‘Well…I sometimes wake up in the night and feel a sort of darkening of the room…a..a coolness – as if an evil presence is passing by.’
I discovered this short ghost story the other night, in a pile of stuff I wrote and forgot all about. It is based on a true story. Believe it….or not!!!
A tower built from ruination, reaching high into the clouds that float unhibited through the skies…A place in which to hide away…wond…
BEWARE….This is another piece from that “Hope Chest”...I thought after reading it again that maybe I should change the title to Insanity…naaaah
The robed figures now each holding a golden chalice took it in turn to fill the cups and drink her blood.
I had to put pen to paper when I saw this great photo from Catherine Veal It brings forth all sort of horrors running through my mind.
Over the sweet grass wafted darkness that in spiraling eddies danced so nimbly / Across the sward, toward the tall, ivy festooned tower wh…
Just stuff
It was up to him to complete the mission. Failure was not an option.
My brother, Jason, inspired me to write this piece. This is for you, bro! LOL! / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Writing – Flash Fiction. Tools: Microsoft Word, My Brain/Imagination Topic: Action/Adventure, RPG, Counter Strike. / CONTEST & CHALLENGE HISTORY 06/17/08 – Entry to Twisted Tales’ Star Twister Week 5 – Tower
She was one of many who walked across the Brooklyn Bridge that day, covered head to toe with dust.
Shortly before 9:00 AM on September 11, 2001, my phone rang. A friend called to tell me to turn on my television.
When will your lungs seize with heat? / When will the air crackle your skin? / When will you stop screaming? / When will your prayer be hear…
*I wrote this at the request of someone who loved someone who died in the towers on 9/11/01. Her greatest fear was that he died worrying about whether to jump, or not. She died on 9/15/06, following a brief encounter with cancer. *
You kissed us all goodbye, said See ya! Love ya! / And then you left and you never came back. / You went to work in a shining silver tower…
this is for those who lost someone / on September 11 / and for those who didn’t / we all lost something that day…
Featured on Homepage of Redbubble I never thought that one day one of my photos will be featured on the homepage of redbubble. / I ne…
I looked / I’m scared / You smiled / You dared I walked / You talked / I agree / Then plea We run / It’ll be fun / We’re there / Pay the far…
Nemesis (Alton Towers) / Meet your Nemesis! This intense ride takes you over rivers of blood and rock, reaching G-forces greater than a space shuttle launch. A ride for the addrenalin junkies only….
She will infuse your cells with the glow of a new dawn / She will flow through your veins as would a mountain stream / She will open your m…
This poem has been inspired by a few things: 1) The exciting new group ‘Tarot: Map of Consciousness’. 2) A picture I drew a while ago called ‘She of the Star’ 3) The Tarot cards ‘The Tower’ and ‘The Star’ as I wanted to verbally express my fascination with these two cards as The Tower is a rather scary card at first glance – not one you want to pick first thing in the morning and depicts people leaping out of a burning Tower!! What I find amazing is that a most beautiful card ‘The Star’ follows directly after ‘The Tower’ card, which suggests (given my limited knowledge of the Tarot) that lessons learned from ‘The Tower’ will be greeted with the grace and beauty of The Star and all the positive energy this card brings. This poem is ultimately about the process of growth, transformation and new beginnings. I hope you can relate to it both on a symbolic and everyday level. I have often found in life when times are tough – good things are just around the corner. /
wine, charms and games on a rainy evening
wine, charms and games on a rainy evening
Melbourne Open House – Australian Travel Photography & Writing
Melbourne Open House, Sunday 19th July 2009. photographs taken handheld http://www.jaredrevell.com.au/blog/
Dusty shutters swagger, / in the dry desert wind; / hot and bothered / like barmaids rusty bones / lying loose / beneath a cowboy’s / g…
I have always been seduced by the lure of the wild, wild west. :) Think Clint Eastwood back in the day, guns at the ready; and Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, with the man himself, Roland Deschain (my hero!). This is my ode to the west, in all her dirty, punch-drunk glory. :)
We were waiting together / The lines of communication were all out / Wired up to find the sound of hearts like our own / Grey matter silv…
For my dear Friend Lisa G / Thank you for your kindness, strength and friendship in times that felt a part of me was missing. You came in brave and wild to show me a mirror of my own self. We seemed to have been sent to each other by heavens orders, as the heavens do love us surely. / XXX. Your Pearls / This piece was made after the Art / Gray Matter Communication>
Two thousand one, nine eleven / Five thousand plus arrive in heaven. / As they pass through the gate, / Thousands more appear in wait. / A be…
