playing with poetry, sometimes I just get in the mood

On the shores tween night day and day
waits my life,seems far away
as it drifts the dreamless shores
becons me to dance some more

but with haste I tarry not
for the dream is cold not hot
life it waits for me this day
with a soul not far away.

As I watch him deep asleep
I wonder if my love he keeps
then a smile as eyes awake
takes me, close my love awake.

#2
In a day of blue and green
beyond the stars so rarely seen
lays a place of peace so true
a place just made for me and you.

If by chance we tarry not
upon the sad and careless lot
thrown to us from every sort
to make us wish for death of course.

But I've felt this peace before.
Was it somewhere, a different shore?
Was it a place beyond all dreams
A place of laughter, never screams.

Yes I know it! That dark dim space
I see it now beyond this place.
We must attempt to travel there
if we as humans our lives to spare.

Forgiveness wanes, before our eyes.
Death and smoke and babies cry.
We can make this moment stop
if we just think about this clock.

For it ticks and soon will end.
Who will answer for all thats been.
If we not speak and stop the slaughter
no one remains, no son nore daughter.

With a clap of hands devine.
All will end, including time.
Then answer all for what we've done.
You had your chance, your time is done!

#3
I saw a man who had no shoes
he begged me for a dollar
I went about my merry way,
his life I didn't ponder.

Then as I left to find my car
the man was not alone.
Huddled near him was his wife
her face, the worry shone.

I pondered all of what I had.
The meal I had eatten.
Then took my coat from off my back
my life to me was Eden.

I gave the man the shoes I wore,
the blanket from my car seat.
They smiled at me and waved so sweet.
No sight could warm me more.

Then on my door,
arriving home
a note taped on my window.
Thank you for the shoes and such.
God bless you, signed just
"Jesus."

Heres something new and fun

go check it out, you might want to play too, get them creative juices flowing. I'm going to, even though I do mostly silly, it will get me motivated..You guys know me, I need all the motivation I can find :)
1000 words a month, we can do it!

go to, http://www.insearchofgiants.com/

Working on Writing

That said, forget it! Writing is a joy not work, at least to me anyway. I write to get something said. Let's think about that sci fi adventure for a moment...I make a quick outline sometimes, who are my characters, what are they doing in life and how does that pertain to my story? Settings, if they are important, I jot that down to..usually if I have a whole lot of characters involved, I make notes. It just sucks when I'm writing and I forget someones name, so I can glance at my notes and poof, there they are. Same with scientific stuff, google it, get it right, you'd be surprised how many folks will catch that mistake. Made up scientific stuff, that's cool...they sure as heck won't find that on google, or will they? As a time traveler, I can make sure it's listed....can't I.
Well, I'm off to work some more, my poor character is lost in a snow storm, the only way out is a cat...who keeps showing up. Go figure, wonder why this cat is even out there? Hmmm, I think I have an answer, I'll let you know.
Have a most wonderful day..by the way, a blizzard is heading our way..gotta get out that shovel :(
Live long and be Phosphorus.
Go write something.

So..I've been having a hard time writing...but!

Today I got an idea! Scarey huh? I've been reading a cool excerpt about a cat involved with a mystery and thought, hey I can write one. Completely different of course but a mystery just the same. You all know I have a dozen cats..well, what if slowly one by one they disappear. For that touch of wierd, I may have one..a ghost help find the others. What if, it all has to do with this old 2 story building I bought, what if that giant room (it's really a cistrene I think) hides something, something that someone wants back and can't get as long as we're here. What if?
So, I'm making notes, kinda an outline..who what where when and why...
Then, after I've read my ideas again, this is what I do...I turn on some sountracks, then sit down at this puter, surrounded by all the beasties...and write. I never edit until I'm finished, might break my train of thought. When I do get into write mode, I just snack, no heavy meals through the day until; Beer thirty. Then it's time to cook supper, pour my favorite brewski over a tall glass of ice and enjoy my evening.
Well, this is my plan.
Whats down in that hidden room?
Who are these guys
Where have they taken my cats
When will I figure out this puzzle
Why am I asking you?
LOLOL.
Have a most awesome day today, live long and be Phosprous.
God bless
bye
Cya