A Story

The signals, at first, were random, but as time passed they became more frequent, almost urgent. Finally ready, Sherman gathered his men. No longer could they ignore the situation. It was time. The light was calling to them and they would oblige.

Sherman, a man of action and determination, consulted with Kaspar. The diplomat was astute and wise. His visionary guidance would be of great value to their conquest. Close confidants, they would map the logistics, and plan a course for victory.

Montillio sat brooding. He was not interested in the dignitary’s approach. The rogue of the bunch, Montillio loved a good fight and would engage as he thought necessary. Often, and sometimes at the expense of the others, he would disregard all protocol to get the job done. Dynamic in nature and confident that he alone could. Plotting his own course, he listened with occasional outbursts of disagreement, balking at Kaspar’s methodical ways.

Sherman admired Montillio’s bravery and conviction. Montillio’s unwavering prowess was indeed a great attribute. He knew he could count on Montillio when things got tough. But, now, Sherman insisted Montillio listen and not be too quick to act. With so much at stake, they must all work together.

Sven sat quietly. He was cool, calculating. It was he who made sure no stone was left unturned, no adversaries left undefeated. He who hung back, patiently waiting his turn. The cleaner, the finisher, Sven saw the whole picture. He was passionate in his role supporting his fellow men at arms. Sven would see to it that no one was left behind.

A truer brotherhood there had never been. This would indeed be an epic journey.

Much preparation was necessary. They planned, debated and concluded. They would embark henceforth. This was perhaps the greatest challenge they had yet faced. Their mission was one for freedom. Freedom from tyranny and persecution. Freedom from slavery of mind, and of spirit.

They left before dawn, carrying only what they needed. Sherman led the way. He could see the light and guided his men toward it. He was anxious but showed no fear. Kaspar warned of the perils they would face. There would be demons and dragons, those who questioned their virtue. Those who stood staunchly guarding the light. These forces would not give it up freely. Montillio vowed to slay them all. Sven, ever stoic, nodded in agreement.

They chose a base camp. A rocky shore that was familiar and safe. She had received word of their arrival and with her own careful planning agreed to the rendezvous. She brought with her a fleet of ships and gifts of nourishment. Sherman thanked her graciously and took her in his arms. He held her close and felt the power within her. The light was bright, almost blinding. Montillio was ready to jump right in, but Kaspar held him back. Patience was key. Sven moved a little closer encouraging his friend to wait.

She had been trapped. Isolated for so long, Had someone heard as her soul cried out into the void? Ever searching, holding on to hope, knowing that out there, somewhere, was the purest, the whitest of light. She felt it on her skin, her hair, her face and within her very being. She felt the glow within her eyes and within her heart. Even in her darkest moments, that light shone. That light, soothing all her pains, giving her strength and the courage to believe. To believe that freedom could and would be.

The full moon filled the sky as Sherman told her of his quest. It was She that he and his men had traveled so far to see. She who they were here for. She was the light, the force that guided them. She chuckled, how could this be so? For she too was seeking the light. She had been bound for so long by darkness and sadness. Demons holding her back. Dragons beating her down.

Sherman and his men were true and valiant. Was this to be the fulfillment that She sought? She wrestled with emotions that she never knew she had. Strong and patient all this time, She was now vulnerable, afraid. Kaspar was there to allay her fears. He spoke to her honestly and with a kindness she had never known. He assured her it was true. Their quest was the light of which she was. It was time for her to be free and to shine upon the world. Sherman again held her tightly. Montillio nudging her in his boisterous yet cavalier way. And Sven, with his nod and eyes that told true.

Then she felt it and she knew that it was to be.
She became free.
She became the light.

To be continued

Amidst & Beyond

Admidst & Beyond

In the midst of a mist

Time to cease and desist

For to continue on would prove

Going forward is futile

But back would be imbecile

The wise choice is not to move

Wait the mist out

Then without doubt

The path will be plain to see

Clear as a vision

To make the decision

To follow that path

To be free

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The Thinker and The Drinker

He was always wishful thinking

Stymied only by his drinking

Oh the thoughts his mind did throttle

To be washed away with that next bottle

If only he could see the truth

Not hide behind one hundred proof

Let those thoughts be free and clear

Instead of drowning them with beer

A mind so brilliant and so pure

Yet serenity for him, obscure

Those wishful thoughts, they cause him pain

Like blood or wine they leave a stain

So to drink he will maintain

To quiet his ever thoughtful brain

He Plays Guitar

She lies across his knee

He cradles her form, gently yet firmly

Deft fingers finding all the right spots

Cascading up and down her neck and body

Caressing, clutching, fondling

Pausing now and again

Passionate vibrations emanating from their union

Melodic and sublime

The coda, the climax

Breath heavy, a bead of sweat

He puts forth all that he has

Then rests his head on her shoulder and holds her close

I Fell Today

It was a day like any other

Until I fell

Not because I am clumsy or not paying attention

I just fell

I did not trip, nor did I stumble

It seemed no obstacles were in my way

Yet I fell

Sudden fear, adrenalin

The feeling of weightlessness

As I fell

Visions of pain filled my mind

Perhaps real damage

Because of my fall

I held my breath

Braced for the impact

Hoping that if I fall again it will not be this far


Photo by Lisa



One lone leaf on a tree

An hour ago there were three

A strong autumn wind flew by

Carrying one of the leaves into the sky

Soon after that another breeze blew

And carried another leaf away too

Now there’s one and only one

Quite soon now it’s time will come

To be carried away on a cool fall breeze

Then buried in snow in a frosty freeze

As it sits, it’s time grows short

Soon it will die, alone and cold


Photo by Lisa

Thoughts on Thinking

So, there I was, thinking. I’m always thinking. But, there I was, thinking, why is it that we think? What makes us think? And when we think, are we really accomplishing anything? There is just always so much more to think about!

Thought is a natural process, forever ongoing in our minds. Thoughts can be utterly random or extremely focused. Glimpses of memories, studying for exams, forming master plans, random queries, ruminations and what ifs. In turn, all of these thoughts create feelings. Happiness, regret, sadness, despair, excitement, anticipation, curiosity, love, hate; only felt through thinking.

Can you remember a time when you weren’t thinking? You cannot. We are self aware through thought. We are individual and unique because of thought. This consciousness give us purpose. We think, therefore we are, and if we are, then we must prevail. Thinking gives us the ability to do so.

Now, what of dreams and thoughts? Dreams are thoughts. Subconscious manifestations of the psyche. For even in sleep our minds are at work. Sorting and compiling all of the thinking and all of the feelings.

New thoughts constantly in creation with the pondering of old thoughts. Thinking inspires new feelings, new dreams.

My question now, why would anyone NOT want to think?

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