May Be Easier Than You Think
Just do as I say and you will be fine.

Currently listening:
United Abominations
By Megadeth
Release date: 2007-05-15
June 23, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
 
After what seemed like hours, but really only lasted thirty seconds, Chase composed himself. His military training kicking in. He took a couple deep breaths to compose himself. Gently scratching Clio between her ears, he turned to the detective.
 
“I suppose you would like me to go with you to identify the body.”
 
“Well, I guess that needs to be done, though I fear it will be a waste of time. Come with me.”
 
With that Detective Sturbridge turned and strode purposefully towards the exit. The walk to the detective’s car was short. He was surprised to see a Nissan Maxima. Where was the police cruiser? Seeing the look in Chase’s eyes, Det. Sturbridge chuckled and told him that it was her personal car. Her partner had their unmarked cruiser.
 
Shrugging his shoulders, Chase opened the door and slid in. As soon as he had the door closed, Clio hopped out of his hands and into the back seat. She spun around three times, then curled up and fell fast asleep.
 
Det. Sturbridge started the car. Chase listened to the engine purring almost in tune with Clio in the back. It seemed the detective kept her car in top shape. As she pulled out, the CD player began. Strains of music began to softly filter through the car. Chase recognized the song immediately. Ashley had gushed to him about this singer all the time. He had to give Christina Aguilera credit. She had an amazing voice. Listening as the lyrics to Hurt flowed over him, Chase stared out at the passing streets.
 
Det. Sturbridge seemed to know her way around the city. She expertly weaved through streets, avoiding all traffic lights. Sadly, this took them through some unsavory parts of town. Several times he saw empty boxes blow across the street. Apparently people didn’t worry about trash in this neighborhood.
 
As they continued on in silence, Chase studied the small store fronts they were passing. So many check cashing places, he thought. These were almost outnumbered by the number of bars along the street. It made sense, in a sad sort of way. People would be so desperate to feed their alcoholism; they would be willing to pay the outrageous fees to the check casher. Then they would head out, only to have to walk several feet to the nearest bar.
 
As they neared to hospital, Chase noticed a small antique store. In the window, a small breadbox was prominently displayed. He felt a little catch in his throat as he realized how much Ashley would have wanted it. She always loved collecting odd, old things.
 
                                   *3*
 
All too soon Chase found himself following Det. Sturbridge down the corridors of Mass General Hospital. Even at such an early time the halls were crowded. At least they were for most of the walk. As they neared the morgue, he noticed fewer people. Finally, they came to a door marked Special Services. The morgue was one area they never liked to advertise. Nobody wanted to see that word in a hospital. The detective turned to him and asked if he was sure he wanted to do this now. He nodded once than walked through the door.
 
A large room opened up before him. It was brightly lit by florescent lights strewn across the ceiling. The far wall was lined with dozens of stainless steel doors. Meat lockers, as some would call them.
 
There were three stainless steel tables in the middle of the room. Two were empty at the moment. The third had a sheet covering its contents, though Chase could guess what it was. As they began to walk towards the table, a middle aged doctor stepped out of a room to the left.
 
“Ah, Det. Sturbridge, I wasn’t expecting to see you this early. I’ve only just
 
“That’s OK, Dr. Berring. This is Sgt. McCourt. He is here to identify the body.”
 
A strange look crossed Dr. Berring’s face. Then he just shrugged and led the way. The closer they came to the table, the more confused Chase felt. Something just didn’t look right about the way the sheet fell.
 
Once they were there, the doctor took a hold of the sheet. Looking first to Det. Sturbridge for confirmation. When she nodded, he turned to Chase. Raising his eyebrows quizzically, he seemed to be asking one last time if Chase had any doubts. Finally, he just raised the sheet with a flourish.
 
At first, Chase couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. Is this some strange joke? Would Ashley pop out of the corner, with a grin saying “Fooled you!” She always loved Comedy Nights. Perhaps this was her own version: Comedy Tonight at the Morgue. When he looked over to the doctor and detective, he realized it wasn’t a joke.
 
