Words From The Dark

You can relive one hour of your life... what would it be? And would you change anything, remember the paradox and butterfly effect.

So a have friends that hunt deer, they hunt for food not just for sport. They enjoy but leave more so empty handed. Waiting for the one prize each year. Here goes:

The Hunters Way
By JLP

Saw a deer prancing off in the woods
So hunting I did go
There wasn’t wind, there wasn’t rain,
There wasn’t even snow

Silently I sat I the tree I had my snacks
And trusty gun
But after sitting 6 hours so
I didn’t see a one

Just as I prepared to leave my perch
A ten pointer looked at me
I raised my gun, I steadied it
I did it silently

I took aim, so still it stood
Poised so perfectly
I took one deep breath, the trigger tight
I knew this was the one for me

I could see it clearly a gentle squeeze
It didn’t move or run
A real trophy this would be
If I had only loaded my gum

Happy hunting you guys.

So it a new year and things are going to improve. I’ve been writing a lot but post little here. That’s going to change to. So I going to start introducing a small synopsis of some of my works.

Words can be the power of us all. What you say is almost as powerful as what you do. Be kind to each other.

With the coming new year this page is going to get the attention it deserves.

Thinking

Though we seem so far away
I think of all my friends today

I think of everyone I know
I think of how I miss you so

I’ll raise a glass, a cup, a stein
I’ll toast to every friend of mine

I know each of you, we’ll make it through.
If each of you do what you’re supposed to do

So all be safe out there and know I care
Just think of times that we all share

The beast is fearless but it’s reign will end
I send a virtual hug for every friend

Remember that more valuable then gold
Is the precious list of friends you hold

So to each of you that took the time
I send my thoughts with these words of rhyme

If

If I ever take you in my arms and you push me away.
My little heart will cease to beat and I will die that day.

If I ever try to kiss you lips and you just bow your head.
My soul it’s self will be crushed and my body will be dead.

If I ever try to speak to you and you just step aside.
I will know that loves not true and what we have has died.

So I hope I’m always there for you and always in your heart.
For if I ever fail in my love for you, it would tear my world apart.

Dread

A certain dread does fill my head
A fear washes over me.
I rush to the bathroom swift and true
I really have to p*e.
And on the shelf upon the wall
It swiftly becomes clear, you know.

Where the hell and what to do with these new hundred toilet paper rolls?

Be smart Don’t horde...

I have more or less let this page limp along for a while. Think it’s time to write a little once more.

I have let this page sit dormant far to long. Feel I’ve lost my desire and drive to write. That long drought is coming to an end. More very soon.

Troubled Question

I try to think what I can do.
This world has not done right by you.

Each day is just another trial.
Another burden added to the pile.

I’m growing weary of all of it.
I think of how I just want to quit.

It seems there’s nothing I can do.
Is it even worth my making it through.

I See no light in this life anymore.
I’ve looked but it not there like before.

So what is next if I am done.
Please answer me, just anyone?

Think I’m going to revive this page

For those that visit here, I know I've not posted in a while. I am working hard on a special project. Mystery Monster Mayhem. A 5k race with mayhem, monster, and witches.
Oh my!

Love You Sew

Sitting sewing in her chair.
Snips of material everywhere.
Slow your tasks you have to do.
But know I wait lovingly home for you.

Each piece is cut with loving care
Sometimes you forget how long you're there
What you do is such an art
That's why I've given you my heart

So creative you've have grown
Doing most of it on your own
Oh how proud I am of you
Just know I'm here to help you through

See the magic you create
This is the path that is your fate
Amazing traits your hands display
I love you more each passing day

Snowflakes

I stepped outside and to my surprise
A tiny snowflake caught my eyes

Oh how happy I've become
I dance and catch one on my tongue

There falling faster across my face
Hundreds gather at a frantic pace

I scurry promptly back inside
They now fall faster as I try to hide

A few little snowflakes don't make me sad
But millions upon millions can be bad

Now they quickly cover all I can see
So I'll settle inside with a nice cup of tea

Each little snowflake special in its own way
But in my house I plan to stay

I'm in a very dark place as of late. Now where's that light switch? Need to refocus.

Monster.

I watch the clock as I lay on the floor, the last to turn out the light.
Will I survive and make it up stairs, or will the monster get me tonight.

As I reach for the switch, I start counting from ten, and swiftly run up the stair.
If I'm on my bed, before my countdown end, I'll meet no monster there.

In bed with eyes, really closed tight, the blanket covers my head.
If my feet touch the floor, I'll be no more, the monster will gobble me dead.

A scratch at the wall, a bump in the hall, I sit up straight and stare.
The monster is coming, I can tell by the sounds, though I'm told no monster is there.

But my door opens slowly, I hide under my pillow, shivering in fear.
The door opens wide, monsters inside, yes I know that monster is here.

My bed moves a bit, I know this is it, I lay perfectly still on my back.
If I remain calm, and raise no alarm, I know it will not attack.

