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...He walked up and kissed her head so softly,
then said, “Good news, I’m off for the next few weeks.”
She said, “Mmm…and I’m betting that you’re are
thinking of all that you will do to me.”
He smirked, and said,”Well it has crossed my mind.”
She said, “I must work, but we will make the time…”
And they did enjoy that time together,
they went to dinner, took walks, and made love,
Cormack so enjoyed these little reprieves
from his chosen life, so brutal and rough.
Some days he thought it very hard to beat
lazing on the couch and rubbing her feet.
But good times are good because they can’t last,
eventually a new call did come in,
he told Christie he had to go away
for a sales trip, he shared no details grim.
She said, “It’s fine, I must travel as well,
to visit my brother, who’s going through hell.”
They said their goodbyes, Cormack went to work,
the patriarch’s gave him a new target,
a serial killer near Topeka,
“We’re not sure, but we think he’s a good bet.”
They told him as they slipped him a file,
he frowned, thinking this might take a while.
The drive took two days, but Cormack got there,
in a rented house he set up his gear,
see Nephilim left some strange energy
at any location where they appeared.
An electric charge from their angel kin,
unique to their kind, so Cormack did begin.
This was the boring part of the hunting,
walking the streets with a heavy backpack,
inside a device reading the energy,
hoping to pick up residual tracks.
He started near the sites of the fell crimes,
traces of a Nephilim he soon did find.
For days he looked for patterns in the readings,
using the data to triangulate,
narrowed it down to a three block circle,
armed himself and went to investigate.
The device went wild as he drew near,
he wondered if two Nephilim were here.
He heard a commotion from a warehouse,
not uncommon in a bad part of town,
he heard an angel voice and painful moan,
and knew something awful was going down.
He slipped inside and heard a voice proclaim,
“When the hunter shows up, you’ll get the blame!”
Cormack stepped out and lifted his pistol,
he said, “Or I’ll just kill you both here and now.”
The bigger man jolted as he appeared,
then his eyes glowed, and he bellowed out loud.
He then then himself into a mad charge,
but Cormack’s gun spoke before he got far...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
Covered Dishes
1
The password is… password, shhh...
Try to remember if possible,
this sure-fire way of getting through the door;
Entering indeed, as with all lithesome ladies,
and their dithering dogs, after
entreating the big dude at the entrance gate,
with licorice sticks and cauliflower juice on ice,
and leaning over long enough to show off the planets,
those spinning orbs of a mathematical universe,
now turning madly and centrifugally, sucking
out the eyes of the pleading fools,
dressed in rage, and wont to feel the ancient eclipses,
those silent but grunting interludes unseen,
all dressed in satin boredom, all flummoxed
as with clowns, dressed in neon failure,
who now offer smiles and winking winces,
to the sad-eyed pedestrians, and
the red-lipped ladies with the wide-brimmed hats,
out to tease with nylon exposures,
around the bleakly lighted doorways
to dark entrances, without eyes to feel.
You were sitting there with legs crossed,
a cocktail dangling from your frozen fingertips,
like a fainted ballerina in the splitting moonlight.
In front of you, on the table, covered dishes
covered tureens, with surprise taste delights simmering,
shouting out in mute languages of the multitudes:
What is under the lid of this blue dish?
What is beneath the cover of this steaming tureen?
I turned to see other dishes and other culinary settings,
and instead, I saw you among the bon bons
and the flaming surrendering soufflé.
You wore that same translucent skirt with
the lightning stripes and the chiffon protestations,
and as you rose from your chair with howling legs,
there was no hell and brimstone in what I saw.
Then as with a silent hungry leopard,
setting exotic eyes on my stilled soul and quivering body,
you took my hand into yours, as easily as one might,
and with straight-staring certitude, we politely exited
from this quiet pedestrian grille,
this obscure café under the yawning stars,
hidden behind festooning flowers,
draped on hungry trellises,
for the hopelessly outraged.
She, meaning that of something of nature.
Something born pure of wonders and such beauty.
Autumn, the time of year when all tree’s bloom that of color and love.
When the leaves fall to the ground to which it lye’s.
To there to which was thought of love from far.
As it was there my heart laid in thought.
As the wind blows through this cool autumn day.
As this day we have crossed in life.
But this day have I seen Autumn’s Beauty she portrays.
It’s there deep in soul I want to touch her.
As I think what it would be like for our lips to touch in such a passion.
In a manor of discrete and commitment.
To feel the true love to which autumn has inspired the sky’s to frost air.
To feel the warm, soothing breeze; she enhances my soul.
As I lye here in the leaves in the center of the woods.
I stare at the clouds rolling through the tree tops.
You know its beauty that enlightens the air.
As I sat and gaze at the mountains and curves she portrays.
To watch her move across the floor heaven has laid.
