Hiding From The Moon

Breathing hard he tore through the woods, in and out he cycled cool moist night air. Light from the silver glow of the full moon belched out upon the woodlands. Free. He felt free, felt as if he had not been alive in years. Strength and power surged through him, rushing through his veins as he let loose and ran though the underbrush, snatches of branches and brambles nipping at him, taking tufts of hair as he passed. He didn’t care about leaving traces, he was free.

Stopping at a stream he knelt and drank, long slow draws from the cold water, water that fed the earth, fed him. I am the night, I am the earth, I am the power he thought, all the power in the universe. He had forgotten just how good it felt to run, feeling his powerful muscles move him along. Feeling his lungs exercise and work for a change. He pushed his body hard, only to have it respond by wanting more. It felt good, so he ran. Read the rest of this entry »

I am a leaf

I am a leaf on the wind
Floating blythely on the breeze
It is the sky which I own

I go where I am taken
Till wind comes to blow again
To new places I call home

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Her Offer

No one refused her offer, and no one realized that mistake until it was too late.  Some would call her a black widow, except she didn’t take the long road getting married and hooked into their money.  No, she wasn’t in it for the money, she was in it for the thrill, the thrill of the kill.

A beautiful woman to be sure, gorgeous even, called “hot” by many a man.  More than looks she had intelligence and talent.  She knows how to work what she has, as well as how to work the crowd.  She would have whomever she chose eating out of her hand in minutes. This was in part because she was that good, but also because guys are stupid and think with the wrong head more often than not, which made them easy marks.

For her, it was a game.  She lost the lust for love long ago, and now she was a machine, a machine seeking revenge against the male half of the species for all women scorned.  It had become more than just revenge for every wrong doing against her, every late night braggart taking her heart and feelings freely given and leaving behind cold desperate emptiness.  She was now in her mind an equalizer, hurting them before they could hurt anyone else.

The routine was almost that, people don’t change and patterns develop.  Late nights at the clubs and parties, revealing clothing, caught glances, pouting lips mouthing wanted words, quick getaway to some private place, and finally the finale before the escape.

It was all too easy, men were far too trusting, just as she had been some time in the past.  Simple application of college chemistry to fabricate the killer concoction.  Applied to her lips above a protective coating meant she didn’t even have to undress, she could kill without so much as damaging her modesty.  Well, except for one encounter where her mark refused to kiss her, a superstition or  some such nonsense.  No matter, it didn’t save him.  There are other areas where men put faith in a womans lips, and there the poison works just as well.

So here it is my brothers, a warning to you all.  If you are out working the scene, hunting a night of anonymous pleasure.  Be wary when she offers herself to you, for if it is this huntress that I have spoken of, this might just be the truth that really is too good, too good to be true.

Across The Bus

I am a geek by trade, and this is just a silly little rhyme that popped into my head. It doesn’t make any sense, but maybe it doesn’t have to. I liked it none the less, so I thought I’d share.

Silicone systems synching bits and bytes across the bus,
Dumping data downloads user not unlike one of us,
Relays regard registers transistors transition types,
Broken busted bent data comes pouring pounding past pipes,
Cpu’s cogitate copious binary bitstorms,
Drives deliver details while ram resists refuted rest,
Display adapters draw dainty pictures put upon protons,
Animated angles acquired picture pretty photons.

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Today And Tomorrow

Today
I dream about tomorrow
Tomorrow
I remember yesterday
Yesterday
I dreamt about the future
Now
I can only dream of you

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Humorous Twist On Old School Rhyme

From some dusty memories of drama class, a twist on Mary Had A Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,
It’s fleece was black as soot,
Everywhere that Mary went,
The sooty foot he put.

Aah, those were the days!