Sunday, September 30, 2012

Winged With Fire


Part 1
          You probably won’t believe this story, but someone needs to tell it. Someone needs to know about those people, about what happened to them; I need to tell someone who is responsible for killing them…
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          I was a boy then, about twelve years and old my parents were huntsmen for the Viceroy; they would go into the forest and capture, and most times kill, the magical creatures that dwelled there. Sometimes they would be in the forest for weeks or months at a time, hunting a great stag, a cave troll, or a magical bear of old.
          When they would return, the Viceroy would hold a great feast. There we would eat, drink, and laugh with our friends and adversaries; enjoying the freshly killed food. This was the only time that everyone in our village would truly come together. My parents weren’t just known for their talent in fighting and hunting, they were also entertainers, and my father knew how to capture the crowd. They did their job well, especially during the great feast; they would put on a show telling the story of their magnificent adventure, never revealing too much as to keep the crowd under their spell. Then they would bring in the creature, either stuffed or alive to show off; if alive they would fight it to the death, this made the crowds roar with laughter and excitement.
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          It happened one night, at one of the greatest feasts we had ever held in Griatia, we were laughing and rejoicing at my parent’s latest victory! My parents had accomplished something that no one else in the history of Griatia had ever done before. They had caught a phoenix! They kept it alive, knowing that everyone would want to see this creature of legend, including the Viceroy. Everyone did want to see the majestic creature we had only ever heard about in legend. They wouldn’t miss this show for anything, but they would soon regret that.
          The crowd was loud and enthusiastic that night. Smiles were contagious and drunkards were amusing. I asked my parents if I could have a peek of the great bird before the big show, but they refused, obviously very annoyed that I asked.
           Everyone ate and drank until their buttons and ties were ready to burst. The Viceroy went around doing his usual, bragging about his wealth and how his banquets had the best shows; he also spoke of how tonight would be the best show of all, for he had a live phoenix.   
          The Great Hall was glorious, the round marble fire pit was a magnificently blazing, and on it roasted a great boar. At the end of the hall, facing the marble fire pit was the great tapestry, behind the Viceroys enormous chair, which displayed him high on the back of his glorious steed, in the background was a battle being won by his army.
          Then my parents entered the room, and everyone grew silent, they all fought to get a closer view. My parents, walked confidently into the middle of all the square dining tables, they addressed the crowd with smiles and waves of their arms. Behind them, a great cloaked cage was being wheeled in.  My parents addressed the crowd, telling their guests of their search for the phoenix, and how they toiled and fought to bring it here tonight! Then the moment we all waited so long and patiently for. My parents walked over to the cage, gave a grand bow, and slowly uncovered the cage. The crowd’s eyes grew large and their mouths formed a big gaping hole.
                    My thoughts predicted the terrible gruesome creature that was going to be under there, the one we’d all proclaim as better off dead. I thought about how its mouth would form a crooked grin, its eyes would burn like the fires of hell, and its claws would bear the blood of its past prey. 
          When the cover was lifted, my eyes however were overcome with the image of an angelic creature, nothing like what we had heard about in the legends, nothing gruesomely ugly or terrifying.  I saw a creature that was lean, graceful, and so lovely beyond anything my eyes had ever witnessed before, so beautiful that tears formed my eyes.
          Her small head pointed toward heaven and her eyes flashed like embers. She fluffed her wings with a flicker of fire as she proudly tucked them into her sides. Her tail swirled in an elegant smooth motion like fiery sparks on the wind. Even though she was captured, she stood with such beauty, grace, and pride! Her spirit would never be held captive; it would burn like the sun.
          Now my heart ached and I felt sick, how could we cage such an elegant creature? How could we talk of killing her and stuffing her as a trophy?  That’s when the phoenix’s eyes met my gaze, and she seemed to read my thoughts, through her eyes she seemed to say, “Awaken to the cries of the broken, seek the path few have chosen. Become what you believe.” 
          With that I crawled under the tables and ran to the fire pit, I grabbed the largest piece of burning wood, and I ran with it to the “great war” tapestry, and with all the power I had, I threw the burning piece of wood at it.
          At this point the crowd was in an uproar, woman and children were screaming, men were shouting, the guards were chasing me. I ran as fast as I could to the Phoenix’s cage, and opened it; my mother grabbed my arm and screamed at me,
          “What are you doing?”
          She was too late, the phoenix had escaped; she had spread her wings and let forth a huge tsunami of fire that engulfed the ceiling of the great hall. Never looking back to see what happened to me she flew through the ceiling’s burning embers and gaping holes.
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          When everything was done and over, all that was left of the great hall was black pillars and ash. I remember sitting on Krye’s Hill looking down at it, my face and hands black, my clothes smelled of smoke and grey pieces of ash stuck to them.  My face was frozen in a dumb expression, my mind still couldn’t wrap around the events that had just occurred. I couldn’t believe that they were all really gone.
          So now you know, I did it, it was me…I killed them all…I burned the great hall and all the people in it…all to save the bird.  As I was escaping the falling timbers, I saw my mother yelling to me from across the hall,
          “Don’t forget the words of the phoenix!”
          And then she died, I didn’t see it happen…all I remember is how I followed the smoke trail leading out of the great hall, I heard all the terrible cries behind me as they burned in the great hall.  I watched it burn to the ground on top of Krye’s hill, I saw that the only thing that was left was black crooked pillars, like grave stones marking the place of the dead.
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          After watching the fire turn into smoldering smoke, I woke from my stupid daze, and ran into the forest, hoping that no one would find me. I knew what evil I had done, and I knew too that I would never truly sleep again.
          Now I wake from my nightmares, remembering their cries, they haunt my mind, like my shadow haunts me. I remember the fires and they burn holes in my soul. I chose my path, not knowing fully what kind of debt I would pay; I am now the tortured soul of the burning fires of hell. I have become the nightmare that I thought I believed in.
          I am the phoenix…

