The bus pulls up to the stop and I climb aboard as I have done for the past few months. It's nothing new, and I am quite used to it by now. But this time there is a man on the bus that I have not seen before. I don't know him at all, but for some reason I like him. Maybe it is just because of his appearance. He's dressed in slacks with a pair of nice dress shoes, a button-up shirt tucked in and a belt. He has a solid, manly beard, and on his head he is wearing a neat, old-fashioned hat. Everything about him seems to shout integrity, hard-working, honesty, and I just like him. It's sort of weird.
I sit down, and nod at the man, he returns a nod. That is all.
The next time I see him, I am once again impressed by his appearance, and for some reason am glad he is aboard the bus. I sit down and once again there is no real interaction between us except that we acknowledge one another. I know he remembers me, just as I remember him, though I doubt he has the same strange fascination with me as I do with him. So once again, a quiet bus ride home, nothing new.
The next time I see him, we actually talk briefly. I compliment him on his hat, and we exchange the usual pleasantries that are often exchanged by strangers who dare to speak to one another. The exchange is short, but friendly, and I am happy with it. I wonder if maybe we will introduce ourselves next time.
But then next time is met with a simple nod and smile from him. He knows me now for sure, by my face. But we do not talk this time. I decide that either we will continue this usual acknowledgment of one another or one day actually know each other's names. Either way, I don't mind, so long as he is there. Why? I have no idea. I guess, this total stranger has just become a common thing in my life. He's become a constant.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Waiting Reason
Waiting, hopelessly waiting
A simple predicament, a valid excuse of reason
Causing pondering, wandering of the mind
A not lasting fear, a hope of treason
Crowds made up of a various kind
Speaking voices honestly bound in a gloomy season
Happenings, whispers, solid sounds of echoing footsteps
Breaking the soul for no apparent reason
A simple predicament, a valid excuse of reason
Causing pondering, wandering of the mind
A not lasting fear, a hope of treason
Crowds made up of a various kind
Speaking voices honestly bound in a gloomy season
Happenings, whispers, solid sounds of echoing footsteps
Breaking the soul for no apparent reason
Sunday, August 18, 2013
The Flesh Eaters and Sleeping Gorgeous
The swamp bubbled sickeningly and the moon cast strange shadows across the surface. Some dark clouds floated menacingly about the sky, and what stars could be seen were faint and unfriendly looking. The dead trees that stood as sentinels on the shore around the swamp had branches like claws and their trunks had eerie knots and twists in the wood that made them look like they had faces. The only sounds were that of the thick swamp mud churning and the howl of wolves in the distance. There was a very slight breeze and a fowl stench filled the air.
A cloaked and hooded figure stood on the edge of the swamp, face hidden in shadow, eyes faintly glowing a dreadful shade of blue. The figure stood absolutely still, watching the center of the swamp as if waiting for something to happen there. After a few moments the swamp mud began to bubble and spit more violently and slowly a second cloaked figure rose from the muck. It rose out of the slush and slowly glided over the surface to where the other figure stood. The made a soft hissing noise at each other and then made their way away from the swamp towards the trees that grew thicker until they were enclosed by dead tree after dead tree in a small forest. The moon was blotted out by the man branches that hung over the two hooded figures like hands waiting to snatch them up. The figures walked silently through the forest until they came to an open area. It was flooded with moonlight and the large rectangular stone table in the middle of the clearing was lit up brightly. Tied to the table was the body of a beautiful woman. A lifeless, motionless body that was pale and stiff. The eyes were staring endlessly into nothing. The two figures approached and stood on either side of the stone table.
"The others shall be arriving soon," hissed one of the figures to the other.
"Good," it hissed back.
They stood still and silent for almost an hour before more hooded figures began to emerge from the trees. They all gathered in a large circle around the body tied to the table. One figure, taller than all the rest spoke up in its hissing sort of voice.
"Brothers," it began, "we have been in hiding for hundreds of years. The light kept us away. Cowering in our holes, in crevices, in he deep murk of the swamp. But now, our time has come to emerge. The darkness is taking over once again. Tonight, we perform the Flesh-Eating Ceremony, causing the darkness to become more powerful destroy all light. Brothers...let the Ceremony begin. Feast on the flesh of this lifeless mortal."
The Flesh Eaters began to move in towards the body on the table. Then out of the forest burst a bright light. A tall, broad-chested man astride a snow white horse rushed forth, followed by other mounted knights as well. The leader was dressed in golden armor with silvery-white trimming. The other knights were armored in white armor, all mounted white steeds. They trampled down the dark hooded figures, cutting at them with shining blades of glory. After the short battle the leader dismounted and approached the woman's body tied to the table. He drew a silver dagger from his belt and cut her bonds.
"The Lady Emily!" said the knights as they bowed on their knees.
"Is she...dead, my lord?" asked one knight looking up at the leader.
"No, she is not," he said sheathing his dagger. "She is merely sleeping, but she is close to death."
"What can we do?" asked the knights.
"You can do nothing...but I...I shall kiss her upon her lips, and breath life back into her body," and with that the leader bent over and kissed her. Her skin became colored again and she began to move. Her eyes closed and then opened again as if she was just waking up. The leader stepped back looking at her lovingly. She smiled at him and sat up.
