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Recognizable

It's as though I've seen
your face before...

Blank stare,
searching,
no files located...

Feeling as though
I stand before you,
naked and unarmed,
alone, without
the truth.

Bare none enemy,
however faint,
Blackened nights,
of last resort.

Remembrance
recalled a moment of past.
swept away, unanswered.

Glancing back,
time adjusted,
as though you were
never there.

The unexpected

Life has a funny way of opening windows for
our minds to expand on the unknown.
Not always is it meant to scare us, but perhaps
awaken us.
We do not learn everything from a book, or a classroom.
We do not learn by making judgements solely on tangible evidence.
Only when you let go of everything you thought you knew
to be true, does truth step in.
Does it make itself known by boasting?
Does it force you to believe? to accept?
When experiencing life's little knocks on the door,
the person on the end of the telephone you were just thinking of,
The cold chill that flushes by you, when it's hot out.
Perhaps, these are merely timed messages
to teach us there is so much more that exists.
And depending on what you allow in, will define what
and where, when taken out....

(This entry is for Jason Evans)
The Clarity of Night

Awaited Love

You whispered with a wisp of air,
I love you,
into my ear.

You held me
as if I were your world,
the very glue inside your sphere.

In years of searching,
for love to stay,
countless were the ways...
Your subtlety of tenderness
embrace this heart with grace.

Solitude

Capture me from
the depths of silence,
The frozen space in which
time hollows.
Where breathing stands as still as night,
and emptiness reflects my sight.

Capture me from
boundless journeys,
the woes and the worries.
transpired minds desire.
Where letting go is harder than,
the actual flight.
and surrender is consumed by light.

Capture me
from there to where,
peace remains in calm.

Shelburne Museum, Vermont

Along sidebar are pictures of the Shelburne Museum in
Shelburne, Vermont.
I recently visited the museum and highly
recommend it to everyone.
It takes a full day to view, if not a second day.
There were all kinds of exhibits that I couldn't
cover here.
Mary Cassatt: Friends and Family Webb Gallery.
Warren Kimbles America (Round Barn).
The Dentzel Carousel.
Quilts in bloom.
Just a wonderful place to visit.
The web site is:
www.shelburnemuseum.org
E-mail: info@shelburnemuseum.org
Phone #: (802) 985-3346
So if your in the area, do check it out.

Changing things a bit!

Hello everyone!
I apologize for the lack of new content.
I am in the process of changing a few things
around.
I hope that you will check
back in soon.
Thank you for your patience.

Every breath counts

Once upon a time,
there was a heart,
So disturbed by truth,
It was most certain,
One day it would desiccate and die.

Deep in the hollows,
hidden by shadows,
This ole heart would thump.

It's host was never a party,
saddened by the sulking,
realizations brought to view.

Until one day,
this heart attacked...
Sending this host for a loop!

This heart decided,
it was staying alive,
Be it with this host,
or a host that's new.

Thank you

Well folks, it's over!
To anyone who kept up with my short story
Thank you.
It was easier to continue the story than it was to end it.
I could have come up with all kinds of plots,
devious works, romance. But it was a long short story
remember?
I enjoyed writing it, and I hope that you all enjoyed
reading it. Since I can't tell how many people may have
kept up with the story, I don't know if I'll be writing
another or not in the future. I may just stick to my poetry.

If anyone out there did enjoy the story, please come by and
drop a quick comment. I would appreciate it very much.
Just a minute of your time is all I'm asking.
It helps to have feedback for many reasons.
For one, I will know what I should keep writing and
what I should not.

Anyway, have a great day to all of you.
Looking forward to hearing from you.

Silverspoons (Part 6 short story) Fiction

"Well Ellie, although it was an exhausting trial,
I'm glad it's over."
"Me too Clayton." "What are you going to do from here?
"Lay low, stay out of the public eye as best I can."
"What about you Ellie?"
"Oh, I think I might grab the attention, unlike you,
I could use it." "So your mother got life in prison."
"You know Clayton, what goes around comes around."
"She didn't get what she deserves Ellie, but that will
certainly due."
"I feel bad for my father, but he'll survive."
"Did you see the look on his face when the verdict
was read?" "I just need to get away from it all, you know?"

"I was wondering Ellie, what are your plans for next week?"
"I thought you'd never ask Clayton, I'm going away with you."
"That's what I like, a positive thinker." "You remind me of
Melissa."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment Clayton."
"You should!" "I'm interested in getting to know you better
Ellie, I figure I got a lot of time to spare."
"I'd like to spend as much of it with you as I possibly can."
"Have you've become a mind reader Clayton?"
"That's exactly what I was hoping for."
"Don't forget your bikini!"
"Yeah, that's all I'm bringing..."
"Here's to a new beginning!"

