Just a little poetry. Call it what you want. Title suggestions???

I find solace in myself amidst the war outside… My troubles are close and my dreams await in peace outside of my grasp…

Solitude and confinement eases the mind and tempts the heart

Jovial accords instill ignorance to my reality

Live in the moment or die in the abyss, two halves of a circle twisted

Infinity now, live in the abyss and die in the moment

That’s more like it, that’s more like it, now it makes sense

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Universe: Singularity

“Do you think we will by chance be where he is?”

“Doubt it.”

“How many will die amongst us?”

Just in one was necessary to get them off of the sun. They knew it couldn’t be done without a collective, two people required to end their solar prison. They could die and destabilize their bodies to warp them out of time and space; a black hole. They called it, singularity for multiple reasons. It’s never been done more than once, and when it was done they ended up on the sun. Could they do it and end up the sun was the real question, there was some calculation for this, an incomplete equation that would get them within a few parsecs from earth.

“Alfus, we come to take the earth.”

On the space station an indefinite quiescence lingered around the home of the people who called themselves “human.” In a conference among those of old, (certainly not older than Alfus) they were of emotion who chose to, instead live to converse about the peculiar situation.

“So? We aren’t crying… but they are silent! Who do they know how to know that they don’t know what to feel?”

“Are they not perfect? The perfect “does not compute” act of loss has infinite possibilities.”

” I agree, the thrill of life has two answers. That fall on the realm of likes and dislikes. But, death!? Has the 4; like, dislike, regret and ignorance.”

“Are they melding? Is it a salad of emotion or a soup of emotion?”

They talked about the sentiments that befell the station. In truth Alfus always when he was ready murdered a select few when he was frustrated. They new he was weakened once he did with the precautions he had in place. If he wasn’t specially caged, it would have been effortless. They sent him down to their champion who would weaken him further for blood, to try to extract ethereal. They had one drop and since then, he had been careful. The conference of elders, if they had to be titled, glorified the droplet. They were linked together in goal, much like the “eternals” were in mind. They eagerly awaited for their champion to wear down an already weakened Alfus, for more blood. They watched Alfus fight the champion and eventually he won.

Then they realized, “Is he getting stronger?”

“CHECK THE SUN!”

They scanned the sun and there they a ball of blue. The scanner acknowledged the area of lowered temperature and preceded to check with their oracle, for a visual. A solar flare blasted a few hundred miles out into space and then they saw a a large piece of the sun, collapse.

“Buh-lak Hol,” the elder said.

The brief moment on the sun un-coursed the station a few degrees off of its rotation. Even the earth’s floating pieces noticeably shifted. The sun destabilized for a few moments before replacing what it lost with a giant flare.

“Their gone… the oracle can’t find them.”

“How many?”

“6”

“How?”

The age old question. One time in history the ninth eternal had created the cracked earth Alfus is now fought on. They remembered. The orcale alarmed and repeatedly announced for the rooms purpose, “WARNING, 6 objects detected one light year away from station.” It could be them. It had to be them.

The youngest elder suddenly detached himself from the ideal. In great fashion, he runs for the ethereal that was in the middle of the room. Drank the drop. The room was in silence and then because they had their human element in tact, they knew what was imminent once they saw his eyes glow. They too died. He called in the futuristic PA, battle stations everyone.

He walked some more steps and he felt it. The surge of everything. Anything that could be felt could be touched could be understood. And then he heard them.

“Hello.”

Universe: Gravitas

“So, you want us to still keep him here? After he killed nine more of children?” The councilman flicked through the photos of the children bathed in blood in their space attire. He wasn’t angry, for he too was considered a human who has forgotten the trivialities of emotion. Yes that carnal or animalistic phenomena; why would it be called that, phenomena? The council members on the space colony looked on in quiescence.

Somewhere on the sun, one of them spoke,”remember that time we removed peoples brains for science?”

“Of course, we now remove the human component socially. Who knew that we clouded our minds with needless things like politics and fun. I could roll my eyes right now if they were here.”

“All the more reason why we were chosen by chaos and anomaly. We were able to keep being human despite the caveats that were present. They practically went crazy and died on their own accord.”

