Thursday, May 16, 2013
When round in the Moonlit mist of May
Mid woods and in shadows long and gray
Shines a twilight mist all pale and plenty
As the Sapphire Princess slips down her Moon gantry
To dance with her court in a fairy's foray
And celebrate summer in advent sashay
Festooned in presque' flower and scented trimerous
Their fairy recital resounds with a chorus
Spry foot, hand in hand, the dancers all circle
They'll ply for her favor, bedeck her in tendril
She'll titter and wink, her suitors she'll nuzzle
Aroused by dandelion nectar, and truffles
Whence all in such fashion attentions go absent
Inconnu might steal up to glimpse on a moment
The petite exhibition, while cloaked in low branches
But, concealment's no safety at May Fairy Dances
When daylight returns, the fomenter can't transient
With bark on his limbs, now a tree for a spirit
Bright days and long nights, he'll pay for his spying
The moment was stolen, come spring he is pining
For May's Moonlit dances and the Sapphire Princess
Saturday, May 11, 2013
art work by; behance.net/gallery/Steampunk/6956193
Anthony! I am just calling in to say, I won't be coming to work,
EVER! Oh, and to tell you I won't be returning the Centrifuge either.
We are fine and dandy right where we are. You see the land of the
past is not so complicated, as had we imagined. Well digressions
abound now, I can hear myself like an plaintive echo.
Parenthetically, I self-bore constantly. All seems so trite to one
who has visited an anomaly of times and places. As for the past, it
works nicely once one comprehends the limits.
from now on I am in control. You shall receive communications on your
cell or my blog. I am posting my observations and a few snaps like
the selfie you will see there already. I took the liberty of housing
the Centrifuge in an old rail car, don't worry, I didn't mess things
up this time. It was headed to the bottom of the bay and I just love
the grand interior, (more pics of that later).
these are my conditions, you will accept them as you have no choice.
Ha ha, blimey, I love doing this to my old professor! First; you must
stay out of the past for the present, break that rule and you, your
family, whatever you hold dear will change in a heartbeat and
there's nothing you or anyone can do about it. Every Time-jump goes
through all the parallel layers like a flash bulb going off, so you
can't be missed. Second; I will visit from time to time to see how
the research is going. I think we want to attempt a wider swath of
visible zone integrity. Oh yes, you probably had not theorized the
limits of the spatial element. The Centrifuge is capable of
reassembling only a limited parallel of visible space due to the size
of electron charge. So that is what you will be working on now, and
thirdly; neither you nor any of the government meddlers are allowed
in the continuum, this is my absolute. There is no violence, death or
illness here and I intend to keep it that way. It is a magical ride
that gives me eternal bliss so do not mess this up!
Anthony, I had to remove myself to a safe place. I expect you are
wondering, “what was that all about?” The phone calls, the drama,
so dorky. Well, my younger self, made too many mistakes. All the
jumping I was doing ran the risk of too many of me popping up here
there and everywhere. You get the snippet? Oh don't worry I left him
on a plush island that won't be discovered for two hundred years
after he dies, I can be so stupid in some of my earlier self’s! God
I hate previous duplicity, such a whiner, my later self is much more
refined, you engender that I am sure?
now I am much improved on reassembling previous events. Care to
discover who committed an unsolved crime? More on that.......Oh,
flatulence! I am as bored as a drooling glitch zone. They do happen
you know, dreariness can be oddly appealing, compared to the
uninhabitable past. Hey! Did I tell you that everyone in the past is
like a slo-mo shadow, you can only see through a blue lenses? Pretty
gnarly daddy-o! I believe their forms leave an electron path that
exists after they move on, crazy wild, Anthony, hey, behave and I
might just swoop you down for a visit, since BTW, I just last night,
snapped up your girlfriend, she digs time punking immensely. Tah tah! .. ...click!