Silverspoons (Part 5 short story) Fiction

"This time I didn't storm in." "Your secretary
showed me in." "When I got your message
that you wanted to see me, I came right over."
"I knew you would be calling me sooner or
later."
"Well Troy, your right there." "I have to admit,
I wanted to see you behind bars." "I've always
thought that you killed Melissa." "Your evidence
and other resources have proven your innocence."
"I wanted to tell you that to your face, and to apologize."
"I still don't like the fact that you aided my mother
with information about Melissa." "Why did you do it Troy?"
"I was angry with you for splitting us up. I found it to be a
way to get back at you, I didn't know she was
planning to kill Melissa." "I swear to that!"
"And of course, blackmail turned its ugly head."
"I know you can't believe it, but I did love your
sister." "I wasn't always good to her, but she knew
in her heart that I did."
"I can't say that this makes us friends Troy, but I
am grateful that you came forward." "Even if it
was with the intention of only clearing your name."
"I knew it would clear you as well Clayton."
"On that note, I guess I'll make my departure."
"Troy!, thanks."
"Yeah, see ya round Clayton!"

Silverspoons (Part 5 short story) Fiction

"Detective's Stowe and Riles are here to see
you Mr. Thornhart."
"Send them in please, and thank you."

"Well you don't seem surprised Mr. Thornhart."
"No, I am not." "My lawyer has filled me in
somewhat."
"We're sorry to inform you of your mother's
involvement." "On the other hand, this does
clear your name." "The purpose of our visit
today is to let you know that we have arrested your
mother this morning." "She's not talking, your father
is out of town, and we are awaiting his arrival."
"We didn't know if you wanted to come down to the
station until he arrives."
"I appreciate the thought, but unless your requiring me to
appear there, I have no interest in that women."
"She is not my mother!"
"We thought if she was scared, she might open up to
you a little." "She is insisting on having her lawyer present."
"That's all we can get out of her."
"I can't help you, I'm sorry." "Here's my card, if you change
your mind, please call us, the sooner the better."
"Thank you, my secretary will show you out."

Silverspoons (Part 5 short story) Fiction

"Where's mother?"
"I don't know Clayton replied Amy, one of
his mother's servants of twenty years."
"Mother!, I know your here, come see me"
"Clayton really, what's with all the screaming?"
"Mother..you don't deserve that title." "You disgust me!"
"Now you can take that attitude and leave young man!"
"The only person leaving will be you, my dear
mother.." "I hope that they throw the book at you."
"Tell me mother, does Father know of your evil ways?"
"Does he know that you had his only daughter killed?"
"Now hold on Clayton, what gives you the right to
speak to me that way." "Right!, you lost any rights you
had for respect!" "I loathe you!"
"The only satisfaction worth coming will be your
damnation to Hell!, be it for the rest of your life or death!"

Silverspoons (Part 5 short story) Fiction

"Are you telling me Troy was trying to help me?"
"Well, in a weird selfish type of way." "His main
goal was to clear his own name, if it helped you
in the process, so be it."
"Your mother was making him crazy with threats."
"I am still shocked to say the least, that my mother
was behind all this." "I mean why?, how could she?,
I don't understand." Apparently, she was jealous
of Melissa, even envious." "She hated that Melissa
made a name for herself." "That your father praised
her to their friends, not so much her!"
"Melissa never knew of this, had she known about
father's praises.." "How could our own mother
hate her child, her flesh and blood." "I can never forgive
her."

"Do the police know of all this?" "I'm sure they do by now."
"They will be visiting you again, you can count on it."
"Don't worry Clayton, I'll be there to help you."
"Ellie, I wanted this to be cleared up for years, to
allow Melissa final peace." "I'm afraid she'll never have it."
"She'll have it Clayton, when she knows that your
resting easy."

Silverspoons (Part 5 short story)Fiction

"I can't believe this is all happening."
"Clayton, you have to stay calm, hear me out."
"Troy Baxter wasn't involved in your sister's killing."
"Nor did he kill this new women." "Your mother had
used him to get information on Melissa's comings
and goings." "Your mother paid him quite well
for that information." "It was shortly after Melissa
gave him the boot, he was in the right place at
the right time to be seduced." "Apparently your
mother wanted Melissa dead for a long time."

"But I don't get it!, why did Troy tried to blame me?"
"I'm guessing it was because you hated him so much."
"I hated what he did to Melissa." "He came forth now,
because the cops were coming down on him hard."
"He knew the only way to clear himself, was to expose
the truth." "And your mother was starting to back him into
a corner." "She got away with it for a long time, but
slipped up." "The word on the street is that she was
bad mouthing the hired guns that killed Melissa."
"Let's just say they retaliated in kind."
"They started planting evidence around town from
Melissa's killing." "Like that dead lady who tied the cases
together." "They knew her world would come crumbling down
eventually." "They were going to see to it!"
"An eye for an eye..." "Troy Baxter just helped that
info surface faster, by taking some of it to you that day."
"It wasn't out of friendship, but he saved your life."