“Ha, you speak as if we did something great. All we did was become more greedy as we have always been, never willing to make sacrifices, but takes sacrifices nonetheless. Yeah, sure they gave up their emotions for increased brain power and technology, some may say they surpassed robots. They don’t even need upgrades or artificial life altering trinkets to keep the heart ticking…”

“How long did Alfus last say they could live for?”

“175 years as of 60 years ago or so…”

“Yes, average being 140.977482957820”

“And we live forever, cursed for wanting it all. Them, blessed for casting away the things that made us once selfish. They are smarter.”

Back on the spaceship, they being the powers that be, they, the order that had fluidity and dreamt of having one mind, their security happened to be those that had the powers of what they had called ethereal. The weren’t totally immune to Alfus oddity of power, where he could control weaker minds and kill with the blink of his eye. They could only bear it exuding minuscule twitches here and there. As Alfus was escorted towards the pod destined for Earth, he never fought back like he usually did. It was boring and creepy to him. No matter how much pain he inflicted they never groaned, cried or shed a splint of emotional intelligence. It frankly grossed him out to know they were still bled and broke like he did.

As he thought this, he was placed in the all glass pod, he then realized it. “Well shit.”

The persons on the sun heard the realization. “Aww. This is surreal, maybe we are better.”

“Alfus is heading to earth. Shall we meet him? Ride the solar flare we will. The last bit of pain we will endure, we must rectify our species.”

On earth Alfus landed on the shattered planet that managed to keep itself green. Its atmosphere kept itself intact after a mini-supernova beamed itself through the earths core. Somewhere around to what earth’s inhabitants called itself in a state of nirvana or golden age that happened. Alfus landed in the shattered area and found the anti-thesis to himself. The leader of the intellectually inclined dead carcasses that dared to call themselves humans. Gender wasn’t a thing so from his perspective, he heard “it” spoke, “so how shall we mutilate each other this century?”

Alfus responded, “this time let us get physical.” His eyes grew intensely blue like a sapphire and he lunged forward with his fist cocked back towards “it”.

Post 6. Night Undeclared.

         Imagine this, absent spherical illuminescence.

      The night filled with stars but, none to look up to.

                                    Your nights sub par.

So, what do you, with the ruler of the night gone?

The who quietly reigns in partiality.

The one that when fully visible in the publics eye, 

they wish there was no sun.

At that moment, they want me to stay a little longer…

Just an extended stay, before the bright ray…

Peaks over the horizon to stay.

The 39th Drop? What is.

The 39th fall wasn’t something that was, for me at least, something I attempted or determined to do. In the bible, it says a man falls seven times, along with other religions or religious books, that forgiveness whether by a man or a deity is unconditional until ultimate serenity is reached. What determines a fall? Does it mean that at one point before being “upright,” a decision that was out of my control led me to leave my internal peace? External peace? Who determines what is right or wrong? Is it our innate morals of guilt that we are born with guide is to a life that is “morally” correct? If we were born and became able to move with no knowledge of anything and it rained, “instincts” supposedly tells us to seek shelter. If the same situations is applied to meeting another person we would do one of three things as per our instincts; try to communicate, attack or flee. Is there an internal instinct that helps us determine that we fell? How do we determine that it  is genuine without our environment? This is just me typing a thought, an idea. If a man or woman doesn’t feel he or she is wrong, are they still wrong? If the world is reality then how can the world be as we percieve it to be? Reality by defenition is universal. Perception is not. Are we imposing upon our freedom of perception to force a farce of a reality on others causing them to fall? The 39th drop is just a moment of my mind to make peace of itself. I am not happy about certain things in my life from what I have done or currently did do, but by my standards. It is an intermingling mix of ideas, wisdom and knowledge that allow me based on who I am that determines that I fell today or yesterday at that point of my life. It is quite impossible to blank slate anyone but, if we blank slated myself, could I still say at being a basic human without interaction of another person to say that I fell at this point? The 39th drop, is not a fall but, maybe a stock chart. It is still going, with constant dips but, also with constant acensions. As the thought process about what a fall is can be critiqued so can an ascension. This maybe nonsense, or a nerd storm, but what is life without a person wanting to converse about it?

