I’m looking forward
To a time undivided
Straight forward
To a time undecided
Skipping and tripping
Into the midnight sun
My demeanor is stripping
Of all of its fun
Hard times have come
In the darkness of the night
The world beats like a drum
All I need is an invite
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Life In Glennie
Blackberry stained hands flip the pages of an old book.
The bang of Grandpa’s gun echoes through the woods.
The unique smell of a fresh batch of cornbread wafts onto the porch.
Small deer hooves travel silently over the gravel driveway,
And I remember… this is life in Glennie.
The bang of Grandpa’s gun echoes through the woods.
The unique smell of a fresh batch of cornbread wafts onto the porch.
Small deer hooves travel silently over the gravel driveway,
And I remember… this is life in Glennie.
The Revelations of Crow
So many things wrap into one, as my sins disintegrate behind me. I leave unmarked treads on pavement that I will never again visit. What has become of me, in this desolate place I call home? I am something foreign to myself, but none-the-less, something I enjoy. I wish to fly to a better place, but my heart tells me that is not an option, rather to save those, those who are even less fortunate than I. Those who are soon to begin there fly. Should those natives not have one they can call their own to protect them? Protect and defend, in their otherworldly home.
Those who create us, we all own up to them. We owe them life as they have given us, but some don’t deserve to rejoice in what we have to offer. That is why my path leads away from my sanctuary in the sky and farther down to a place unknown. I come in a quiet hush, undetected by pitiful mortals. In a gritty, dark city I perch on fire escapes and climb over rusty gateways to watch as those mortals, who seem so innocent to the untrained crow eyes, destroy those of their own. Dressed all in black, with hollow midnight eyes I blend into my surroundings, and when I don’t . . . I am mistaken for an apparition.
Decisions are meant to be made, and how I came to the decision to protect my children is unknown. In my opinion, it doesn’t matter how I arrived at my enthralling conclusion, but more that I did so on the first night in the other-world. My first lonely night was spent sharing pieces of the weaker mortal’s tragedies, so much evil in a world that is mistaken for good. Rapes, murders, and brutal beatings are a few of the nightly nightmares that happen on the shadowy sides of already darkened streets.
Now my boots click and splash through damp streets as I go looking for the evil in the world. Why should I, an immortal, not help my children? My life was already taken from me, and I hate to see my past kin live as I do now.
A man brandishing a knife at a helpless woman, who thinks she has been condemned to her death. How wrong she may yet prove to be. I watch from the shadows as he approaches his pray. In the distance he hears boots ... clicking ... towards him. He knows what it is, he’s heard of the rumors that are whispered on the streets. A nameless fear is haunting his kind, and tonight it has come for him. So ironic, that one of is own has turned to hunt him.
“Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungrounded in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone”
Those who create us, we all own up to them. We owe them life as they have given us, but some don’t deserve to rejoice in what we have to offer. That is why my path leads away from my sanctuary in the sky and farther down to a place unknown. I come in a quiet hush, undetected by pitiful mortals. In a gritty, dark city I perch on fire escapes and climb over rusty gateways to watch as those mortals, who seem so innocent to the untrained crow eyes, destroy those of their own. Dressed all in black, with hollow midnight eyes I blend into my surroundings, and when I don’t . . . I am mistaken for an apparition.
Decisions are meant to be made, and how I came to the decision to protect my children is unknown. In my opinion, it doesn’t matter how I arrived at my enthralling conclusion, but more that I did so on the first night in the other-world. My first lonely night was spent sharing pieces of the weaker mortal’s tragedies, so much evil in a world that is mistaken for good. Rapes, murders, and brutal beatings are a few of the nightly nightmares that happen on the shadowy sides of already darkened streets.
Now my boots click and splash through damp streets as I go looking for the evil in the world. Why should I, an immortal, not help my children? My life was already taken from me, and I hate to see my past kin live as I do now.
A man brandishing a knife at a helpless woman, who thinks she has been condemned to her death. How wrong she may yet prove to be. I watch from the shadows as he approaches his pray. In the distance he hears boots ... clicking ... towards him. He knows what it is, he’s heard of the rumors that are whispered on the streets. A nameless fear is haunting his kind, and tonight it has come for him. So ironic, that one of is own has turned to hunt him.
“Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungrounded in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone”
Quotes For My Dad (July 1959 - November 2005)
One last year has come and gone, it’s time to let your love rain down on me. – Alana Grace
Heaven bent to take my hand, and lead me through the fire. Be the long awaited answer, to a long and painful fight. – Sarah McLachlan
But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself. – Ardeth Bey
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. – Gandalf
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. – Lord Byron
It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare. - Mark Twain
He made the world to be a grassy road before her wandering feet. – W. B. Yeats
Someday, I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying. – Tim McGraw
In your last hour stand, you’ll notice the ones that you had loved in dreams are here among the others. – Coheed and Cambria
Dreams last so long, even after you’re gone. – Jewel
How do you measure the life of a women or a man? In truths that he learned, or in times that she cried; in bridges she burned, or the way that he died? – Rent
Heaven bent to take my hand, and lead me through the fire. Be the long awaited answer, to a long and painful fight. – Sarah McLachlan
But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself. – Ardeth Bey
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. – Gandalf
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. – Lord Byron
It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare. - Mark Twain
He made the world to be a grassy road before her wandering feet. – W. B. Yeats
Someday, I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying. – Tim McGraw
In your last hour stand, you’ll notice the ones that you had loved in dreams are here among the others. – Coheed and Cambria
Dreams last so long, even after you’re gone. – Jewel
How do you measure the life of a women or a man? In truths that he learned, or in times that she cried; in bridges she burned, or the way that he died? – Rent
Monday, May 01, 2006
If You Ever Did Believe
Willow found herself on the aged park bench she used to look at from their apartment window. It had always seemed so lonely and tender like it had lost something and didn’t know where to look for it. Now, she understood that feeling. The feeling of knowing you’d lost something, knowing it could still be there, but not knowing where to look for it.
She watched the group of crows mill around the concrete next to the fountain. She gazed at their glossy black feathers and saw Cade’s hair in her mind’s eye. His hair had always smelled like the Neah Bay, where his people upheld their reservation. She remembered burying her face in his long hair after he died, remembered how the smell of pine and salt was still strong even through the odor of the hospital.
Willow’s memories were shattered by an innocent voice asking, “Is this seat taken?” She lethargically replied that it wasn’t and wiped away the tears that had blurred her vision.
“What’s your name?” the stranger asked of her. Willow turned just enough to glimpse the unfamiliar person’s profile, realizing that it was only a child, she patiently supplied her name.
They both sat in silence watching the crows peck at each other. Willow tried to suppress her tears but a few continued to flow pass the rims of her eyes.
“You shouldn’t cry for him,” the girl said. Willow turned to look at her. She couldn’t have been more than twelve. She had brown hair and extremely bright yellow eyes.
“How do you know who I’m crying for?”
Ignoring her comment the girl carried on, “My name’s Arella by the way, I live in the apartments across the way with my parents.” She pointed a long finger towards an apartment building on the opposite side of the courtyard from Willow’s. “Mom told me what happened to Cade. She said you two had only been married three months.”
Willow fumbled with her gold wedding band as the girl continued, “Did you know that most cultures have deep beliefs in crows.”
“No, I wasn’t aware of that,” Willow stated.
“Yeah, most people aren’t, but crows always signify something:
One Crow Sorrow
She watched the group of crows mill around the concrete next to the fountain. She gazed at their glossy black feathers and saw Cade’s hair in her mind’s eye. His hair had always smelled like the Neah Bay, where his people upheld their reservation. She remembered burying her face in his long hair after he died, remembered how the smell of pine and salt was still strong even through the odor of the hospital.
Willow’s memories were shattered by an innocent voice asking, “Is this seat taken?” She lethargically replied that it wasn’t and wiped away the tears that had blurred her vision.
“What’s your name?” the stranger asked of her. Willow turned just enough to glimpse the unfamiliar person’s profile, realizing that it was only a child, she patiently supplied her name.
They both sat in silence watching the crows peck at each other. Willow tried to suppress her tears but a few continued to flow pass the rims of her eyes.