Captures my heart in many ways.
As the beauty of autumn is an inspiration to me everyday.
I know it’s something pure; God has put in my life this day.
I know I would be blessed that of an angel of heavens best.
As autumn I think of this day.
That just to have her love would be like that of a snow fall cover.
As nature was very kind with the scenery of the landscape.
As I would love her in many ways a snow flake would melt.
That the snow Tip Mountains wouldn’t be that of a cold snow drift lay.
But everyday would be a warm Beauty of Autumn love at blaze.
..He just nodded, and motioned her to start,
she said,”First thing you have to tell me
is how do I know there's no aliens germs
that will give me some whacked-out disease?”
He said,”I have been here for eight whole years
and no sickness has come of me yet,
nor have I suffered from any of yours,
so I'm thinking it is a safe bet.”
She said,”We've already slept together,
is there some hybrid child on it's way?”
He said,”No, you are too different
to meld with my species' core DNA.”
Jenna said,”Well that solves one big concern,
but it raises up another one still,
I have always wanted a big family,
but if I stay here then I never will.”
He just smiled,”That will not be the case,
adoption is mankind's greatest creation,
after all you took in this refugee,
you want kids? We'll adopt a whole nation!”
She was surprised by his exuberance,
and smiled, but motioned him to calm,
“There's one more thing that has worried me,
it has been bothering me all along.
“How do I know you are telling the truth,
that this isn't some type of charade,
that I won't look up and see ships above
killing us all in a fiery rain?”
He said,”You think I am some sort of spy?
I assure you, that is not how things are,
my people don't know this world exists,
only I have ever wandered this far.”
Finally she look him straight in the eyes,
said,”And what if you take your ship and leave?”
He grinned,”I sank my ship in the ocean,
so I'm afraid I'm here permanently.”
She released a breath she had been holding
for going on two torturous months,
she laughed,”I once asked God for a cowboy,
he has a funny way of sending one...”
He laughed and said,”That you'll always have,
but if you'll excuse me, I have to go,
the boys just slack off if I'm not out there.”
She smiled, said,”I will see you at home.
She watched him chase after the cowboys,
brought to life by the thrill of the ride,
crossed time and space just be a rancher...
Jenna chuckled, and made her way inside.
"Give me my flowers while I'm here...
Don't wait till I'm gone ... It will be too late".
King Jamma
You've come a long way ...
For I've seen your up's and downs
The merry go round of fights and tears ...
Your doubts and fears
And yet,
This was your daily norm of everyday setbacks
And after all of that,
You still made a way to see another day.
And
from now till then ... you've paid your dues.
With your blood, sweat, and tears ...
all bottled up for years
Who knew?
With
the stroke of your ink and the pen
you'd use
your experiences as a tool and your muse.
And for that ...
I support, approve, and salute you.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS"...
For you are the pillar of excellence ...
A person that strives for the best
as this is true ...
Cause you've stood against the test of time ...
And
no matter the situation,
you held on ... and passed the test ...
Man ... I'm so proud of you.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS"...
For
Each and every day of the hour ... I saw your determination, and it was
always motivated through deep love and respect
described as Adoration...
and driven by and through God's gift and power.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS" ...
For our hearts are one and never crossed ...
I commend and extend my hand to the man ...
Who ran through the rain of fire
Even wars ...
And
not once did you ever bow down to the possibility of life's tricks and loss ...
You have my respect.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS"
And lastly ...
Always keep in mind ...
That your love and faith is the driving force
to the place that I call home.
I live through your heart Bro ...
And I love you ... Peace.
Angelo Lyons
A.K.A
Tony Rome.
"I give you your flowers"
The End ...
I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS
PATHS THAT CROSS
After crossing paths with a parent of two of my former students
it instantly occurred to me…
how our paths that once crossed everyday…now cross infrequently
I immediately remembered her smile and how her family always found a way
to make my life a little brighter…when our paths crossed every day
And it made me wonder:
Is it possible the people we meet in life are part of our destiny
that our paths don’t cross by accident…but our meetings are meant to be?
Is it possible from each person…certain wisdoms will emerge…
that promise to reshape us…when our destinies converge?
Is it possible we are like two rays of light with intersecting beams
two independent rivers crossing in midstream?
That at the point we cross…the moment our two paths are combined
We capture part of who they are…and leave some of who we are behind?
So when our paths divide…what we had together is not lost…
and we have been forever changed…once our paths have crossed?
Seeing her immediately set a host of memories in me free
Allowing me to look back in time at the person I used to be.
Reminding me of all I gained in the short time our two paths merged…
for this in one of the blessings when destinies converge.
I am thankful our paths crossed…
thankful it was our destiny
I only hope I influenced her family
as much as they did me.
You Look Like Love To Me
I've been to state and county fairs
I've crossed the great divide.