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Watcher


My eyes stare at his face,
staring at me.
How much does he see?
How much does he know?
When I start forgetting about him,
His faint sound reminds me he is still there.
Watching…lurking…

-- Click Click --      --Tick Tick –

The final “GONG,” reminds me he is alive.
Every time my eyes break away from his stare,
I leave a memory there.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Matched by Ally Condie

From L.A. Times
Hey you guys! For the last month or so I have been reading the book 'Matched' by Ally Condie, between school, work, and wanting to take my time, it took me a while to get through it. Lol However, it is a fantastic book! Some reviewers compared it to 'Twilight' and 'The Hunger Games,' its not really anything close to 'Twilight,' but that could be just my opinion, however it does reflect a bit of 'The Hunger Games.' I would definitely recommend it, it was an excellent read! Condie's writing style I thought was a little basic at first, but then as I kept going it felt as though she got more and more confident and let herself play around and take risks. She is very poetic and creative in her writing style, which I loved. Her character development was excellent,  I was really able to connect with the main character Cassia, she wasn't annoying or absurd, which is the problem I had with Bella in 'Twilight.'   For being a sci-fi fantasy book, it was pretty realistic, meaning I found it believable. The idea of the "society" in her book is where the reviewers got the "like Hunger Games"  idea, the society controls every thing with rules for a "perfect society" and if you challenge those rules the society will snuff you out. The romance was enjoyable, but not outrageous. I loved the first book SO much that I am getting the second one, and I am so excited about it, the next book is entitled: Crossed. If you check out Condie's site, you will see there that there are  rumors about them making a movie as well, which is also exciting, however I hope they stick close to the book because I can't really see them changing anything...we shall see. So here it is: Matched by Ally Condie


indiebound.org
Matched
Cassia has always trusted the Society to make the right choices for her: what to read, what to watch, what to believe. So when Xander's face appears on-screen at her Matching ceremony, Cassia knows he is her ideal mate . . . until she sees Ky Markham's face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black. The Society tells her it's a glitch, a rare malfunction, and that she should focus on the happy life she's destined to lead with Xander. But Cassia can't stop thinking about Ky, and as they slowly fall in love, Cassia begins to doubt the Society's infallibility and is faced with an impossible choice: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she's known and a path that no one else has dared to follow.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Beginning -- War




   Battle cries were in the air and Nerf Darts were flying, they seemed to be coming from every direction! Julia did her best to leap and sneak stealthily over toys and around corners, but her enemy was too skilled and clever for her, she accepted the fact that she would never beat such skilled opponents!