“What the hell? I thought you said my sister was dead. How were you able to identify her?”
 
“We didn’t think we would at first. That is how she was found; laying in the Commons headless and handless. The scene was surprisingly bloodless. We figure she was killed elsewhere and dumped in the Commons. If it wasn’t for her license being found in her pocket, we probably would still have no idea who she was.”
 
Suddenly comprehension filled Chase.
 
“You didn’t search for me to identify the body. You came looking for me to see if I knew who did it.”
He thought for a few seconds then continued. Pointing towards a small pile of clothing remarkably clean of blood, he continued.
“OK, assuming those are her clothes, I would say she was dressed in them after she was beheaded. There is not enough blood on them for her to be wearing them during the act. Did you receive a video or something stating that this was happening? I assume that you feel since I am coming back from deployment to the Middle East, you think that some bent extremist is retaliating against my family. If not, your theory is a little weak. These people tend to enjoy showing off their actions. They get more terror for their actions if they show others what they will do. I would also like to add, you would still have the head for examination. They tend to leave that lying next to the body. The head missing leads to confusion. They want you to know who they have killed.”
 
Taking a small breath, Chase continued.
“Now, if it wasn’t connected to me, you would assume she had some connections to organized crime. They don’t like crimes coming back to haunt them, so they would be apt to remove the head and hands to hamper identification. That doesn’t explain the ID in her pocket. What idiot would take the time to remove a person’s head and hands yet fail to check their pockets for anything that could identify them? It makes no sense.”
 
Both the doctor and Det. Sturbridge just stared at him, so he continued.
“Wait, did you say that no one else lived at my sister’s apartment?”
 
“I did. Your sister is the only name on the lease. We found no sign in the apartment of any other occupant.”
 
“You must be mistaken. My sister had a roommate. Her name was Chelsea. I’ve talked to her several times.”
 
“There is no sign of anyone else living in that apartment. I’m not lying.”
 
“OK. Try this theory on for size. Let’s say there is a psycho out there. He likes to abduct his victims. He doesn’t like to advertise it though. Therefore, he either fakes the death of his victim, or he makes it as if they never existed. I’ve seen a picture of Chelsea. She looks an awful lot like Ashley. What if this psycho killed Chelsea, made it seem that she was Ashley, then made Chelsea seem not to have existed?”
 
“Interesting. It has some holes though. Couldn’t it be Chelsea that the psycho was after? Wouldn’t it be just as easy to kill Ashley and abduct Chelsea. He could still make Chelsea seem like she never existed.”
 
“That is possible, but why keep the head and hands? That insinuates an attempt to hide the identity of the victim. I suppose there are two other possibilities as well. First, Chelsea could be involved in the abduction. Secondly, there could be a third victim, and Chelsea could also have been abducted. I think instead of looking at this as a murder, you should also be looking at it as at least one abduction. Now, if I can make a phone call, I need to contact my commanding officer. If your original theory is correct, then they need to have someone here helping with the investigation.”
 
“You are correct. Follow me, I’ve got to call in the FBI too. Your observations make sense. I shouldn’t be limiting myself to one possible answer to this crime, at least not yet.”
 
                                            *4*
 
Slowly she opened her eyes. Glancing around, she saw a small room, more like a cell. There were chains tying her to the wall. She was lying on a small cot. Across the room she could see a door. It seemed pretty solid. Where was she? How did she get here?
 
Suddenly she heard a scream come through the wall. Dread filled her as she struggled to remember what happened.



This is a continuation of my story for blogophilia. Feel free to check out the other fine writers/poets and bloggers over there.
Blogophilia 17.2 Topic: Comedy Tonight??

bonus points
(hard, 2 points): include a musical teen hearthrob or pop diva (past or present)

(easy, 1 point): use the words bread box, empty box

Final day to post: June 29th midnight GMT.




