Battle of Good and Evil

A poem close to my heart. Written based upon my experience in attempted suicide, that, thankfully, was stopped by the Good Lord. Hope you enjoy and take in the meaning behind the words. 

Battle of Good and Evil

In these times my heart sinks, my mind is filled with dread

Sorrow clouds all my thoughts; my lips can no longer smile

Tears pour down my anguished face as I see the pain of others

My gut is filled with knots and turns from my terrible angst

Trembling I hit the cold ground, weak from desperate sorrow

My feet and legs have lost all will to hold my heavy weight

Hands that no longer hold or grasp; arms that no longer lift

Helplessness fills my very being, unable to give aide

Screams fill my aching ears, my eardrums threatening to burst

Blood encompasses my nostrils, burning itself into my brain

Bitterness lights itself on my tongue, torturing my taste buds

Sourness rapes my mind, forcing its way into my memory

All hope seems lost, faith ebbs, disappearing like smoke

Darkness encompasses the very existence of humanity

Storm clouds fill the sky, swirling in bitter angry circles

The wind whips furiously, dust tears harshly at my face

Death is immanent, roaring like a black train in the night

But wait, all hope may not be lost, some may yet remain

Light bursts through the darkness, piercing the cloud’s heart

Thunder is silenced and lightning out shone by the sunlight

Cutting wind is calmed, replaced with a peaceful silence

The sourness in my memory, overthrown with joyful throngs

The bitterness on my tongue turns to a beautiful sweetness

Scents of flowers creeps into my nostrils, replacing the blood

Joyful cries burst through the screams, ears leaping for joy

Strength comes to my limbs as I push to my feet again

Hands grabbing my sword, arms lifting them high in the air

My gut now untangles its knots, jumping back to life again

Tears of joy rain down my face, glittering in the sun’s rays

A smile breaks my solemn lips, my heart pumping excitedly

We have been freed from our dreadful, painful sorrows

Hope is restored; victory is within our straining grasps

Victory means survival, survival is to live another day

To live another day, is to laugh in the face of immanent death



Thanks for reading. Hope this poem can mean as much to you all as it means to me. As always let me know your thoughts in the comments and feel free to share, just give credit where credit is due. 

New Website

Got a new website for a combined space for my writing of novels and poems, as well as all of my photography. Looking forward to having everyone check it out and give my their thoughts.
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Hoping this will be a convenient way for everyone to find my posts. And maybe buy a few pieces, as well as getting information they may need.

Babbling On Poem

A fun poem entry today for those starting summer holidays. And those with children complaining of boredom. The cure? Get them writing, reading, or heading outdoors!

Babbling On

What to do? What to write?

I want to write so bad it hurts

My head says yes, my hand agrees

My brain is overused and stressed

Losing interest, unfocused

The words just will not come

From my tired and overheated mind

My heart won’t guide my pen

For it is to preoccupied with love

How can I write

In such a state as this?

Guess I’ll just write nothing

Cause nothing’s coming to mind

You simply can’t write what isn’t there

I think I’ll just go to sleep

Cause I’m feeling

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Thanks for reading. Hope you all enjoy your summer holidays. Remember I don't mind you sharing, just give credit where credit is due!

Beautiful Love

Beautiful Love

Your beauty, your beauty, where to start?

You are like a beautiful sweet-smelling flower

One glance and I think I am in heaven

One look and I think I’ve seen an angel

Two looks and I know it must be true

We talk and all my troubles fade away

Our eyes meet and my heart races

You smile and I know I must be in love

We hug and I can’t stop thinking of forever

You say I love you and my world spins

If this is love, never let it stop

If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up

My head says dream on, but my heart says it’s real

Either way, I don’t care, as long as you are with me

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments, and share this. Just make sure you give credit where credit is due. 

Avalanche

Happy Canada Day post! What's more Canadian than snowy winters? Here is a short poem as a cool down for the summer heat. Enjoy!

Avalanche

An innocent looking hill

Turns deadly in one quick second

A heart-stopping rumble

An earth-shattering roar

The sound of death is heard

As the snow turns into a flash flood

Racing towards unsuspecting skiers

Looking up in horror, too late

Blinded, falling victim to the beast

The roaring lion

Has already eaten its prey

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think in the comments or by sharing this!

Remember if using this poem, give credit where credit is due!

Ages of Love

A much brighter and more cheerful poem for today's entry. Hope you will all enjoy reading.