   Julia checked her Nerf Cartridge, drat! Only one Nerf Dart left, she would have to pull a “Bruce Willis” if she was to survive, but even then her future looked bleak! She took a deep breath, and rolled her eyes with a smile…she ran as fast as she could from behind her hiding place, then aimed and fired her last dart. BOP, was the sound that her Nerf Gun made as she pulled the trigger; the dart lurched from the cartridge.

   A few moments later Julia found herself laying on the hallway floor staring up at the ceiling lamps, she lay amongst the chaotic mix of toys and weapons thrown carelessly on the floor. She heard the boy’s voices in the background proclaiming their victory; this was probably the eighth or ninth time this had happened. How did they do it? Every time they managed to put her in that corner of death! There was no way out after you entered; each time you tried to escape…you were slaughtered.

   “Hey Julia…you want to switch sides this round, or would you like to continue to be killed!?!”

   Josiah asked with a laugh from the stairs, his brother Jordon was laughing wickedly with him. I can still remember my first time babysitting them, it was funny; their parents were so sure that after the first time I would never come back!

   I lifted my head and looked down the hall at the boy’s heads peeping over the top of the stairs with mischievous grins on their faces.

  “No thanks, I think I’m done for the night.” I flopped my head back down, I heard disappointed whines,                 “Aww, not even one more round, can’t we make it an even ten?”

    I rolled my eyes, and sighed, “Fine, one more round and that’s it!” I lifted my hand waving my pointer finger in a number one  final motion.

   I sat up and grabbed as many Nerf Bullets as I could, this time I was going to win, this time I was ready for war!

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Cruel World


Verse One
A church is weeping, as there building is burning down.
A girl is crying, she just found out.
A family is full of sorrow, as they lower the body into the ground.
Photo from bogoisme.blogspot.com
A little boy is pleading, “Jesus, please hear my prayer!”

Chorus
And Jesus says, come knock on my door, I love you just as much as before.
 You ask for forgiveness, it’s already been given. You ask for protection, you have an angel.
I will take care of you, no matter what the need is, for you are my children, and I love you!
 I love you!  (2nd verse chorus 2x)

Verse Two
A church is rising up from the ashes.
A girl is smiling, as she hold a little angel.
A family is believing that they will overcome.
A little boy is embracing the army daddy that just came home.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Racing Leaves



We are racing,
Art by Josephine Wall
Leaves are chasing,
We are flying like the bees,
Through the forest trees.

We are running against time,
Against Mother Nature in prime.
The winds blow and whip,
Making the trees bend and dip.

Leaves fly in the air,
Colors everywhere,
Threatening that winter is near,
Fall is already here.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Love Never Ending - Song

This is one of the first songs I ever wrote and put music to, I play this on my guitar all the time and sing too. This is short, however, it has a lot of deep meaning. This started off as a poem (like most of my songs do) and then I liked the rhythm that I felt it had, so I started playing around with it on the guitar. It's a pretty happy song, most of my songs are happy, kinda funny right? Anyway, I wrote this trying to describe God's nature, which is kinda hard to do, however I expressed it in my words and was amazed at how well it turned out. If I didn't mention before I am a Christian who is very much in love with her heavenly father, and in my songs I worship his name, by either describing who he is and how I have experienced him in some way.  I don't know what you believe in dear Reader, but I didn't create this blog to Christianize people, instead to glorify him and express the talent he gave to me. I hope I do not offend in anyway. Anyway enough talk here is the song:


Guitar Chords: G C D

Verse 1

 Love never ending, gifts sometimes pending,
Hope and Joy he provides.


Chorus
 Never unseen, or unheard by the spirit,
But blind our earthly eyes are to Him. (1st. verse 1x) (2nd verse 2x)


Verse 2
Never leaving, or forsaking his people
Always there, always aware.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Nightmare


The absence of,
The sadness of,
The memory gone,
Life goes on,
I’m stuck in the silence.
Photo By: Tracy Hymas


The heart aches,
The life breaks,
The music gone,
Why does life go on?
The quiet creeps in.


People pass by,
I wonder why,
I can’t shed the old skin,
I’m trapped deep within,
I feel old in this new world.


Scars remain,
I feel lame.
World spins round,
My feet still hit the ground,
Will I wake from this nightmare?