Currently listening:
Mother Earth
By Within Temptation
Release date: 2008-08-05
June 21, 2009 - Sunday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
She’s The One
 
I see her every day
walking the halls
whispering in class
gossiping at lunch
practicing
with the cheer squad
she’s everywhere
even in my dreams
this beautiful girl
with raven hair
and hazel eyes
that I drown within
her sparkling smile
that embraces her world

She is just a dream
unapproachable
ever surrounded
by her posse
as I wither
in the shadows
never knowing
the words I cannot utter
‘cept in my dreams

Does she even notice me
standing here
gazing in adoration
as she passes by
or am I just
one of the invisible
unworthy of her
attention

I’ll never know
as I stand alone
in the shadows
perhaps it’s best
to dream of her
sharing that smile
with me
than experience
her disdain
of me

© June 17, 2009 CRF



I wrote this one for Full Moon Thursday at the Harmony Pub this past week. The theme was teen oriented. I just found out that it made the Spotlight blog for the Harmony Pub. Please check out all the other spotlights. They are incredible. I found it to be such a high honor that I received a spotlight for the third straight week.




Currently listening:
Permanent Vacation
By Aerosmith
Release date: 2001-11-20
June 16, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
          As I look back on my life so far, I realize there is so much more for me to accomplish. Sure, I have graduated from college. I have a job that, for the most part, I enjoy. I have met many wonderful people. However, what have I truly accomplished?
 
          I have a burning desire to make a difference in this world. I want my life to have meaning. I do not want to just sit by and watch as the world passes me by. I yearn to be able to say that I have positively affected the life of at least one person.
 
          I guess what I am trying to say is that it is time for me to set goals and achieve them. The nursery rhyme A Man of Words and Not Deeds truly says it all. It opens with the lines “a man of words and not deeds, is like a garden full of weeds”. A person might look at this as being a strange saying for a writer to latch onto. Do they not enjoy being a ‘man of words’? It is true that writers love words. Still, that is missing the biggest part of the quote.
 
          What it is really saying is that a person that relies only on words is useless. That person must follow through on what they say. They must prove through actions, that their statements have meaning. Therefore, I am going to make this promise to all of you. Within a year, I will have edited some of my writing enough to submit it to agents. I will work towards my goal of becoming published. I will not just keep saying that I will do it sometime. I will make it happen.
 
          Will being published make my life have meaning? I do not truly know. I do know that if my poems and stories positively affect the life of even one person, then my life will be worth it. This is my goal. This is my plan. I write it down so that I can be held to my words. Hopefully, I will do so based only on my desire and sheer determination. However, I wish to ask each of you a favor. Hold me accountable to this stated goal.

Question: What are your goals or plans for the coming year?


This was written for blogophilia. Check out the other fine writers.
Blogophilia 16.2 Topic: Sheer Determination

bonus points
(hard, 2 points): write autobiographically - means just that, not simply adding the word autobiographically -

(easy, 1 point): Share a favorite line from a fairytale or nursery rhyme that became your mantra for life.

Final day to post: June 22nd midnight GMT.



Currently listening:
The Division Bell
By Pink Floyd
Release date: 1994-04-05
June 12, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
Homecoming
 
          With a slight bump, the plane touched down at Logan International Airport. The squeal of the tires and the whine of the engines awoke Chase from a dreamless sleep. Between layovers and delays, Boston was notorious for delays, with only two runways and fickle weather; it took him over 18 hours to arrive.
 
He couldn’t wait to be back home. Soon he would be seeing his little sister again. It had been too long. Between her years at college and his service in the Army, they barely saw each other anymore.
 
When the plane finally reached the terminal, Chase stood and reached into the overhead compartment for his carryon luggage. As he did, he began to think back to when he and Ashley were kids. They were inseparable, though they tended to disagree often. One of those times had been when they had their own newspaper route. The back and forth arguing over what to name it drove their parents crazy. In fact, it was often said that the two of them sounded like braying mules, they argued so much.
 
