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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.
I-Robby
Robby had been married going on eight years,
2hen his Marie demanded a divorce,
whe had been planning, lawyering up,
and instantly dragged it into the court.
Poor Robby had not seen it coming,
he thought things had been going quite well,
he could barely deal with loosing his love,
much less navigating Family Court hell.
Worst still Marie had cleaned out their accounts,
so he had to borrow from his parents,
just to afford a junior lawyer,
in truth, Robby was unable to bear it.
Being separated from his two boys,
being along with no partner if life…
What could he have done to ever have earned
the enmity of his once loving wife?
The proceedings, they just kept dragging on,
and Robby faced insurmountable bills,
then one day Marie claimed that he’d hit her,
that his temper was always set to kill?!
Robby’s family gawked in disbelief,
their boy never even been in a fight,
they all tried to say the Marie had lied,
but she played the judge’s sympathies right.
Men don’t fare well in Family Courts,
in the end Rob lost near sixty percent,
add the that alimony, child support,
and no custody of his two children.
The young men felt his world crashing on down,
but the worst of it was yet to come,
Marie’s claims made their way up to his boss,
and within weeks, Rob’s position was gone.
When he told the judge he was out of work,
and his payments would have to be changed,
she said,”I’ll have to investigate this,
many dead-beats go to lengths to not pay.”
That dragged on for several long months,
and Robby was already long broke,
one morning a cop waited on his front door,
and with a sneer, glared at Robby and spoke:
“We have got a complaint that you have not
paid up on this month’s child support.
A warrant has been issued for your arrest,
I really hate dealing with your sort!”
He tried to explain his words with the judge,
but the officer really didn’t care,
dragged into court, Rob found the same judge,
glowering down at him from her chair.
“Your wife needs those payments to survive,
nut you seem to think this is a joke,
so you’re going to spend a week in jail,
and learn an important lesson, I hope.”
As to the judge’s biased nature,
Robby no longer had any doubts,
and none there knew that when he went away,
never more would he ever come out…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Is it cool that it’s not cool? Am I making a stink with no sense of smell. Don’t tell me it’s okay to say how I feel then throw me into an emotional jail. I don’t do being locked up well. So what if I get upset. Who says only you girls are allowed to feel? If I pulled on you-what you pulled on me, something that you cared about-and acted like it was “no big deal”; how would you really feel? Don’t step in my shoes and attempt to tell me my story from your point of view. I was always there so give e a hint and double up on getting a clue just so that the cold won’t seem so cold as sometimes I feel you barely try not to do. You're probably use to the inclement weather dealing with people that think they are better and you just keep reaching for their validation, so you walked into thing "us" thing more prepared than I by putting on an extra coat or two?
Is this how it feels with the 80/20? Am I putting down the 80 just to investigate and find the 20? How would you feel if I did to you what you've done? I have your back 210% is your percentage lower or higher when it comes to me? If I watched for you to prove it what pattern would I see? What’s minuscule to you just might be larger than life for I. People depend on the direction of society and employ less smiles and ore frowns, that's what happens when we live to gain approval from anyone yet ourselves and in my opinion...the "real world" was always generic and broken down. Listen to how my “ridiculous feelings” sound, though we bypassed this step on my end but you are taller for a reason you are on step four when I decided to wait now I just a random face in a faceless crowd and I fade behind the background. No pity or pictures please, I just want to hit start and remove the pause.
Because I waited and you play games with you words but I listen and yeah sometimes I overthink, it allows me to address I’ll just allow you to laugh at me. It sucked but not for too long. I’m learning that we won’t always be on the same station and it’s okay for us the explicit realness. Do we sing different songs or different verses to the same? It’s not “wrong” it’s how we learn about each other what’s taken cannot be unsaid or undone. It’s a matter of truth, integrity, and a consistent form of respect I'm always willing to do that always for you. Question is can you-for me?
I used to be an archaeologist,
and minored in paleontology,
had a job at a college and tenure,
Dr. Bascomb was what students called me.
I specialized much in the early years,
the emergence of civilization,
in summer I’d go and oversee digs,
usually at work in foreign nations.
But the strongest dig I even went on
was right here in the good ol’ USA,
we were working in South Indiana,
the repercussions echo to this day.
They’d found something buried deep in the ground,
and it had been there for millions of years,
what shocked the world, it was made of metal,
all sorts of theories ran, all sorts of weird.
It seemed to be a bunker of some sort,
with big rooms twice as tall as they should be,
and strangers still, based on the soil depth
it had been built just before the K-T!