So, from now on I am in control. You shall receive communications on your cell or my blog. I am posting my observations and a few snaps like the selfie you will see there already. I took the liberty of housing the Centrifuge in an old rail car, don't worry, I didn't mess things up this time. It was headed to the bottom of the bay and I just love the grand interior, (more pics of that later).
Well these are my conditions, you will accept them as you have no choice. Ha ha, blimey, I love doing this to my old professor! First; you must stay out of the past for the present, break that rule and you, your family, whatever you hold dear will change in a heartbeat and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it. Every Time-jump goes through all the parallel layers like a flash bulb going off, so you can't be missed. Second; I will visit from time to time to see how the research is going. I think we want to attempt a wider swath of visible zone integrity. Oh yes, you probably had not theorized the limits of the spatial element. The Centrifuge is capable of reassembling only a limited parallel of visible space due to the size of electron charge. So that is what you will be working on now, and thirdly; neither you nor any of the government meddlers are allowed in the continuum, this is my absolute. There is no violence, death or illness here and I intend to keep it that way. It is a magical ride that gives me eternal bliss so do not mess this up!
So Anthony, I had to remove myself to a safe place. I expect you are wondering, “what was that all about?” The phone calls, the drama, so dorky. Well, my younger self, made too many mistakes. All the jumping I was doing ran the risk of too many of me popping up here there and everywhere. You get the snippet? Oh don't worry I left him on a plush island that won't be discovered for two hundred years after he dies, I can be so stupid in some of my earlier self’s! God I hate previous duplicity, such a whiner, my later self is much more refined, you engender that I am sure?
Pshaw, now I am much improved on reassembling previous events. Care to discover who committed an unsolved crime? More on that.......Oh, flatulence! I am as bored as a drooling glitch zone. They do happen you know, dreariness can be oddly appealing, compared to the uninhabitable past. Hey! Did I tell you that everyone in the past is like a slo-mo shadow, you can only see through a blue lenses? Pretty gnarly daddy-o! I believe their forms leave an electron path that exists after they move on, crazy wild, Anthony, hey, behave and I might just swoop you down for a visit, since BTW, I just last night, snapped up your girlfriend, she digs time punking immensely. Tah tah! .. ...click!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Upon hearing his name for the first time, coming out of the coma, Bascomb was confused. Both his mother and the doctor repeated it continuously as if it alone contained the magical curing power able to return his brain to lucidity.
He pondered the sound but for some obtuse reason his brain seemed to settle instead on “button, button, button! That and a craving for something for which he had previously called beer.
Hitherto, minds such as his were the most taken for granted element of a young life. Now the underappreciated activity of simple synapses and their logical firings would determine whether or not he would cradle his unborn child or even direct his fingers and arms to simply strike a match, or play pull-my-finger with his firecracker nephew.
Tubes ran into his limp extremities and monitors, arranged along his bedside whined and beeped his present condition. One showed brain wave function, while a notable activity persisted there, his family had been warned, that it might simply be a reaction to pain. The morphine was gradually being reduced to trick the chance of a wakeful response and learn of possible brain damage.
For three days he had teetered between the land of the living and the micros wherein lay the living lost. He alone knew where he had been all these weary days and nights. Pure exhaustion carried his mind through a mental parallel to see the trace physique of those about his youthful purpose. Harmlessly bumping into the thoughts of the unemployed actor who cleaned the room with a swivel mop and weighed his shaky career while sitting on the foot of the bed and sipping from a silver flask.
Pale light of morning allowed him the opportunity to see his doctor massaging the shoulders of the ward nurse as she wept over the legal papers informing her of her husband’s demand for divorce.
In that period as his wife stood nearby, he learned his child was male and had all his toes and fingers. But the thing that constantly played along his mental path was the feel of the little girl, while in his arms. Her cold skin clammy in his hands. How still and lifelessly she had drooped in his grip. Struggling to revive her, without hesitation, tossing off the gloves to help make tight, mouth to mouth followed by chest compressions. He felt certain there was a pulse before he gave her over to the cops. His brain tightened again and again on her gentle fingers and rich dark eyes that seemed to reach far into dark infinity. Deep and consoling, now she tried to comfort him.
