Go nigh-nights

Tonight, with this light so bright, illuminated
is the blight that has caused such a fright
And if I may or if I might,
let not the monsters eat me this night
but if they do, then I’m really screwed
heard the ugly one likes to make folks into shoes
wonder what I’d be good for, or if I’d be left, dusty and unused?

Artillery Horse

Steam falls from venting nostrils

Legs shake, soaked in sweat

Hooves sink in blood-splashed mud

Flea eaten shoulders strain in straps

Wheels slide and slip

Leather creaks and splits

Hills rise and fall

Shaped by shell and shock

time...

Time is an incredible thing

It is not patient

And it is not kind

It defines

And

It slips away with a glass of wine

Time rings in our ears as we rush to and fro

Sluggishly slides by like a slow hopping toad

Time is complex

Time is a killer

Time has been judged

Tried

And set free

No one can lock it up

No one can hold it long

For

Time is an incredible thing

Tears...

The rumbling of the engine was like an aftershock rippling through the earth

The blades biting into the clay like hungry animals

The earth cries out in anguish at this violation

Rocked to her core she begins to weep

Muddy tears spring from her ruddy gashes

Blood

Blood as black as night pulses through her veins

Surging up

Up

Swelling towards those injuries

Those splits in her skin

It explodes from the dusty ground like a shattered artery

With every beat of her heart blood spills into the hot air

She bleeds until she’s dry

The rumbling engine stops

The boots march away

All that is left is a torn gash in the earth and the dried tears of the matriarch

Breath

The Great War:

Breath steams and pours from dry lips

Boots sink and squelch in mud

Dirty nails bite tooled wood

Mortars fall like mothers tears

Splashing to earth like falling stars

The rain stops

The fire lifts

The whistle blows

A shout

A shout

Comes like a whisper in the breeze

“Charge the wall! Charge the wall!”

 Ladders we climb

Fields we storm

Bullets we let fly

Blood we spill

Mire we fall to

Breath steams and pours from bloody lips

Thunder rolls with the ring of guns

Rain begins to fall

Pinging and clinking on dented helmets

Shakily written letters bleed into the freezing ground

Blood soaked words that lovers will never see

Tear soaked farewells fathers will never give

Yippy Ki Yay!!!

I have just finished shooting my final project for my film class and once it is fully edited, I will post a link to its location on YouTube!

Hope you all have a great sumer!

Cheers!

The Kraken.....

What hath awoken me from my slumber

I lay resting among the mysteries of the deep

Rising now to this call

Pangs of long past memories haunt me

I know now why I rise

Why my slumber was disturbed

I rise to the call of hunger

I must feed

The Homesick Diary...

"Days have turned to weeks, to months, to years. All that I have seen are the inner walls of this ship. Space no longer holds my interest. I used to sit on the observation deck and watch for hours as we drifted past all the marvelous things scattered throughout these galaxies. Nothing is marvelous anymore. You being gone has sucked the light out of my little world, my love. Is it cold where you are? It is here, despite the ships heating units, it is still cold. Cold that is felt deep in my bones. Yesterday one of the landing parties came back aboard after visiting a colony, no one would say what had happened but they came back with a little girl, she speaks sign language and one of the sailors, Boemont I think, communicates with her. She was alone I think, like me. My darling, my desire to live is fading, I feel like an outcast. I fear that I may make some rash decisions due to my current state. Come back to me..."

Jonathan Lupo - Civilian Aboard Centurion

Great Balls of Fire!!

It's been a while since I've said anything! Not that what I have to say is important, but maintaining a web-presence requires the persistence to write even when you have nothing to say or, have plenty to say and can't find the words! Any who, back in school and trying to balance homework and my social life. I've been finding that school is winning out and unfortunately this is the case all across the board. I've found that my own struggles and issues make themselves known in the most annoying way possible. My internal dialogue is distracting me from having normal conversations or interactions with others at time. In some cases I feel vary much like an introvert, not sharing my feelings or thoughts with anyone to the point of mental combustion. I need to learn to speak up, be myself, be willing to take a risk, say no to things, get upset, be happy, be willing to say those three words, travel, live wild, make connections and be the real, 100% me.

No more mental hostage taking, no more of this.

Filming...

So I just got back from a Nelson Alley film shoot in San Diego. Awesome time, crew and a chance to visit with family. Being on set and running back and forth was a great feeling. Reminded me of working in theater and the thrill of getting the show ready on time and what not. I love show business...

New to You, New to Me...

Been a while since I've given some insight or even just rambled... So here I go. It's been a busy past year. Wrapping up junior college and now deciding on a major university, completed a contract with Pret A Manger in New York as well as a fare amount of travel. Got back from New York a while ago and while on my flight I put several ideas to paper. While still writing Tropical Trouble as well as the Centurion Chronicles, I will also be writing a series of crime stories. I am a big fan of fun crime shows, Bones, Castle, the Finder and Burn Notice. So I started my own, a little dark at first, but it picks up. The story is based around a young, female college student who is studying neuro linguistic programming at the San Francisco University of Sciences and a retired CIA agent turned freelance who team up to solve international crimes between class periods. On top of starting a new story I have been brought into the fold at nelsonalley.com which is pretty awesome, hope to be making more happen there soon. Well, cheers and have a lovely new year.