I wrote this poem about 9/11/2001 (as you can see in the title) for a few reasons. 1) During my Sophomore year in high school in 2006, we got to the section of our books where we talk about 9/11 and amazingly quite a few people in my class were joking about that day and said that it doesn’t matter anymore since its been 5 years and we still havent found Osama. Even today, eight years later, it still matters. People gave their lives for us that day on flight 93, and our friends and family died in those towers and at the Pentagon. For those of you who may not think it matters anymore, I’d like you to read this poem and remember. You don’t have to believe it still matters, but in not believing your just leaving those people that died with one less person remebering why they died. FOR OUR FREEDOM! 2) In 2006, I watched a documentary on tv about 9/11 and even though it had been 5 years it still made me quiver/shiver to see it and think of the families that went through and continue to live with that pain. Like one of my friends that had a uncle working in the towers. That is why I wrote this. I hope this gets those of you who don’t remember what happened that day to remember. Remember why we’re fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan right now. Remember those heros. The heros of 9/11. Featured In: / ~ Creative Writing and Poetry / ~ 1620 Shellie & Steve Hill collaborated with me on another image using this poem. I am honored by their work Conversations in Heaven on 9/11
I am working on a series of paintings of Lifeguards and Lifeguard stands/towers ..whether they be on a beach or a pool…..... / Time to h…
Lovers laying down pretense as their pet project / Wanting and seeing new parameters to feel in
I have about 3 poems that I may take to do some slam poetry with.. this is the newest.. inspired by my life in the last few.. / It’s just that sometimes.. I am so beyond where I was yesterday.. even.. / My desire is to keep it simple ..my life, I feel surges toward my destiny are kind and not full of old stories and old ways of expressing love.. I feel expanding is beyond what i saw one day as relationship.. but I am not sure how the new one looks quite yet.. but it is soooooo coming.. and it is not suck in modes of just physical exchange.. I don’t know it is like the teachings of Tantric Practice which in this reality uses sexual energy and not the culmination of the act.. to take you to higher perceptions. this is a bit about Tantric beliefs of which I am gravitating towards _ What is the exact relationship between Tantra and sexuality?_ / In Tantra, sexuality is total and filled with bliss. However, Tantra is not about sex. Sex practiced or performed in Tantra is what is taught by most teachers of this spiritual lifestyle. In Swami Virato’s experiential events sexual ignition energy is used as a tool to raise the Kundalini, or the participants bioenergy. Swami Virato simply uses this energy as a tool. At some point Tantrikas experience a bliss-filled state that can be identified as asexuality. Perhaps because of general sexual suppression by cultures and religions, ancient carvings in Nepal and India depicting unbridled sexual sharing create indelible labels. Some Tantrikas do not engage in sex at all. Practice Is Tantra an attitude, a belief, or a practice? / No belief. It is an attitude and there are practices, in sex, and many other areas of life that can be used as tools. Many of these include contemporary conscious psychotherapeutic methods, as well as Eastern philosophy and techniques, such as pranyama, yantra, mantra, etc., as well as simply applying expanded consciousness to one’s existence. Are there common elements in its practice, if it has any? If so, how do these relate to any common attitudes or beliefs? When you say you “practice” Tantra, what do you do exactly? / Tantra is a lifestyle of letting-go, feeling a oneness with everything. If we were to relate Tantra to life in general, we would say there is much more lay-back living, more enjoyment of our sensual nature, a sexual freedom which follows a lifestyle of let go as well. Practicing Tantra is to walk our talk…to visualize others as Divine… to meditate, get and give and receive massages ..and to say YES! more often ...to seek for the purest, highest quality of life, yet to accept whatever we have…and to feel our Divine nature…God…Goddess. Go Here for More
after tears there is always hope.. yes?
Paris is around the corner! / Lusty room numbers that you lock up in days for
/ PARIS…DREAM…REALITY…DREAM / ≈≈ / ORIGINAL PHOTO GIFTED TO PLAY WITH BY MY DEAREST / SHOAIB
Red river burning / Bubbling / Boiling / Bursting through my veins
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My mom was on the phone and came running when I screamed, we watched as the second plane hit,we held each other as we cried.
How I remember 9/11/01
reaching for the sky / on ladders of glass
for yoko ono. / i hope that one day she will read it. / jordan busson. 26 november 2009.
She was a sensible girl tho: she wore black tights. The other two girls didn’t bother with the tights.
Just another example of why humanity has just got to live somewhere except underfoot.
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