"Thank you brave knights," she spoke to them all. "You have rescued me and shall all be rewarded greatly. Not only that, but you have destroyed the dark lords of the underworld and helped restore light to our kingdom once again!"
The knights all cheered and mounted their horses and began to ride back towards the castle. The lead knight mounted his horse and held his hand to the Lady Emily. She smiled and took it and he pulled her into th back of his horse, and they rode forth into the light.
A cloaked and hooded figure stood on the edge of the swamp, face hidden in shadow, eyes faintly glowing a dreadful shade of blue. The figure stood absolutely still, watching the center of the swamp as if waiting for something to happen there. After a few moments the swamp mud began to bubble and spit more violently and slowly a second cloaked figure rose from the muck. It rose out of the slush and slowly glided over the surface to where the other figure stood. The made a soft hissing noise at each other and then made their way away from the swamp towards the trees that grew thicker until they were enclosed by dead tree after dead tree in a small forest. The moon was blotted out by the man branches that hung over the two hooded figures like hands waiting to snatch them up. The figures walked silently through the forest until they came to an open area. It was flooded with moonlight and the large rectangular stone table in the middle of the clearing was lit up brightly. Tied to the table was the body of a beautiful woman. A lifeless, motionless body that was pale and stiff. The eyes were staring endlessly into nothing. The two figures approached and stood on either side of the stone table.
"The others shall be arriving soon," hissed one of the figures to the other.
"Good," it hissed back.
They stood still and silent for almost an hour before more hooded figures began to emerge from the trees. They all gathered in a large circle around the body tied to the table. One figure, taller than all the rest spoke up in its hissing sort of voice.
"Brothers," it began, "we have been in hiding for hundreds of years. The light kept us away. Cowering in our holes, in crevices, in he deep murk of the swamp. But now, our time has come to emerge. The darkness is taking over once again. Tonight, we perform the Flesh-Eating Ceremony, causing the darkness to become more powerful destroy all light. Brothers...let the Ceremony begin. Feast on the flesh of this lifeless mortal."
The Flesh Eaters began to move in towards the body on the table. Then out of the forest burst a bright light. A tall, broad-chested man astride a snow white horse rushed forth, followed by other mounted knights as well. The leader was dressed in golden armor with silvery-white trimming. The other knights were armored in white armor, all mounted white steeds. They trampled down the dark hooded figures, cutting at them with shining blades of glory. After the short battle the leader dismounted and approached the woman's body tied to the table. He drew a silver dagger from his belt and cut her bonds.
"The Lady Emily!" said the knights as they bowed on their knees.
"Is she...dead, my lord?" asked one knight looking up at the leader.
"No, she is not," he said sheathing his dagger. "She is merely sleeping, but she is close to death."
"What can we do?" asked the knights.
"You can do nothing...but I...I shall kiss her upon her lips, and breath life back into her body," and with that the leader bent over and kissed her. Her skin became colored again and she began to move. Her eyes closed and then opened again as if she was just waking up. The leader stepped back looking at her lovingly. She smiled at him and sat up.
"Thank you brave knights," she spoke to them all. "You have rescued me and shall all be rewarded greatly. Not only that, but you have destroyed the dark lords of the underworld and helped restore light to our kingdom once again!"
The knights all cheered and mounted their horses and began to ride back towards the castle. The lead knight mounted his horse and held his hand to the Lady Emily. She smiled and took it and he pulled her into th back of his horse, and they rode forth into the light.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Tickle Me Pink
On a blood red sky is painted your hands
They're spread wide in a flowing manner
Scooping the moon and stars into your eyes
The sun has swallowed your voice
Your skin is glowing from the ocean salt
It makes you sparkle and shine like a gem
Gingerly so gingerly you walk along the beach
Your hair blowing in the sea breeze
The sand isn't like normal sand, it is soft
It feels like silk over the skin, soft to the touch
I am breathing, softly and slowly
Taking in the uplifting moment
I'm happy, for what feels the first time
We're together, on an adventure
With the real world at our heels
We forget time and just forget life
If only for a while, we'll pretend we're free
From everything that holds us back, just you and me
They're spread wide in a flowing manner
Scooping the moon and stars into your eyes
The sun has swallowed your voice
Your skin is glowing from the ocean salt
It makes you sparkle and shine like a gem
Gingerly so gingerly you walk along the beach
Your hair blowing in the sea breeze
The sand isn't like normal sand, it is soft
It feels like silk over the skin, soft to the touch
I am breathing, softly and slowly
Taking in the uplifting moment
I'm happy, for what feels the first time
We're together, on an adventure
With the real world at our heels
We forget time and just forget life
If only for a while, we'll pretend we're free
From everything that holds us back, just you and me
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Tackling The Bear
If I were a mountain man I would probably have a goal, and one goal only. Every morning when the sun creeps over the pointy peaks of the Sierras and the trees just light up green I would wake up in my log cabin. One room, nothing fancy. A nice little stove fireplace deal going on, a small one man bed, maybe a dresser and a desk and chair and table too. Nothing much, simple but just enough. I'd probably have a wardrobe or something, because I have to keep my cloths somewhere you know. I'd mostly wear cargo pants so I can carry lots of stuff in my pockets. There are always cool sticks and rocks you find in the woods. I'd probably have a cool rifle too, and I'd need ammo of course. I'd also have a big knife, something practical, but deadly. I have to stay safe you know. And with my stuff, I'd get all ready to go on my hunt to reach my one goal as a mountain man.
