Fight

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It's been a fight to get this writing thing going. At times,

it is a war with self to even fire up the laptop. The good

thing is that GOD is faithful. And although you may step

away.....HE does not. HE is so faithful and just. HE just

moved my boss and friend to the next level of his life.

It is a wonerful thing to have THE MAKER of all things

to take HIS time with me and to not only remember me but love me while the universe bends to

HIS will!

August

I trust you won't let love

See The light of day

if you had the say

there's no way in the wind

our love could be

me i caint wait

to be annointed your saint

in our quaint little town setting

a wedding in white

your knight in shining

climbing to crest

at rest on the rise and fall

i feel small on your breasts

i'm two again

friends and foes alike slow and search

destroy and rebulid

advance and yield

romance and feel for your soul

control you can have it all

i want just a wisp of the breeze

in your hair

i miss your depth ive wept over

missing your supernova

now its all black

life no spark

if i was smart i'd start to run

but i can't live in closure

i need overexposure to your sun

Preview of A Hole In The Sun

I am putting the finishing touches on chapter 8 and started chapter 9 of Angelhunter

I also started an unedited raw opening of a future novel: A Hole In The Sun...a sequel to lol...a future novel Magicman. Here's a preview:

Charlie awakened with the same dream every night in a cold sweat. He was running home from school. He could not wait to get home. The thought of his arrival made him salivate in his sleep. His breathing took on an excited labor with each step as he ran from the bus. Charlie could hear the school bus door open as if he were really there. He never told the staff doctor about the dreams. The physician would certainly prescribe more of the rancid medicines they already gave him. He knew that his meds helped to keep him alive. And alive is just what he always needed to be. Charlie wanted to be as sober as possible. Who else could possibly warn everyone about the tear in the back of the universe should it rip free again? No, he must remain vigilant at all times. The dream was the little snippet of allowance he took every night for himself. The same seductive nightmare played over and over and over again. Charlie silently smiled as his palpitations eased into a warm feeling in his soul. It was like a heroin addict running panting sprinting to finally find his favorite needle. He was flooded with that joy for his fix. Charlie's REM was steady but jumping, almost twitching his eyes out their orbital traps. His hand readied the seemingly giant door to his room. He squeezed the knob and gripped it like a child hold a box at Christmas, still in awe that it's potential contents could be his. Charlie's treasures await him with but a twist of the wrist and subsequently he was bathed in a deep yellow light. It was a summer time light that marked the coming of the fall as the sun would be chased away by the rich but chilly pre winter changes. The light could've come from ...what did his friend from so long ago call it? .....The Heaventh....? Yes, that was it....The very Heaventh itself. Strange it was to hear the -th at the end of Heaven, it gave it the realm an importance that Charlie would never understand until he met his Maker on that great and awesome day. Until then, Charlie has this Heaventh: the little black box.

Notorious

I have been chasing this dream......

...ok more like walking and taking stops along this weird path I have journeyed. I am notoriously unmotivated in spurts. Yet I'm incredibly fired up at the most recent degree of annoyance. My job doesn't really push me to that point. It's jobs period. I find it hard to get up and clock in. I feel like the guy in 'Wanted'. I just want to jump up and yell the F word and walk! But then my inner enemy would just slowly walk me down. I would soon return to the old mundane life. That's just me. but Iv'e had circumstances that have forced me to get off my duff and produce. To the point of where I've been afforded internet access and give no choice but to write. Hence, the logo: Indigo Press lives. I just want to write. I think we all are given the internal fire to chase our dreams. What motivates you? What will inspire that change? I had suffered setbacks probably most if not all of 2009. But I still feel as if I am on the brink of greatness. Self determined greatness defined by being able to do what is calling me internally: write. What makes you tick? What inspires you? Find that fire, as I struggle through the muck and mud that is my ever-notorious enemy: me.