Who was building things in the Cretaceous?
This was the question that boggled our minds,
but this way only the beginning of
the weirdness, yes, so much more did we find.
On the walls we saw strange, claw-like markings,
in a vertical pattern that was clear,
all figured it was a form or writing,
deciphering it took us two whole years.
And when people could read what was written,
the authorities clamped down rather fast,
they threatened our jobs, all our livelihoods,
but I will speak the truth of this, at last.
You see some Dinosaurs were sentients,
born of the Deinonychus family,
the ones mistakenly called ‘raptors,’
because of that damn blockbuster movie!
Anyway, if this was all that we’d found,
we would’ve said so and it would be great,
the type of find that could make a career,
something to explore and investigate.
But the real world isn’t that simple,
amidst the claw-mark writing we’d find
how advanced these dinosaurs truly were,
that they had developed a real A.I.!
In fact the writing was only up there
because the A.I. had written the words,
to make sure the truth of things would live on
despite the hellish K-T disaster.
We thought they might have seen it coming then,
that great asteroid that slammed into Earth,
maybe they had tried to hide in this place,
Tt make sure some dinos escaped the hurt.
But things got stranger as we kept reading,
see the dinos had used biology,
instead of circuits, they used DNA,
engineered organic thinking machines...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.
How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by unnegotiated predicaments.
Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.
Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.
Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.
Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home" in every election?
Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?
What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.
Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.
In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.
I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.
Legend Of The Black Dove
(Part 4) "The Imposter"
When the dust had settled in the pit, there was a movement
As the Black Dove had fortunately fallen between the pinnacles.
However, Jack Wild was not so lucky as he impaled himself upon
One of these obelisks. The Dove took a running jump and found
Himself atop of the pit, he ran over to rescue the other
Trapped men. Fate had been kind to his friend Rex Murphy,
While the other three men were hurt and needed medical attention.
The Dove and Murphy carry out the men to the Golden Coach,
Which took them back to Southerly. The local doctor managed to
Patch them up enough to be taken back to the local jail in Dover.
It was time to return the coach, so Rex Murphy and the
Black dove started back for Dover. By that time the Black Dove was
Satisfied that he had finally tracked down the men who had
Murdered his friends. He lay down (leant against the seat-back)
In the coach for a rest. The coach was approaching Dover when
Murphy notices a group of Men by the road. He stopped to investigate.
As it turned out they Had been robbed by a masked man wearing a
purple waistcoat with a Black Dove insignia on it. He had shot and
killed two people before stealing their horses. Three passengers climb
aboard the coach. As they continue their journey to Dover. The imposter
and his five Assailants, who had been lying in wait, emerged from behind
the rocks. They where heavily armed and the leader disguised as
the Black Dove Bade Murphy and his passengers to step out of the coach.
In the Meantime the real Black Dove who was inside the coach, climbed
Out of the window, sneaked around the coach and leaped to the
Top of the rock. He picked out the Leader, then jumped off the rock
Onto the horse grabbing the imposter and sending the horse into panic.
The horse gallops off with the two men wrestling with each other.
The horse raced around the place near the swamp were the horse
Sinks into quicksand. The two Doves were also trapped in the fast
Sinking quicksand as they continue to struggle, Both finally sinking
Out of sight......
Is this the end of the Black Dove and his imposter ?
Will any one succeed in rescuing them in time ?
Find out in the next exciting part...."Adventures On The High Seas"
Posted 1st of each month.
Written: 1st April 2013
I worked 25 years for a company that taught me several valuable lessons, but one has stood far and above all other lessons learned from that company. They taught me to 'check and double-check' and always 'assume nothing'.
I once had a friend who never realized that maybe her preconceived conclusion was not only subconsciously prejudicial but also offensive to me, and whereas I could have been righteously indignant toward her, I chose not to be. She never knew because we never discussed my beliefs about the subject matter. She was an older person set in her ways, and when she spoke in such an uninformed manner, I did not want to set her straight. So both in mind and in my heart, I forgave her of her serious 'lack of understanding'.
Barack Obama was running for president, and my white friend assumed because
I was Black like Obama, I would be voting for him to be president. She assumed wrongly. She lacked understanding about the fact that there are 10% of Blacks who vote 'Republican', unlike the 90% that traditionally vote 'Democratic'. She therefore lacked the understanding of me and my beliefs. She passed on several years ago, never knowing that she offended me. I knew her to be a good person and a personal friend with no offense intended. If I chose to correct every person that offended me, I would be overly busy.