I'd suit up eat my breakfast and leave the cabin into the mountain air, breathing in the freshness. The crisp smell of the pines filters through my nose and my lungs and back out through my mouth. Today is the day, I feel it in my bones. It's an interesting thought. People use the phrase "dry as a bone." But if the bone is in someone's body I imagine it would still be sort of slimy with all that blood, flesh, and muscle around it. Just saying. So my slimy bones feel it, they aren't dry of course. I feel it. Today is most certainly the day. I set off up the mountain. Birds chirp at me, and I'm pretty sure they're cheering me on, but you can never tell with birds. They can be very rude sometimes. I met a crow once who had the audacity to call me a pig over and over again. I shot him. So he doesn't call me a pig anymore. Because he's dead.
So anyways. As I'm walking I hear this loud roaring from my right. That's him alright. I approach cautiously. Well not really, I'm loud as can be because "Loud Stupid Fool" is my middle name, as is "Danger" and "Lovestotakerisksbecausehethinksitiscooltodothat." (If you can read that middle name then bravo). So The bear does nothing. The poor loser is stuck in a bear trap, his fat hairy leg all bloody and stuff. I feel bad you know, like, am I supposed to kill me a bear when he's all caught up and stuff? No, I don't think so! So I decide I should maybe help him or something. Again I approach not cautiously and poke the bear with my rifle. He roars and motions to the bear trap. I give him the thumbs up and he nods. He doesn't want to be trapped I guess, well obviously not. So I just take out my crafty big old cool neat awesome sharp worksforeverything knife and pry open that there bear trap. The bear is all, roaring and runs away and falls because he's hurt and stuff, he can't go far. You know I just feel bad and stuff, so I tell him I'll help him out. So we walk back to my cabin and I bandage him all up and he's like that's cool and so we're both cool with each other now.
So my goal of catching that bear weren't exactly the way I planned them. Instead of getting a cool rug or something like that I made a new forest friend. But that's pretty chill because now I have another way of survival up here in the mountains and stuff you know. So it's all good, I'm totally alright with it.
But yeah, that's only if I was a mountain man. I'm actually just an astronaut. I've got nothing better to do, I'm a little bored of the view, and the extraterrestrials are only such good company. But what ever. I can dream about the earth I see far away from me and my beautiful mountains. So it's all good. I'll tackle a bear another day, or make a friend with one, whatever.
I'd suit up eat my breakfast and leave the cabin into the mountain air, breathing in the freshness. The crisp smell of the pines filters through my nose and my lungs and back out through my mouth. Today is the day, I feel it in my bones. It's an interesting thought. People use the phrase "dry as a bone." But if the bone is in someone's body I imagine it would still be sort of slimy with all that blood, flesh, and muscle around it. Just saying. So my slimy bones feel it, they aren't dry of course. I feel it. Today is most certainly the day. I set off up the mountain. Birds chirp at me, and I'm pretty sure they're cheering me on, but you can never tell with birds. They can be very rude sometimes. I met a crow once who had the audacity to call me a pig over and over again. I shot him. So he doesn't call me a pig anymore. Because he's dead.
So anyways. As I'm walking I hear this loud roaring from my right. That's him alright. I approach cautiously. Well not really, I'm loud as can be because "Loud Stupid Fool" is my middle name, as is "Danger" and "Lovestotakerisksbecausehethinksitiscooltodothat." (If you can read that middle name then bravo). So The bear does nothing. The poor loser is stuck in a bear trap, his fat hairy leg all bloody and stuff. I feel bad you know, like, am I supposed to kill me a bear when he's all caught up and stuff? No, I don't think so! So I decide I should maybe help him or something. Again I approach not cautiously and poke the bear with my rifle. He roars and motions to the bear trap. I give him the thumbs up and he nods. He doesn't want to be trapped I guess, well obviously not. So I just take out my crafty big old cool neat awesome sharp worksforeverything knife and pry open that there bear trap. The bear is all, roaring and runs away and falls because he's hurt and stuff, he can't go far. You know I just feel bad and stuff, so I tell him I'll help him out. So we walk back to my cabin and I bandage him all up and he's like that's cool and so we're both cool with each other now.
So my goal of catching that bear weren't exactly the way I planned them. Instead of getting a cool rug or something like that I made a new forest friend. But that's pretty chill because now I have another way of survival up here in the mountains and stuff you know. So it's all good, I'm totally alright with it.
But yeah, that's only if I was a mountain man. I'm actually just an astronaut. I've got nothing better to do, I'm a little bored of the view, and the extraterrestrials are only such good company. But what ever. I can dream about the earth I see far away from me and my beautiful mountains. So it's all good. I'll tackle a bear another day, or make a friend with one, whatever.
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