“It’s not so bad. I already have new friends,” her whispers seemed to fly into his languid mind. Her coaxing smile seemed irresistible.
Now his EKG raced wildly and the doctor called for a nurse. His eyelids fluttered, spine arching in grotesque pain, eyes rolling back, he blacked out from the pain in his charred hands.
“Increase the morphine drip!” He heard the doctor tell the Ward Nurse. His mother sobbed and backed out to give room to the staff, knocking to the floor, a flowered plant and bumping into the unemployed actor, who stood just outside the open door. His mind was wrapped with the thought of how he might play the fire fighter hero in the movie version of the story and how it might make a better role if he did not make it.
Monday, April 29, 2013
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Hey, Anthony, me again. So I'm posting notes to my blog, in case this doesn't ever get heard. (probably look like a crackpot prank, ha ha) Yeah, so time is radically slower, but I am finding that stuff is strange to the touch too. Sort of soft, yeah, and cool to hold, that's weird. Anyway, I hope the next hop will answer a bunch of questions. I wonder if I left a body back there, will I also leave one here? I suppose I must be gone altogether because even my clothes are here, everything inside the centrifuge is here. So a guy could bring a virus from the future and really mess up a lot of peoples lives to come. Man, this stuff is pretty scary when you think about it. Just sitting here feels like pulling on this loose thread of some sweater and it's like unraveling the whole fabric of time. Now that IS heavy. Also, if everybody is static energy, and I'm from the future, will people in the past see a shadow on the wall, just for an instant, when I pass the place where they are standing, right now? Because I think the strangest thing about this place is not that no one else is here, but what is freakier than the thought of Stephen King on crack, is...that I feel like I am being watched, and it's freaking me a little. Wow, back later. ..click.
Well, I got things set for twenty four hours ahead. I am turning off the cell, just in case, what with the energy surges, a risk to avoid. Right...just a little nervous...trying to remember everything. Right... it's all set...so here goes...wish me luck. ..click.
Whoa, what a blast! Anthony, I made the jump ahead! Hey, so I am pretty dizzy now. I am going to check out the situation and get right back, hold the phone. ..click
Oh man, Anthony! I think we are back in action, I went around to the places by the old Court House and things seem to be right like they were to begin with, or...tomorrow...you know? Okaaay, I have to return now...so I will need to reprogram the settings, talk soon. ..click
Alllrighty then, I just have to wait for the flywheels to generate enough inertia to make the next hop back to the present time. Sooo, just sitt'n in the past and enjoying the privacy, indeed. Feel'n pretty jazzed about this time travel thing. Sort of a pioneer, like walking on the Moon...well not as cool as that, but we are making History Anthony, you and me...and just...CRAP! Anthony, I am sitting here looking up at the stars, and this big bird thing flies right over me! That is very very strange, man that can't happen.
Hello?... This is Anthony...who's this? Is this Jake, are you punk'n me?
Anthony, hold on! It's me, calling from the lab. (Well sort of) Did you get my messages?
Well...? Whoever this, I am going back to bed...Good-bye!
Anthony, don't hang up, there's someone here! I can see him now, he's just standing there, looking right at me. Anthony, Antho... I see...his face, it's...ME! ...click.
Friday, April 12, 2013
While tiny perfect snowflakes
Fell about me,
Within a haze
Of ethereal fantasy
The silent perfection
Of each tiny crystal
Can never hold you
Your perfect gaze
In the fantastic infinity
Of just one perfect flake of snow
You, somehow, still exist
As a minute possibility
Thursday, March 28, 2013
(continued from “Nobody Home”)
Anthony, I'm back messaging again! We're definitely dealing with a serious mess. Low
charge on my phone so this may end shortly, dunno... Remember the
electricity from a potato trick? I managed with six good sized ones
and some copper wires and zinc plated nails to trickle onto this
thing so I think this will be my best hope for fixing things here and
getting back. God I hope we can do it!