“You shouldn’t cry for him,” the girl said. Willow turned to look at her. She couldn’t have been more than twelve. She had brown hair and extremely bright yellow eyes.
“How do you know who I’m crying for?”
Ignoring her comment the girl carried on, “My name’s Arella by the way, I live in the apartments across the way with my parents.” She pointed a long finger towards an apartment building on the opposite side of the courtyard from Willow’s. “Mom told me what happened to Cade. She said you two had only been married three months.”
Willow fumbled with her gold wedding band as the girl continued, “Did you know that most cultures have deep beliefs in crows.”
“No, I wasn’t aware of that,” Willow stated.
“Yeah, most people aren’t, but crows always signify something:
One Crow Sorrow
Two Crows Joy
Three Crows a Wedding
Four Crows a Boy
Five Crows Silver
Six Crows Gold
Seven Crows a Secret
Never to be told.”
Arella recited the poem and glanced at Willow. “How many crows do you see by the fountain?”
“Seven,” Willow replied.
“Do you see any anywhere else?” Willow glanced around and noticed one lone crow on top of the fountain. She pointed him out to Arella. “Do you know why one crow stands for sorrow,” not waiting for an answer she continued. “Because when you die one crow carries your soul to heaven.”
After a few more minutes of silence, during which Willow continued to sob to herself, Arella said, “I should go home now, but don’t cry over Cade. I’m sure he’s all right now.”
The girl got up from the bench and walked past the crows. Halfway across the street to her apartment building Arella turned around and said, “By the way, he loves you Willow.”
She watched, in disbelief, the girl’s retreating back. She didn’t understand the transaction that had just passed; but then again, Willow didn’t understand much these days.
The next day, Willow was on her way home from work, when she decided to visit Arella and meet her parents, she walked across the courtyard to Arella’s apartment building. She ambled up the steps and looked at the buzzers next to the door, and noticed that there were no names beside them. She glanced through the thin windows on either side of the door and saw paint buckets along the side of the walls and stairs that looked like they were in the process of being recovered with carpet. Willow backed up and saw a sign on the door that stated, “East Olympia Apartments closed for renovation.”
Dazed, Willow retreated back through the courtyard, heading towards her own apartment building. Suddenly a rustling noise caught her attention. She turned to the fountain and saw a crow. Its feathers were glossy and its eyes were a tremendously bright yellow. Willow had never held true to superstitious believes, but as the crow followed her through the courtyard, and watched her as she walked through her door; Willow realized that some things are secrets, never meant to be told.
Arella recited the poem and glanced at Willow. “How many crows do you see by the fountain?”
“Seven,” Willow replied.
“Do you see any anywhere else?” Willow glanced around and noticed one lone crow on top of the fountain. She pointed him out to Arella. “Do you know why one crow stands for sorrow,” not waiting for an answer she continued. “Because when you die one crow carries your soul to heaven.”
After a few more minutes of silence, during which Willow continued to sob to herself, Arella said, “I should go home now, but don’t cry over Cade. I’m sure he’s all right now.”
The girl got up from the bench and walked past the crows. Halfway across the street to her apartment building Arella turned around and said, “By the way, he loves you Willow.”
She watched, in disbelief, the girl’s retreating back. She didn’t understand the transaction that had just passed; but then again, Willow didn’t understand much these days.
The next day, Willow was on her way home from work, when she decided to visit Arella and meet her parents, she walked across the courtyard to Arella’s apartment building. She ambled up the steps and looked at the buzzers next to the door, and noticed that there were no names beside them. She glanced through the thin windows on either side of the door and saw paint buckets along the side of the walls and stairs that looked like they were in the process of being recovered with carpet. Willow backed up and saw a sign on the door that stated, “East Olympia Apartments closed for renovation.”
Dazed, Willow retreated back through the courtyard, heading towards her own apartment building. Suddenly a rustling noise caught her attention. She turned to the fountain and saw a crow. Its feathers were glossy and its eyes were a tremendously bright yellow. Willow had never held true to superstitious believes, but as the crow followed her through the courtyard, and watched her as she walked through her door; Willow realized that some things are secrets, never meant to be told.
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