-Omnibus Writing-

32nd about a book called…

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Followers, passer-byers and WordPress! How are you on this Monday? I mentioned in the last post, I would be doing my first book review in my next post. Well lets do it! Without further ado I introduce to you war/SONG: Hymnal I by Miss Vanessa Gravenstein. (Please note I have not done a book review before) Hymnal I is the first installment of the war/SONG series. It starts out dark whilst dropping you into the middle of a scene of suspense and action with Drew Sunisiard who is the lead protagonist and a very powerful magi of fire. He is apparently part of a rag tag coven of other powerful magi sworn with battling with… VAMPIRES! Before you think Twilight read on. The opening scenes were masterfully descriptive and very colorful as the author showcases her use of diction to keep you involved as if you were in a movie. This comment does is not limited to only the opening pages, I joke not. Take this part for instance “He was silent as she ascended the stairs, the bright lights from above casing a shadow that lingered after she herself, with her venomous words and enhancing laughter, had vanished. The quiet seemed to shovel itself in upon him, and from the depths a poem pirouetted through his mind” If you liked that there is more where that came from. Though it is a short read, Gravenstein does a great job of introducing nearly 10 characters providing you with a plethora of information about them while sneaking in subtle hierarchies and histories to make sure you are well informed. The setting does not fully reveal itself until later on in the book which was interesting and definitely a surprise. It is a good thing. The flow of information is definitely crafty. The last part of the book was the surprise, let’s just say for semi-mature audiences only.

Final thoughts:
war/SONG Hymnal I is a book that has all the parts to makes it the vampire book it is: the battle for the protection of humans, however humans are not really too much apart of the equation. Who is the bad guys or who is the good guys are not too aparent but what I will say is any cliche you try to throw at this book while reading it will be rejected and turned upside down. The added sultriness, crude humor and taboo sexual realism creates a story that is far from the usual. Its different due to the way the author establishes her dominance in a genre through capturing the reader in her world.

To read or not to read? Read it. If this is not a genre for you? Read it! If it is prepare to add this one to your list!

The 23rd blog….TMWNK

The man who never knew

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A look over the shoulder. A look in the face of the man of whom she questions love. Another doorbell ring. Janice gets up slowly taking her half-eaten dish to the sink. Bill walks to the door, looks at the screen from a hidden compartment in the wall showing his friend Lance at the door. He opens the door and Lance walks in and gives Bill a hug “William you son of a bitch! How are you?”. Bill walks away into the living room leaving Lance at the door with a confused but monotone look on his face. Lance taking a few steps to the entrance of the living room, then leaning on the wall watching Janice washing the dishes and Bill grabbing his trench coat form off the couch. “Janice, how are you? I thought you would be at the restaurant tonight?” Lance uttered as he walked towards and gave her a hug. “I wanted to have at least a dinner with William before I left for Zurich, our anniversary just happens to fall on a bad time” Janice semi-cheerfully explains. Bill’s voice from the hall is heard saying “Babe, I am just going to take Lance with me to Josie’s and Junior’s, meet me at the bar in an hour okay?”. Janice walks over to Bills plate to pick it up as a response of “Okay Bill I….” is interrupted by silence as Janice faints, dropping to the floor. A crash of ceramics and glass breaking and splintering around the room is succeeded by trampling footsteps running towards Janice’s aid. “Janice!!!!” Bill and Lance simultaneously shout out from their lungs, with Bill bursting through the halls of his house like a raging bull running towards the dining room table. Lance as Janice falls manages to reach her quickly enough, only to catch her head before it hit the floor, incurring scratches and lacerations from the glass and ceramic. Lance already holding her on the floor yells “Call an ambulance William!”. Bill slides trying to stop and frantically whips out his cellphone calling 911. William and Lance proceed to lift and carry limp-bodied Janice to the couch where Bill holds her tight in tears. The ambulance moments later pulls up to the house, with the crew rushing out of there cars with Lance in the background screaming “Hurry up!” as a teary Bill with Janice in arms meets the stretcher and ambulance crew. Inside on the floor, Bills cellphone rings with 2 missed calls and now a third… *ring, ring, ring* is drowned out by the noise outside by neighbors and the scene in front of the house. The caller ID reads J&J.

T.B.C’D