Before I am Famous

t only took 2 months and my sunflower is blooming. The big and original one is maybe 7-8 feet tall. There are three other plants one stands about 4 feet tall and the other 2 stands about 5 feet. It does seem as thought the 5 footers will have flowers soon enough.

I also have morning glories and marigolds. The morning glories are climbing the side of the house in a fury and the marigolds are pretty full but no flowers yet. Okay, so I was a late planter for a lot of the plants but it was still getting in 30’s where I live in the beginning of May, so I couldn’t plant until almost June.

Don’t worry, I will post a photo of my giant sunflower and a little poem I wrote for it when it is fully bloomed. I can’t wait.

Have a nice Sunday

wild flowers grow through the garbage
a blue splashed sky sinks into a black ground.

I dive into the crystalline lake.
deep, pure sounds murmur in
sing-song back and forth through
the mind of mine.

singing to the love of the ancient world.
the roots grow deep and intertwine itself.

melodious serenity come to my noisy mind and
burn me with sweet infringence.

yearbook signatures scream from the past and I
grow stronger by the hour
wishing that I, too, can run around the
sun.

pricking my finger on the black rose
bloody lava erupts from my finger;
feeding the green Earth.

steel glass thorns encase my heart and I slowly bleed.
living blood runs over a cup of gold.

waiting

waiting

to be free.

Here is a treat for you part one of Seaspring Briar! Please note the material that follows is of a very graphic violence and sexual nature. If this disturbs you please don’t read any further. Thank you!

The giant grandfather clock tolled midnight as he staggered in. He was soaked to the bone because he crashed his car into a tree and had to walk half a mile to his front door. She did not hear him come in until he opened the door to their bedroom. He fell over a chair and she awoke completely. Fear raced through her frail body. The smell of scotch hung in the air.

He spied her quivering under the covers. He lumbered his way over to her and threw off the quilt that she believed would keep her safe. Then he grabbed her silky black hair and dragged her to the floor. She did not fight; she learned a long time ago not to fight.

He kicked her as best as he could and then beat her with his bloodied fists. And when he thought she had enough and lay crumpled on the floor, he dragged back unto the bed, took off his pants and raped her. Yet, he was not satisfied he turned her on her stomach. Her tears wet the sheets and as he sodomized her. Finally, he was through and passed out on top of her.

She waited some, her stomach turned with the oppressive smell of stale alcohol and blood. She wiggled herself free, vowing there would be no more.

Her body ached with each step she took to the kitchen. Tonight was the night; their only son was at school and the house staff were gone for the weekend. She selected a knife that she sharpened earlier that day. Lightening filled the room and she seen the blood on her night dress. The pain was so great but she moved forward to the bedroom.

By the time she came inside, he had turned on his back and was snoring. With all the strength that she could muster, thinking of every single time he hurt, she raised the knife above her head and plunged it into his chest. He made a gasp but never opened his yes. Blood rushed from the wound turning his clothes cherry. Again, she waited. He was dead.

In a way, she loved him still and sat beside her dead husband and wept. She allowed herself the time. Reason set and she had to get rid of the body. He was twice her size so there would be no way she could carry him.

Slowly, she made her way to the shed. The storm was in full fury. The ocean angrily crashed against the cliff. She found an ax in the shed. It was heavy and it made her hurt as she dragged it through the house and up the stairs.

She started with his hands so that they would never punch her. The ax was hard to swing but finally did the job. The she chopped his feet so that they would never kick her again. Each swing, she felt stronger and noticed the pain less. She dismembered him and saved the head fro last. Her rage exploded, she swung and swung at his neck till his detached. Now he could no longer drink or say hateful things or say “I love you” and “I am sorry.”

She opened the French doors to a veranda that sat on the edge of the cliff overlooking the Atlantic. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She looked over the edge and say only a black ocean. Taking each piece of the monsters, she tossed him into the churning waters. His torso was the heaviest but she managed to toss it over as well, leaving the blade sunken in his chest. The head again was saved for last.

As she stood on the veranda she spoke quietly to the head, “You are in a better place now. I did it because I love you and want what’s best for you.” The she let his head fall from her hands.

The sky lightened some with the onset of daybreak, casting a dreary light into the room. She took all the bloodied clothes and sheets and tossed them into the fire. She scrubbed and scrubbed until the master suite looked as it should. She remade the bed and went to sleep. At least she was safe now and maybe she could dream.

Sweet night falls
over the quiet suburban town.
The night lights quietly hummmmmm.
streets filled with ball games and jump rope
are replaced with
Silent lovers walking
with hands entwined.

I have mentioned this a few posts ago but I signed up for payperpost.com. What they offer is a place where you can find people that are looking for advertisement on blogs. There are various advertisers to fit every one’s likes. I am really anxious to start on this because it will keep me constantly writing and that is always a good thing. I get paid for it. As you may have noticed, there are little buttons at the end of my posts for you to get paid for reviewing my posts. Also, on the side there is another button for if anyone you wants me directly to blog about your product or site. This is a wonderful way to make money. I found this site out from another blogger I read on blogexplosion.com

The one thing I plan on doing with the money I will receive, via my pay-pal account, is send away more stories and buy more magazines for research. Once, I have a little extra, I might buy my mom something for her 50th birthday this year.

I have not met new friends yet but I am sure I will. There is one other thing I want to say about payperpost.com, is the customer service is really nice, and answers questions in a reasonable amount of time.

Please don’t delay and check this out blog network

I belong to this writers’ group online. At first, I was thrilled to pieces that I took a first step towards to being a writer and that was networking. At first, I enjoyed the posts. Now- that’s a different story.

