Nibiru Fallen And although their lives were better,
They still felt bitter,
Leaving their old world behind,
"This place just isn't right,
Doesn't feel like the way we left it,"
They would say.
Drove off into the sunset,
In their van,
Never seen by friends or family again--
Gonna solve some mysteries in this strange new land,
Unmask the monsters,
Face their demons,
But it was the same as it never was,
And it never really was their world--
Off and away to the Miskatonic University.
Ponderings 021617Not sure exactly how this is going to go, and not sure if anyone will read this. Being me, the way I am I decided to document these
As I near 1400 original pieces of art created by me, I have to say that I am continually surprised with myself.
Art has been my personal way of making the best of a bad situation. I am very limited to what I can do these days, with not much real hope of my condition improving.
Art has been my coping mechanism, in an effort to honor the many loves of my life. While my lights are by far some of my dearest, my imagination and vintage views are just as important to me.
My animation, seems to strike memories to many who see them, and they remain my hobby.
I found an amusing coincidence the other day. While shopping for lighthouse images on the internet yesterday, I ran across a light in the Philippines that called to my artistic eye. As I prepared to do the light, I realized t
Nothing ReallyThis is a blue day.
Yesterday was a good one; today's just not.
Because I seem to have those days like everybody else where I feel like a seesaw of emotions.
It's gray outside, that probably doesn't help. At all.
Friends leave advice, and I appreciate it.
It's just comes at the wrong time.
I've been told I'm 'talentless', or close to it
By someone who is as talentless as I.
Maybe I am; I don't know anymore.
It seems pointless to continue lifting my pen at this point.
If I could have painted the Sistine, there would have been no need for Michelangelo.
If I could write that best seller, I would have done so by now.
Even this drivel is destined for the nothingness of obscurity
By the thousands, millions like it.
"I'm fine"; not really.
"I'll live"; works better.
How does it sound?
It's nothing, really.
To Honor The LightTo Honor The Light
Quite a few have asked me,
and I,too ,wonder why,
I am called to honor beacons;
at least I honestly try.
If those who know me know my words,
the sea air calls to my creative mind.
For nearly twenty years, I have been occupied,
with all the tales I have seemed to find.
Many carry the romance
and an often despair the waves bring to shore.
But with the air ,the waves ,and the gulls above,
for my words there is generally one thing more.
When I think of the sea,
there's a fond memory
of a beacon out on its shoal.
She sits there alone,
with her lamp and her moan,
while, around her, the ocean waves roll.
A lighthouse offers hope;
a shining beam through a stormy night.
Guiding the ships and souls who look to her,
while facing a personal fight.
I have been so lucky
to have kind souls light my way
On a journey discovering an ability
to tell lighthouse tales in a vi
2047 A.D. Heavens Fall [EN-00] Remastered
I remember the last fall when the first leaves fell from the trees. Actually, it was like every other year but it felt very different.
The sky darkened as if a storm would rise. In hindsight, I wish there had been a thunderstorm.
However, it was an unknown spaceship which appeared in the skies.
They came down on us like a plague of locusts. First it was just a single ship, then an entire armada.
They called themselves Kukamia. A reptile-like humanoid race which constantly sought for perfection through mutation and genetic experiments.
Their greed and their hunger was surpassed only by their infinite claim to power.
They were not unknown to us. A year earlier they raided some of our outposts on other planets.
They left no survivors. Only the monitoring systems could tell us what had happened.
But I had never expected they would attack our home planet, Adora.
Their technology was decades, if not, centuries behind ours but it was almost impossible to defend our cities for a long time agai
OverwhelmedTides do rise
And mountains fall
The sun mutters lies
And the ocean calls
To drown me down
Where I am found
In raging bliss
Those bleeding jaws
To boundless halls
Of blackened strife
And sorrowed lakes
Where into night
The darkness takes
A torch to soul
A blizzard to heart
Burn me whole
Whisk me apart
I am drained
I am given
These thoughts so pained
This seething livid
What do I feel
And how do I know
When to kneel
And where to go
Break your bind
Let me be
Ease my mind
Just set me free
I plead with you
With blinding notion
Just let me through
To light and hope
To peace and sun
For once I dote
That you are done
Oh, sun which lied
I wish I knew
In my mind
It was always you
Who bestowed good
And though you could
Have set me free
I am trapped with you
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