The next thing I know, the sun's starting to show, I can rise safe from my bed.
Brush my teeth, then get dressed, know I'll do my best, to get monster out of my head.

But each night brings new fear, as bedtime draws near, andI don't know where the monster is at.
Tonight I am slow, he's faster you know, and I'm attacked by monster the cat.

Goodnight and happy dreams!

So for those that showed interest in my first book: "The Bloodseed" I wish to extend thanks. If you found editing lacking, you will be pleased to know I am forwarding it to an real editor after the first of the year.

My new plan is to create a post of some progress or a small taste of my work at least once a week. Thanks to all those that read and like this page.

This page has been somewhat neglected as of late.
Reasons on for this cause a small debate.
But hear these words that I write now.
I'm going to keep it up dated someway, somehow.
Thanks for visiting.
New news tomorrow.

A new story line. The Marvelous Watches of Chase N. Thyme is underway. I have help on the story line. More to come.

Writing is going slow now, as for the past three or four weeks my job had gotten a 100% of my time.
I manage to scrawl a few words here and there but that's it.
Will post about up coming books soon.

I have been working on a new project with a friend. More to come about that soon along with the long awaited second book to Gothic Renaissance: Guardian of the Gates. But here's a little something.

Fearful Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep.
With one eye open, not to deep.
From a restfully sleep I shall refrain.
The zombies will not eat my brain.

I lay silent in my bed.
Pull the blanket to my head.
I hear them moaning beyond my door.
So I climb beneath it to the floor.

So at the moment new things are slow to be posted. Now where did I lay down all those E's

I have a computer with a selective memory. Sometimes it save work when I tell it to and sometimes it lies. This is making writing most difficult.

A thought

I start my day on the usual way, reaching to the sun.
I feel the warmth upon me, as another day's begun.

I hear the song of the morning birds, as it fills the air.
I stand and look at all the beauty, green is everywhere.

I can hear it off in the distance, a sound not heard before.
But as the morning passes, I can hear it more and more.

The birds have now gone silent, I watched them fly away.
Only the angry sound of the monster, is left to fill the day.

I watch as animals pass me by, the sound grows closer now.
I see them running fast as they can, away from it somehow.

Now I see the monster closely, I have no place to go.
It moves ever closer, heartlessly killing everything I know.

I try to stand up to it, the monster's here I see.
But I find I'm no match for it, as the monster cuts through me.

Now I lay dying I feel the sun I know that death is near.
I feel life fading, oh so slowly my time
has come i fear

Now mother looks upon me, and in sadness sheds a tear
As she looks around and to me, another forest's clear.

My brothers fall by thousands, many everyday.
My last thought as my life fades, What happens to the monsters when trees all gone away?

I find my self scattered as I have about six different books well started. One book self published, one finished; little editing, and about twenty about half a chapter.

A few does for the day...

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill live up the hill
In the dark scarey house all alone

So it you wander there, best take a care
For they will never let you go home

Sometimes the words just seem to flow as a flood from my head. Then others, it's a struggle to write a sentence. How can this be?.

A poem to think about.

Life is

Life is fleeting, so it's said.
We're born, we live, we die...we're dead.
It sounds so simple, those words above.
Until you mix in one more little thing, called love.

From birth we never know our fate.
Our parents we can't choose.
So our lives they dictate, mould and shape, Till we grow up and move! ( they hope )

But a family love will bind us.
Most partings they are sad,
and when we return back home,
our loved ones they are glad. ( most cases )

We each have hopes and dreams and fear
We want to meet another one day.
One to love and comfort us
and steal our heart away.

This may not be an easy task
We may fail a time or two
But still we keep on searching,
till we find a love that true,

Our years they flow too quickly
So short the time we have on earth
So treasure every moment and every friend.
For this is your real worth

And be happy for the little things
For even though they may seem small
There are many around with nothing
That think you have it all.

It's true money can't buy happiness,
and it can't stop death as well
But never finding the one you love,
can make this a living hell.

So build a great circle,
surround your life, with friend that you hold dear.
Share these times, have fun and live,
enjoy life's journey without fear.

Don't let yourself be judged by others, love everyone you can
And when you find that one true match...
you'll find that life is grand.

So, I am trying my hand at writing once more. It's been some time. But technology can sometimes be your enemy. Lost five days work to a computer glitch. About 12 pages.

Events in life have a way of making one neglect other things. I find I have Ben very neglectful in my writing. Time to step it up.

Last visit was in July. About to really push for book 2 and post more small stuff here. Wish I were smart enough to get my website up.

One thing stopping book two as an eBook. Still searching for that elusive book cover.
Want to send to press by October.

Right now to the end of the month, my book The Bloodseed is on sale for 25% off all eBook formats on Smashwords.com.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/18884

Book 2 "Guardian of the Gates" is now finished it's editing process. All I need now is a cover photo and it will be an eBook. Printing will take about a few months due to finances.