Sometimes, I feel some of the members are quite hostile and very unresponsive. But lately, it seems like a big ol club and for whatever reason if you don’t fit in with the main people of the group you are swept aside and poohpaed. Perhaps, they do not believe that I am serious.

This is a large group but only a handful are active posters, as all online groups are. Some people think they are experts in the written word, and their way is the only way. Hmm, I wonder why they think they are an expert.

I read many of the posts and sometimes, I feel like giving up my writing because they say there is supposed to be all the stuff in someones writing to make it good. I have no idea if I have any of this stuff. I don’t analyze my work, I write the story, I edit it to the best of my ability and I feel satisfied that I completed something. Does this mean I am a crappy writer?

I don’t know, lately, I rarely participate in the group all it’s really is doubting myself and I do enough of that on my own. Well known writers say the best piece of advice is to network. I am probably better off not to at least not at this group. They are good when I ask a question that has to do with publishing or general writing questions but that is about it.

Thanks for listening, sometimes I just have to get things off my chest that kind of piss me off.

Have a nice day.

I watched 60 Minutes earlier tonight and there was a story about a man crusading against the “nanny society.” Damn, if I can remeber his name but they called him Dr. Evil on the program. He believes America is heading for the “nanny society;” where every where you look there are ads or information that tells you what not to do. Since when we can not make our own minds up?

I have talked about this before but perhaps it should be said over and over again until people stop and think for themselves. It is odd, that this very day I read in a column in today’s Centre Daily Times addessing that many teachers at the univeristy level are babying the students. For example if they university makes students 8 am Friday classes, they seem to drink less or not all on Thursday night. Yeah whatever, I had a Friday 8 am class and I did drink sometimes on Thursday nights. I aced the class by the way.

You maybe thinking what is the point. Here it is personal responsibility and where did it go? Anymore it seems like if you are obese it because Mickey D’s used some wonderful propoganda to make you desire the big Mac and fries. In reality, no one forced you to eat the supersized meal. Ronald McDonald didn’t tie you to the chair and stuff the food down your mouth.

Personal responisibilty. If teachers want to baby their students, when will they be grown-ups? If you want to succeed in life you make the choices and take the responsibilty for them. That’s what it means to be an adult.

If you want to smoke, drink beer while you are gorging on a large pizza and hot wings then so be it. It is your life, you make the choices, you pay the consequences or revel in reward. This is America, the land of the free, but it seems as though Big Brother is not only watching us but they are trying to control everyone’s thoughts.

What would America be like with out freedom of choice;a freedom we all say we love and cherish with that freedom also comes with personal responsibilty.

Have a nice day.

Where are the words?
droplets of disappointment and anger fall to the page.
either it’s going to be a cave-in or an eruption.
don’t know.

Where are the words?
eggs shells in jagged little pieces with egg goo mixed with it
waiting for all the king’s men and horses to put Humpty Dumpty
back together.

Where are the words?
moments of rage intertwine with hope on the edge of a
voracious storm.
grayness blankets the horizon.

Where are the words?
self-sacrifice is not worthy
forgotten about in the dusty corner.
appreciation flushed down the toilet with one little
press of the plastic handle.

Where are the words?
trying to wash away the pain with steaming water.
scrubbing hard but nothing changes.

Where are the words?
in a galaxy far away
in another time and place
things are different, the handwriting is nicer and legible.
one last chance to get it right.
one last chance to catch a falling star with a butterfly net.

Where are the words?

The feirce rumble of thunder is heard in the distance. Thick, gray clouds swallows the few rays of sunshine left. The sky darkens with the threat.

I do love the thunderstorms. I love it when the power goes out and the only sounds heard are of the storm and flashes of light streak through the sky. We haven’t a really good thunderstorm in my area in a long time and I think we are due for one.

As you can see there is some changes added to my blog. I am only trying to earn some extra money. I do make some money off my google ads, the last time I checked I made $10 in 2 years. I suppose it’s not that bad. But don’t fret my pet, my blog will remain unchanged for the most part except for an occasional post.

Well I’m hoping the strom will be a-thrashing. I hope it does it now or at 9 pm because I simply can’t miss Big Brother 8. I love that show. I know it’s not a 100 percent reality but I like it nonetheless. Take care everyone.

Well hello, I am writing about yesterday and it was a pretty good day. For my birthday ( which is today if anyone cares) I went to Knoebel’s Amusement park. Already a good day, right.

The day was sunny and warm but not the dreaded 3 H’s. On our way to the park on I-80 E towards Danville we saw a baby black bear cub. Okay he was dead and it was a little depressing. He was on his back and you could see his little claws. He must’ve been only 2 feet long. Anyway, why is this so special? I have never seen a bear that didn’t reside in your friendly zoo. And where I live in PA, the black bears are abundant and I have never seen one. None. Zip. Zilch, so seeing this one was something different. You know, because normally the roadkill of PA are deer, squirells, racoons and skunks.

So at the park we ride on the train and we saw 2 gobblers. The train spooked them; the conductor stopped so they could pass. They dodged into the thicket of trees. Never seen turkeys roaming around Knoebels. At dusk, when the sun was set enough that there was still light but in the woods it was almost dark, we rode the train again and this time we saw a doe munching away at corn. She must have been used to the train because she just stood there. That’s a new one as well, typically what I see are the regular small furry animals.

On our way to the car, I found a dollar! Hurray! I was too late to buy a Powerball ticket so I’m not a millionaire. When we finally pull into our driveway, there was another deer standing in our driveway. She had a bad leg but she bounded into the backyard, nonetheless.

Yesterday was a just a weird, in a good way, day.

Have a great day