The argument over the name of the business was two-fold. First they couldn’t decide whether to have it be Chase and Ashley, or Ashley and Chase. Neither of them wanted to give up top billing. Secondly, Chase wanted it to be called a team, while Ashley wanted it to be an organization. She always said that would make it sound more official. Finally, a compromise had been worked out. Chase had made a valid point you could never make a snappy acronym by having Ashley’s name first. She countered that C.A.N.T would be a horrible choice for a business. They settled with CAN DO, Chase and Ashley Newspaper Delivery Organization, though a two person outfit could never be considered an organization.
 
As he stepped off of the plane, into the terminal, a smile spread across his face. Soon they would be disagreeing as usual. He couldn’t wait. Hopefully Ashley hadn’t been waiting too long for his plane. Surely she checked the arrival time before heading to the airport. The delays had been horrendous. Instead of arriving around midnight, it was now 4:30 AM.
 
Glancing around, Chase noticed how empty the terminal really was. The only people in sight were those from his flight. No one was waiting to board any flights. Slight disappointment crept into him as he noticed Ashley wasn’t there. Perhaps she chose to meet him at the baggage claim area? If not, he would just have to call and find out where she was. He was sure she would be too eager to see him to play a joke. She wouldn’t pretend to have forgotten him, would she?
 
Hoisting his duffle bag over his shoulder, he began walking towards the stairs. Baggage Claim was located a floor down. As he walked, he listened to footsteps echoing all around. Once again he felt a twinge of worry. Something about the emptiness of the terminal didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t really place the worry, just a strange miasma that seeped through him with the cadence of steps.
 
Finally approaching the turnstile, he realized luggage was already sliding around. As he neared the queuing people, he glanced around. He still didn’t see Ashley. Where could she be?
 
Slowly the crowd began to thin, first in ones and twos, then in whole droves. Everyone seemed to be finding their luggage and rushing out. It seemed they too were eager to get to wherever they were heading.
 
True to his luck, the way the day was going, and Murphy’s Law, Chase’s luggage was the last to appear. Finally there was an end in sight. Still, as he picked the bags up off the conveyor belt, he glanced around again. Ashley still hadn’t appeared. Perhaps she hadn’t received his message. His leave from active duty came sooner than expected. When he called to tell her, all he got was an answering machine.
 
Pulling out his cell phone, he noticed he was all alone, except for a woman standing near the door. She was dressed in a grey pantsuit with an off-white blouse. Wavy, auburn hair tumbled to just below her shoulders. She held a black cat in her left hand.
 
She began to walk towards him. As she drew nearer, the worry he’d been feeling morphed into dread. Suddenly he recognized the cat. It was his sister’s favorite, Clio. She had named the cat after a Greek Muse, saying that the cat inspired her to write.
 
“Excuse me. Are you Mr. McCourt?”
 
“It’s Sergeant McCourt. Who are you? Why do you have my sister’s cat?”
 
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Detective Andrea Sturbridge.” She paused with an audible sigh.
“I guess there’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. You’re sister is dead. She was found yesterday morning in the Commons. I’ve been assigned her case. I was looking through her apartment to see if there was any clue as to what might have happened to her. At the same time, I was attempting to locate a next of kin. That was when I heard the message you left on her answering machine. I figured I would meet you here. I brought her cat along since no one else lived there. It needed to be taken care of. I couldn’t just leave it there.”
 
“My sister is dead?”
 
It felt like the floor dropped out from underneath him. Slowly he took hold of Clio. Cradling the cat to his chest, tears began to stream down his face.




This is for blogophilia. Feel free to check out all the other fine writes.

Blogophilia 15.2 Topic: We Just Disagree
(hard, 2pts): Mention one of the muses from ancient Greece
(easy, 1pt): Invent a New Acronym


Final day to post: June 15th, midnight GMT.




Currently listening:
Celtic Woman
By Celtic Woman
Release date: 2005-03-01