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The Last nine Angels Chapter1 (String along)

Posted on January 19, 2011 at 11:35 PM Comments comments (0)

As the night fell upon the day, a red moon appeared in the west that seemed to burn hotter than the sun itself. I know this because I witnessed it first hand. My name is Elijah and as I sat at my computer that night, warmth came over me that was unusual to say the least. I got up, walked over to the window, and looked out to see what was causing such a heat wave at night especially seeing that my air conditioning was doing fine before this event took place.

I looked up into the sky and ...

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"Downed" Chapter1 (You are invited to String Along)

Posted on January 13, 2011 at 12:20 AM Comments comments (0)

I can hardly breathe, there is no room here in this total insanity.

THE DARKNESS IS SOFFOCATING AND THE CRIES OF DESPAIR

FILL THE AIR. Time has come to a screeching halt and the smell of death haunts every living creature that remains.

 

I hear others praying in the distance while others simply scream in agony. There are those who are trapped and others who are too injured to help themselves. I seem to be literally uninjured, except for a terrible hea...

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Benny

Posted on September 22, 2010 at 10:48 PM Comments comments (4)

Benny was a fragile fool that could be easily hurt by the occasional innocent comment by his co- workers, so at the job he was shunned most of the time. Benny also was one of the smartest techs in the whole company. Ameritech Industries was a Robotics Company that made parts for Robots and other Robotic machines. Benny was the head Technician but he also was the master builder of Quality Robots, which made him seem sort of a recluse. Benny had a secret that no-one in the Company knew or could...

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MEMORIES

Posted on August 24, 2010 at 12:06 AM Comments comments (1)

A Haiku/Hokku style epigrammatic poem for the muse & the inspiration in us:

 

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Table, placemat, and a plate ... Still, I serve your memories every day.

 

..."

 

 

From my book "Defining Moments of Poetry," published in 2006.

 

 

 

A note about this poem:

Mymother laid a plate for my dad on the table every day, even after hewas [long] gone. She said: “This...

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Finding out

Posted on June 10, 2010 at 2:51 PM Comments comments (3)

  The story isn't done but I just wanted to post a little blurb.


   The stony path leading down toward my bungalow is dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the canopy above. A coconut falls in the canopy, crashes through layers of dense monkey tail ferns, and abundant other flora, onto a bungalow nearby with suchenormous force that it sounds as if a gunshot has been fired. I pause for a moment and glance up into the darkened forest but see only ou...

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