Friday, May 03, 2024

"S" is for Sorry - A to Z 2024 - Sweet Misery

 The 2024 installment of the A to Z Challenge has come to an end and my aspirations to take part did as well, but long before April passed me by.

What was supposed to have been a slow month was anything but. I fully intended on making the rounds, while adding my own stamp on the challenge but it wasn't meant to be. Life got busier and when I had a moment to myself, I was too exhausted (mentally) to add anything here. For the few that chime in regularly, please accept my apology. I wanted to get this done and even more so, I wanted to support you in your journey as well.

For what it's worth, here is one last entry for the challenge, albeit late.

An Idiot's Guide to Randomness.

"Hope is such a sweet misery." - Hadiya Shaikh

A poem, written circa 1999.

Sweet Misery

One day my dear,
You will be in my arms,
Kissing on sandy shores.

At the moment, when moments heighten,
I will climb to you.
I will be present until my heart pumps dry.
I will protect you,
I will honor you,
I will serenade you and become one with your soul.

I will dedicate my name in your shadow.
My heart stops when yours does.
It flutters with the simple caress of your hand.

And while we know that this will not last,
I am yours, for now.

Forever is impossible.
Just another, sweet, sweet misery.

Counting Crows - A Long December

Friday, April 19, 2024

"C" is for Cloned - A to Z 2024


An Idiot's Guide to Randomness.

"Love makes your soul crawl out of its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston

A poem, written October 1997.


My love,
I see your soul,
I see your wisdom,
I see your God,
I see all of you.

My love,
I feel your warmth,
I feel your passion,
I feel your pain,
I feel all of you.

When I am in you, I feel your soul.
I urge a caress from your heart.
Warm and suspended, you hover over me.

Can you fly?

Wings spread in a feathered dream.
Soft whispers from your lips gently push me under your body.

Wounded and helpless, I fall to you, begging for your touch, never ending.

Support my heart,
Stroke me,
Hold me,
Hurt me,
Tease me,
Be me.

Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into the Dark

Thursday, April 11, 2024

"F" is for Folklore (Mythological Creatures) - A to Z 2024


An Idiot's Guide to Randomness.

I know! I'm a bit "all over the place" currently. My goal was to post daily, starting with A and ending with Z. IN ORDER! That hasn't worked out. I will catch up but in the meantime, I'll be jumping out of order to do so.

The random word generator is throwing me some doozies.

"Cosmic terror appears as an ingredient of the earliest folklore of all races and is crystallized in the most archaic ballads, chronicles and sacred writings." H.P. Lovecraft

Not long ago, I volunteered to assist Shannon Lawrence in publicizing her new work entitled, Myth Stalker: Wendigo Nights (Hit the link, buy the book. Yay! Free pub!) and for my entry, I was asked to share a post concerning a cryptid or a figure of mythological folklore (I chose Mothman) and while researching the topic, I found myself becoming more interested in others that I had heard of but was not familiar with. Here are two.

Folklore, as defined by Marriam Webster is as follows:

1. Traditional customs, sayings, tales, dances, or art forms preserved among a people. 2. An often unsupported notion, story or saying that is widely circulated.

There are three main genres of folklore, material folklore (physical objects), verbal folklore (common sayings, expressions, stories and songs) and customary folklore (beliefs and the way of doing things).

Folklore is a broad topic, with several examples from a plethora of cultures, which have their own unique twist on the stories of the past, but what I found common in most is that they all have tales of mythological creatures, cryptids and gods.

The Wendigo (Of course I started here)

The Wendigo originated in Algonquin folklore and is said to be a malevolent spirit that possesses human beings, filling them with an insatiable hunger, driving them to eat other humans. Being possessed by a Wendigo indwells the unfortunate soul with a propensity to commit murder.

Basil H. Johnston described the Wendigo as such:

"The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash-gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody. Unclean and suffering from suppuration of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption."

Charming fellow, if I say so myself!