had some time to consider the mess I'm in...all of us I guess. What
ever is going on here I don't know, but things are freak'n slowed way
down somehow. Even the light seems less brilliant and when I cranked
up a Victrola, the speed was waaaay slow. So, if I get the Centrifuge
to reset, I think I can jump ahead and get things right. Nut'n to
loose, right? Well this is the deal...everyone in the past is dead
right? That seems logical, and no matter where I go it's like a
constant, not even a bug, so I am looking at a loop in the light from
a spot in time. I can move around in it and I can touch stuff, but
what ever I do may mess with all of us in the future....I can jump
from one point to another but it's always just like a picture. So if
I break something or try to hide the gun Booth used to kill Lincoln,
I will make things in the future shift a little, or even a lot. I
wonder if I may already have had a big shift in what we were all
doing before I began pulling pages from that sears catalog in the
outhouse. Maybe the County Judge would have bought his kid the
bicycle on those pages, and he won't break his neck, instead he'll go
fight in Europe, and end up killing Einstein's dad or
something...RIGHT? Well just imagine if the Germans ended up with the
'bomb' and well, the good ole USA is a giant wasteland now? Crap!
Heavy I know...but that's why I got to jump ahead and fix the stuff I
messed with, even if it only works one more time...right?
removed some papers from that outhouse, for a souvenir, and...when I
left there, stuff had already changed. Like that! I mean there was
sidewalks when I got here and now there is just a dirt path, so crap,
I really did stink up the place!
When you get
this, your day should be just like it would have been. The control
panel is working, got into it and made an override and it will send
me one day earlier. I think that's best so I don't tax the power
supply making a long jump....save some to get back....well the thing
is I could reappear right where someone left a wagon or whatever just
so you know. That could just make things even worse, jeez, what a
mess. As best I can tell, I should pop right back into that open spot
you had picked. I hope the chamber doesn't get damaged...anyway if
you have to come after me, that's where I'll be.
that's it for now, wish me luck, and if it's not possible...well I'll
understand. I will just wait and keep out of trouble, but if it
doesn't work out, I think I will need to disappear. Sorta like you
said, “If you aren't part of the solution just get out of the way
and let the future do it's
here's to us and man I hope we can pull this off...cuz this place
will really get you messed up fast! Heck on your end I probably sound
like I'm inhaling helium when I talk, ha ha, hysterical eh?
it's been cool, and scary, so ok. I'm signing off, man, bye for now.
Oh yeah, don’t let my kid think I was a total screw up, I'm going
to fix this time thing, man, after all I broke it.
if I could just get that slo-mo version of “Yellow Rose of Texas”
out of my head...….click.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
I hope you get this...in case you don't I left a note explaining
everything. (Wow, that was dumb!) I'm not sure how to tell
you... I guess I just have to come right out and say it. I
went into the centrifuge tonight, I thought I would go blind from
the bright light, but I'm alright, I mean it really works and
you are truly a genius! The control is
malfunctioning, so I need you to please override every thing from
there. Well, sorry but I knew you would just talk me out of it, but
I'm fine, no side effects. Man, all your
theories were right. So?...I am talking
to you from one hundred years ago! Since I am able
to hear the voice mail message on my cell, I think your concept of
time parallels was right. If you hear me, pick up, or call me
back. So exciting...click
it's 2 am, call as soon as you hear this. I know you will because I
called my voice mail and changed the message and then called back.
God it's cool, call it and listen, it's like I'm talking to myself in
the future. I really want to thank you for giving me this, well, this
great chance to work in your lab. Don't think I just wanted to take
the glory or something, that's all yours. You just consider me your
little human Guinea Pig, and well thanks. Got some great pictures on
my phone and sent them to my blog...I was looking at them just a bit
ago on my cell. Everything is so astonishing, did you know the
courthouse had his and hers outhouses? Jeez they did use Sears in
there, I wonder if I shouldn't have left a loaf from the future?