I swam across Niagra Falls
to reach the other side.
I knocked a ball out of the park
I hit a hole in one.
I swore that I would do it all
before my life was done.
I jumped from a plane so high
and fell through hoops on fire.
They all thought I lost my mind
I kept yelling take me higher.
But it stopped me in my tracks
I can't believe just what I see!
I looked into your big blue eyes
and you look like love to me.
I wrestled with a grizzly bear
a crocodile and a snake.
Just when it started getting fun
they all took a break.
I climbed a big ole mountain once
that's known for being steep.
Just to make things interesting
I did it in my sleep.
I deep sea dived the ocean
long after it got dark.
The boat they left without me
so I rode back on a shark.
I made ten million tooth picks
I carved out of a tree.
And I just can't believe my eyes
cause you look like love to me.
Edwin C Hofert
~Alien Abduction~
Lying on the sun warmed grass
Breaths mingling, hearts as one
Condensation clouds painting pictures that make us laugh
The change is sudden and not such fun
A swirling opens in the sky
A force beyond comprehension
Lifted from the grass, from my lips escapes a cry
Nothing we can do- there is no prevention.
Elbows bang, knees are skinned
Fear takes a hold on us
Sucked up in the air and pinned
Far to scared to cuss.
We are prodded we are poked
Looked at inside and out
I think that we are being choked
I pray that we pass out.
The floor opens a smoked glass room
Swirling down, is that the moon?
A voice ominous deep with gloom
Is this the end is this our doom?
“Be gone you are a waste, consider yourselves tossed
We have nothing more from you to learn
Even though a galaxy we have crossed.”
“You can teach us nought
You are nothing but flesh and bone
We seek those that we know can be taught
You are the dross, across a universe we have flown.”
“Go back to counting grass
That is what you are fit for
We will leave this earthly mass
You are not worth our time in war.”
“We want a people to command for them to make us their kings
Not spending time making love, not thinking of anything…
We are warriors of the galaxy we crossed your milky way
But you are worse than dust to us and we won’t be back another day.”
©~GG~ 26/07/2012
When you are
an agonizing
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze,
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents,
where ceramic
rhymes slumber in
watercolor coffins
with opaque metaphors,
weaving hoaxed
hymns of the nascent
heavens within these
mortal hues.
I'm a bronze brushstroke
of origami colours,
pinned to the weary
wall as the state
of forsaken art,
splattered in acrylic-
resembling sombre
diamonds that
knit ebony pixels
of my onyx heart,
scattered across the
blistered brims,
framed from
fate crossed palms;
doused in poisoned
henna depicted
in dismay, to portray
the painting of despair
within my splitting mind.
Isn't the monochromatic
shade of an aesthetic
mural a clementine
symmetry, where ruby psalms
stained with black peonies,
bleed thistle-ribboned
tales from an orchid's silence?
Not every artist
can mold
peace from a
pastel palette
filled with poignant
petals engrossed
in purple pain,
but poetic fingers
can sculpt an evergreen
masterpiece through
crisp flakes of
tumbling torment,
carried through
arctic mists.
But is there a
teal-azure texture
to create a
timeless tapestry
interlaced with
lavender musings?
As melancholy soars
beyond roseate realms
like a moon-winged butterfly,
fluttering across
cantaloupe sunsets,
etching heartbeats of
hope in harp's periwinkle pigments,
when twinkling jewels
lose their shine,
leaving tales untold
to waltz with
forlorn silhouettes-
dwelling in a gallery of grief.
For, in the calligraphic
corners of chaos,
I’ve found healing,
between ethereal pages
within a cathartic labyrinth.
We move in freedom, we move in mind, Nothing to slow us, our thoughts are pure. We travel from here going to there, with nothing to bind, our thoughts are pure. Some time ago, as the vastness was, never ending, never ending where I was, and we searched for freedom, which surely is. My travel friends and the ones I love moved freely searching ever searching. We moved in and with the light and avoided, the darkness as it weighed heavy on our search for freedom. We were coming, my travel friends and I; we were going, my friends and I searching ever searching as we raced through the unknown. We searched for goodness as we thought it would be, we searched for freedom my friends and me, we ran from the darkness it was not to be. Like a rope or glue binding us there, breaking free was hard and told impossible. Having faith my friends and me, we moved forward and crossed the vastness never ending never ending. Chased by darkness to renew its hold, chased by darkness cold ever so cold, chased by darkness through the vastness never ending, light, light, light is our friend. Soon we found our freedom, soon we found our light but darkness was always nearby. We took the form, as it is here; we took the form and were pleased. Here you replenish although with an end but your spirit goes forward never ending, never ending. As my travel friends and I were born of thought, here to be born is different and we are happy and content. We found our freedom as guided by the light and we are happy and content.