I tell this story because it is very relevant to the times we are presently experiencing. These times are not new, but they continue to surface because we never solve them. At best, we conversate but seldom communicate. We investigate and facilitate, but we fall short of compensating with justice. I learned more from listening to my friend's discourse than I ever could have by correcting, arguing, or debating with her.
I've learned that we humans serve up more division and bigotry when we fail to listen. My friend falsely assumed that I was in a certain group and therefore thought the same. Racial injustice is nothing new, but there are times when egregiousness becomes a tipping point, a neon sign that compels and forces the world to take notice and act.
061220PS
Legend Of The Black Dove
(Part 10) "The Unknown World "
After leaving Monterey by ship, the Columbia encounters a strange storm
accompanied by a heavy mist that creates a voyage through time to another
place. The captain discovers they are in Dover harbour but everything
seems different, Norrington, Jenkins, Captain Owens, and first officer Hill
investigate the huge ship named 'Albatross', which is moored in the port.
The huge ship's bridge is full of weird levers and instrumentation, Owens
notices a placard on the ship's wheel stating ''The Albatross built at Newcastle
in 1929", also a calendar dated 1930, and it all starts to make sense, including
the weird mist that transported them through time from 1750 to the year 1930.
Captain Owens realises that the freak storm may possibly return and if they were
lucky enough it may take them back to their normal timeline. He suggests
they should all return to the Columbia. They are about to leave when the watch
crew comes back. They are heavily armed with rifles and a machine gun. The
Captain of the Albatross tells them: "Halt! Hands up!" and their men search
them for concealed weapons. They are later taken on deck. While the two
captain's hold a discussion Owens tells Captain Ryder that they are here by accident
not design as a strange wind brought them from 1750 to 1930. He could not
understand why this happened but they seem now stranded here. The only
chance of returning is to try to reconnect with the wind taking us back to our
own time, and things will once again be normal. While they are talking they
see in the distance that the storm is returning, and Ryder agrees to help them
but they need to be quick, as the storm is approaching the Columbia very fast.
Ryder tells his crew to release the men and start the ship's engines. Within a
few minutes the Albatross reaches the Columbia. The storm is now upon them.
As Captain Owens man's the ship's wheel, they set sail towards the storm whereas
the Albatross flees the scene. Seconds later the Columbia is engulfed in fog. It is
happening again, the speed becomes faster and faster, the ship begins to shake
and buffet, and then starts to slow down again.
Continued.....10B
Written: 11th August 2013
Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’
Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather
Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression
Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration
Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction
Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds
Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar
Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation
Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition
Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust
Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then
Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race
Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil
July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
It was a dark winter night.
The fireflies were getting ready to come out.
The fairies were already sound asleep in their homes,
Except for Cinthya, the fairy princess.
It wasn't often that she was awake that late,
But this was a special night.
It was the night that the moon was covered by the clouds,
So that all the squirrels and all the birds wouldn't dare to come out.
It was also the only time you could see the Shroom Spirit,
A wise old being who is said to have all the answers to every question,
Or so the fairies said.
Cinthya quietly put on her coat and boots,
Making sure not to disturb anyone.
She grabbed a flashlight, just in case.
She made her way through the garden and arrived at the city limits.
She took one look back and kept going.
Cinthya went on for half the night, not keeping track of time.
After a long distance, she arrived at what looked like an old dwelling place.
She took out her flashlight and began to look around.
The place looked empty.
Only vines and trees lived there.
She looked ahead in the distance and saw a bluish-green smoke.
She turned off her flashlight and went further to investigate.
The closer she got, the louder her breathing became,
Until she felt like she was about to go insane.
One more step and there it was in all it's glory.
Cinthya began to speak, "Hello?" she said.
The shroom spirit came out of the smoke and looked right at her.
"Yes?" he said.
"Are you the shroom spirit everybody's talking about?" she asked dumbfound.
"Yes I am." he replied.
"Is it also true that you have the answers to all my questions?" she asked.
"It depends on what your question may be;" he said, "Ask and you shall know."
"I want to know who you are," said Cinthya.
"I am the Shroom Spirit," he replied.
Cinthya thought for a moment,
"Yes I know that, but why are you here?" she asked annoyed.
"I am here because I am," he replied.
Cinthya became very frustrated with his answers,
And began to turn away.
The shroom spirit vanished in a bluish green smoke and when Cinthya looked back,
He was gone.
The journey wasn't exactly what Cinthya was expecting,
But more like a twisted fairy tale.
Cinthya was ready to go back home,
And so she did.
THE END