The Phoenix

The Phoenix is an immortal bird that cyclically regenerates, or is born again by rising from the ashes of it's predecessor. It has ties to several mythologies (Greek, Persian and Egyptian, too name a few) and it's origin is heavily debated. Today, the Phoenix signifies rebirth or the beginning of a new life. Being one that enjoys written work and poetry, I found the excerpt below interesting: (Precepts of Chiron, attributed to the Greek poet, Hesiod)

"A chattering crow lives now nine generations of aged men, but a stag's life is four time a crow's, and a raven's life makes three stags old, while the phoenix outlives nine ravens, but we, the rich haired Nymphs daughters of Zeus the aegis holder, outlive ten phoenixes." (I guess, if your in to math, would equal a lifetime of 972 times the span of a humans.)

Who's a pretty bird?

The myth of these creatures is entertaining, if nothing else. If you find that you are interested in mythology and cryptids, you should check out Wikipedia's link on the subject.

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising (Cuz, American Werewolf In London. Duh!)

Monday, April 08, 2024

"G" is for Goliath - A to Z 2024


"Necessity has been a priceless spur which has helped men to perform miracles against incredible odds." - Orison Swett Marden

The story, as it is told, is that David defeated Goliath, with a sling and a stone. Insurmountable odds. The strong against the "weak." A story of faith. Some choose to live without faith and I will not argue against your reasoning. Some read the Word, but don't live by it. I know a few. I will cast my lot with them. I will not preach here, but I will not hide behind the vail of this fallen world either. I teeter on the edge of faith and the lack thereof daily, but I also know that deep within my soul, faith resides. It was hand stitched into my being. My Goliath is well documented and I will not run from it.

I choose to wage war against it.

Brave Saint Saturn - Titan

Thursday, April 04, 2024

"D" is for Dance - A to Z 2024

I have recently started decluttering and clearing out old boxes that had been stored and happened upon an old notebook of sketches and scribbles from long ago. A buddy of mine (we will call him B) and I used to sit atop the roof of his rental and write whatever came to us. Back then, I had dedicated a decent amount of time to writing poetry. There was a freedom in putting pen to paper and it also aided in calming the restlessness of being a young adult, trying to navigate life. That old notebook would go with me where ever I went and when inspiration would hit, I'd jot down the thought and rehash it at a later date. At the time, I had no idea how these pieces, written so long ago and before I had experienced real struggle, would come back to meet me on the road that I am currently travelling.

"When you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. The devil changes you."
- Amanda Hocking

A poem, written circa 1999.

The Dance

I lay my weary head upon a soft retreat.

The dance begins. 

The devil gnashes his teeth atop my left shoulder,
while God rests patiently upon the right.

Sad man, tired man,
What is your plan?
To sleep me away
Until you wake again?

Your mind is water,
as you drown in the deep.
And you know, as well as I,
there is a means to an end
beneath where you sleep.

Pay no mind to his ramblings!
His words are no more than the blowing of a chilled wind.

I'm tired.
Rest child.

I drift into darkness,
but still hear his call.
Alone in a dream,
I rest but still fall.

We twist, we turn,
our thoughts intertwine,
trapped in slumber,
for brief moments in time.

We awake and prepare,
for the next day begins.
Only to dance,
upon the sunlight,
ending again.

How does a seemingly random thought, born approximately twenty-five years ago, hold so much weight today? I wrote this piece when life was simple and drama free. The only real pain I had experienced was the passing of my grandfather in 1992. It's odd, to me, how life comes full circle.

Allow me to introduce you to one of my favorite artists, Ren Gill.

As with most of my posts, I will leave you with a musical piece, but be warned, there is some vulgarity and the lyrical content is intense, in my opinion. I implore you to listen to the entire song, especially the last minute and a half. Ren speaks truth and does not hold his tongue. Keep "The devil on one shoulder and God on the other" in mind while taking this song in. It is worth your time and I do hope you enjoy. It fits perfectly with the subject matter.

PSA: I skipped the letter "C" because I am still working through it but will post when finished.

And without further ado!