Ages of Love

To dream the dreams of a thousand years and fall in love as many have before me

The same story playing out time and time again, each time with a new twist

Each time the love is the same, yet each time the love is so very different

The love I feel, is the same love felt thousands of years before I discovered love

The same as that love the wandering nomad felt when in search of a mate

The same love desired by the noble knight, fighting for the appreciation of a fair lady

As the sailor, sailing home to see his fair maiden; who is awaiting his return

As the soldier, fighting to protect his wife and children from harms dreadful grasp

Love has connected all these ages, though thousands of years have gone by

As love has connected so many hearts, though the hearts are miles apart

Love strikes at the heart and soul of the world, knocking down all defenses

An unstoppable force that no one, nor anything can protect against or destroy

But something so beautiful and so divine as love, should not be obstructed

The look in their eyes, the smile on their faces, the tender touch of a loving hand

The passionate kiss and the delicate, loving embrace of protecting arms

What better dream can anyone hope for, then to dream of an unconditional love?

For thousands of years love has been dreamed of, by every heart and soul

Some find it; some do not, but those who do…                

               

                                                                  Set the stage for another thousand years

Thank you for reading! Hope it was to your liking. Let me know in the comments below. 

A Song for My Love

Most of my readers know by now that I am an author and photographer. Many will even know that I have been married to my high school sweetheart for over 11 years now. Little known fact though, is that I have been writing since I was 7 or 8. Back then it was stories. In high school I continued to write stories and began writing the book Kids on a Case: The Case of the Ten Grand Kidnapping, which I published while in college. In high school I began writing poetry, mostly out of boredom during class, as writing helped me focus. This is how I helped swoon the love of my life. The following poem is one of those written for her. I plan to compile these poems into a book that has been copyrighted and will be published at some point in the near future, so keep your eye out for that! I will be posting samples of the Copyrighted poems on my blog over the coming weeks, and I hope that you enjoy. Some are fun/silly, some are about love, some are about faith/hope, some are about struggles/dark times. I would encourage you to read these poems out loud, as that is how poems are meant to be enjoyed. So go ahead, find your serenity space, read it out loud, let the words surge through your veins. 

A Song for My Love

Where to go? What to do?

I feel so lost and so confused

I’ve never felt this way before

I’ve got butterflies and feel so dizzy

I should tell you how I feel

But when you’re around

I feel so short of breath

So torn up inside

The words I just can’t find

So let me tell you now

How I feel inside

For you need to know

When you’re not around

I just want to cry

For my heart aches so bad

I wish you’d never leave

So I could see your pretty face

And look into your lovely eyes

I wish I could tell you I love you

From the depths of my heart

That I’ll cherish you forever

Long into eternity

But the words evade my mouth

And for that my heart breaks

You deserve to hear those words

The words I love you

I want you, I need you

Without you I would fade away

I wish I could find the words

To tell you how I feel

My lovely sunshine

My beautiful rose

I hope this is enough

To make you see

Just how I feel

I love you

Thanks for reading! I look forward to your comments!

Book Review- Patrick deWitt- The Sisters Brothers

Patrick deWitt- The Sisters Brothers 1 Star

Charles and Eli Sisters are killers for hire working for a man called the Commodore. The Commodore has sent them after a man named Hermann Warm. He claims that Warm has stolen something from him, but really he intends for them to steal something from Warm. Getting Warm though, might not be so easy. It is a long trip from Oregon to Sacramento. Eli must try to keep his brother’s thirst for killing under control and yet stay alive as they travel many miles to complete their job.

I kind of liked the way this book started and I was settling in for a great western read with rave reviews and many awards. I did become bored pretty quickly though. The main plot I felt was lost with rabbit trails that dragged your attention away from what it was leading towards. I know the author was trying to develop a conflict of self within the character, but in the end it made me lose my focus. I also found the main characters to be quite dislikeable throughout the whole book, which made it hard to enjoy. That is not to say that the characters were not well done as the mains were very well crafted, the other characters though I felt were lacking. The ending of the book was the best part; it was a suiting way to conclude the events. I disliked how the author also kept talking about everyone’s “organs” and especially hated the part where the main character is checking a bruise on his leg and figures that that is an opportune time to “compromise himself”, this was most unnecessary. Overall I would not recommend this book to anyone, and I find myself questioning why it won/was nominated for so many awards.

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Tony Peters

Kids on a Case: The Case of the Ten Grand Kidnapping

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