Poem: Comfort

Comfort

Rage is a comfort

It soothes the ache

And makes it possible to ignore fears.

Poem: Lover

LOVER

I give you my time

My attention.

Affection.

Like a minor fissure in a dam it’s taken time for my feelings to explode.

You are my priority.

Am I yours?

You say sweet words, when it is convenient to you.

You take time, on your schedule.

Never on mine.

You know aspects of the future, yet you make plans that conflict.

Offering excuses.

Saying ‘I don’t know.’

How can I know something when you don’t communicate?

I’ve grown tired of this.

These feelings are new.

Too raw… too much.

You make me feel too much.

I think you are worth it.

When I know that I caused that smile.

But lately,

My affection is turning to rage.

And it’s an old lover I thought I long since banished.

November Goals... well some of them

Well, it is a start. This post is only three days late instead of a week or so. With that said, hello to those who have stumbled onto my blog!

The month is November and to all the book creators out there, you understand what that means. It means that it is time to write a novel… in a month!

Crazy is what I called it last year. Sixty thousand words or so is the goal. I had attempted the challenge by writing Rising Power, book four in the Power Series and the first side story, but quickly realized- ten thousand words or so- that I would not be able to with book three unedited.

As that was the case, I started a new story dubbed Bastard Born, a fantasy revolving around the consequences of choices. I was thirty thousand words into it when the month ended and I made planes for the sequel and four other books of the series. I lost track of the book until January, when I dusted that data file off and wrote some more. Bastard born is currently sitting at fifty-odd-thousand words. Rising Power hasn’t been touched since its inception.

Book three of the Power series still needs to be edited. This was one of my goals for last month. One of the two I didn't even attempt.

So for this month I will find a cover for book two, Power Brings Power, and edit book three, Power Breeds Power, as well as continue writing a poem every day. Make two new recipes and blog three times a week.

A goal I fell short of last month. But I did try. This month will be better.

More goals to follow.

I’m off to find some inner peace.

Good night everyone.

Poem Untold

Another poem from the previous month, I don’t like it as much but I wrote it for the development of a character I haven’t even wrote about yet.

Untold

Untold are the horrors I’ve seen.

I say nothing of the offense.

Bury it down.

Deep into the pit.

Not endless,

deep enough.

For the moment…

A Poem: Exp

This is a poem I wrote in the beginning week of October. Technically, it was written in September, but it is the first one in my notebook and I like it.

Exp.

There is a beauty in the world.

In the currents which shape us.

Divine bliss

Shatters the mirage

Bringing forth…

 that which should not be seen.

A conversation between characters

So I am currently talking to a friend about sexuality and this little snippit of conversation popped into my head. As I need to post to this blog three times a week and I am far behind in this, I decided to upload this.

The character’s names are Maurice and Valerius. You can thank the two closest books to me for that.

Without further ado. Read on

Maurice sat down next to Val on the stair case. The stone steps were surprisingly warm but it didn’t detract from the worry that the slab with the crack halfway though it would finally split sending the pair to the hard cement below.

“Are you ok?” Maurice asked, his left hand making comforting circles on his friend’s back.

“I’m fine.” Val said; voice surprisingly solid.

“You sure? She didn’t pull any punches.”

Val nodded his head to the right. “I’m good. How about you? She practically outted you.”

Maurice snorted. “That bitch didn’t do shit. My parents already suspect but won’t do nothing as I pay a good part of… everything really.”

A smile graced Val’s face. “Why don’t you just come out to them?”

Maurice huffed. “Why? Why the hell should I have to tell my parents I like guys instead of girls? Do straight people sit down with their parents and say ‘mom, dad, I like girls?’ No. They bring home the girl. Or in, Trenton’s case, get a girl pregnant and then bring her home.”

Val laughed. “Remind me to be there for that.”

And there is the scene. Hope you enjoyed it. 

October Goals... Should have been posted much sooner

It is now October tenth and my goals for this month have been going along fairly well.

I’ve been writing a poem a day. I made a non-vegan dessert that turned out good. There is still a savory oriented vegan dish to create as well but I already have something in mind.

I have yet to find a cover artist for Power Brings Power but that will require an afternoon of research and a few hours on Twitter. Will possibly attempt half of that on Saturday.

Which brings me to my next goal of the month, a two sided goal; post to Facebook twice a week and to interact on Facebook and Twitter more. For this, I am behind. But I have posted once to Facebook and a multitude to the birds. And if you know me and my dislike of FB, you would find that one update truly impressive.

My final goal is to post to this lovely blog at least three times a week and so far I am only five posts behind as this counts as a one.

So those along with review the books (comic and otherwise) I have are my aspirations for the month.

Will I succeed? Or will I fall so short, so quickly, that I break my nose in the attempt?

 There is only one way to find out. 

A Piece of Chiidhood: TV

Before I begin I must say that I debated with myself on whether if I should write this or not. But my mind wouldn't be silent and I wrote this while walking from work.

It’s February and while Valentine’s Day is the main attraction, let’s not forget that this is also Black History Month.

So in respect of this occasion, I’m going to talk about my childhood, more accurately, the cartoon shows I used to watch.

Like any other child, I watched a gambit of cartoons. Spiderman, Batman, Superman, Power Rangers, ok not really a cartoon, but assuredly kid friendly. What did all those shows have in common? Bright colors, a story-mostly- and no black main character.

As I was a child, I didn’t care that all the stars of the show were white, mostly. I enjoyed them for the action and the sounds. But a part of me did wish that the guy under the spider-man suit was black.

So when Static Shock came to the TV screen, I was ecstatic.

I don’t remember much about the episode, just the events around it; a giant bowl of cereal and fighting with my brother to see who would sit in Dad’s chair. If that lasted as long as it normally did, the first ten minutes of the show wasn’t observed.  But I recall the impression of wanting to see next week’s episode ASAP.