Hey it's getting light and I think people will be getting up soon. I
really don't want to make contact with. ..you know, just in
case....isn't that right? Call me as soon as you get to the lab and
reverse the dynamo. I wonder if I can bring anything back without
messing with the time continuum? Just a letter from the trash or
something...hey, call, it's so incredible, I want to talk to
someone and see what they're like...bye....click
it's 6 am, I just called the New York Times, crazy
you know... just so I could hear them pickup. Well it just
rang, so I guess they must not man that line...right...So it's light
here now...There isn't any movement yet. Very lovely..and quiet. Well
we will have to go over all this, I have like 100 pictures on my
phone. Call...call soon...click
Anthony, this is so weird. Everything is like a museum. I can't find
anyone anywhere. What's strange is that there had to be people here
not long ago. Lamps are burning in the homes, it's like they all went
somewhere. Well I probably shouldn't have entered peoples homes here,
I don't think ...man! It's too crazy... I didn't think it will
hurt... In case anything goes wrong, well...you know....if you can't
bring me back? That's so lame, to hear me say...just don't come here!
I can't exactly say why because we didn't figure on this one...but I
sorta think there isn't anyone here. I looked all over and there's
nobody, it's uninhabited. I mean it makes sense when you think about
called everyone, I can't get a pickup. Anthony, I think I screwed
LOW....BATTERY STRENGTH CRITICAL...PLACE PHONE IN
CHARGING CRADLE...BATTERY LOW........ . . . . .
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
When I see you coming,
A hand to shield the sun
Hair in the wind
A song upon your lips.
You'll smile with the breeze
Bright light dancing in your glance
Yesterdays will fade away,
When I see you coming.
A smile will enchant your brow
Your pace will quicken
And so, my heart,
When I see you coming.
But sparseness casts my thoughts
As minioned hearts do wane
With troubled eyes I strain,
Till I see you coming
Monday, December 17, 2012
|Right then; he discovered himself shivering in a lifeless culvert, painful shards of juvenile laughter reverberated through his head.|
Right then; a black beetle, basking in the morning Sun, relished a new scent and turned in pursuit of the curious redolence.
Right then; two grackles were startled by approaching voices and flew out of the tall grass with bits of cookie in their black beaks.
Right then; a father pulled in the driveway, tickets for the ball game lay on the dashboard. He was surprised that no one bounded out the open door to greet him.
Right then; two boys dropped their bikes and raced to catch a purple balloon, scooting across a vacant lot, they found a red slipper too.
Right then; the unattended puppy, still wearing a Happy Birthday note, was jubilantly scampering about the open gate..
Right then; a delivery truck backed over a lone slipper, and crumpled a new tricycle.
Right then; a bifocaled man sat and gloomily reread the ruling of the state parole board. He stared long at the unblinking light, and wondered what would be on for lunch.
Right then; the young mother, dreamily leaned across the sheets to kiss her new boyfriend, and wondered where the draft was coming from.
Right then; a shopkeeper returned from the dumpster, and called the police to report a discarded bloody bathrobe.
Right then; Dr. Witstruck considered a socialworkers request to expand her clients medication, he determined the need to be in excess of the HMO guidelines and wondered what would be on for lunch.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
You must tell me what flower you wish for me to plant.
If your love is true, it will bloom in your absence.
There are not so many things that I can give to you,
but those that I can are enough, if you truly care for our love.
Though my nights are your days we come around,
like your star, one day and one night, and repeatedly thus.
When the star I have chosen for you hangs above your pillow,
you will see what I have wished for us.
On the right day, the things you want shall be yours, if it is to be,
and you have not over wished your star.
In my heart is a big hurt that needs to be filled with a special force,
I hope that it can be you.
Be certain you have chosen well in your mind and not just in your heart,
for if your pain is too great, any choice may do, for a while.
There are not so many things that I can give to you,
but those that I can are enough, if you truly love.
and flowers choose to bloom.