Reminiscent the sensational tales
Santa calling
How incredible
I had no idea what was coming
Just before the count of forty
Omnipotent
Walking among us
Living with us
In us
Martian
Of the thirty-ninth hour
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LIVE FROM THE BLACK BOX UNIVERSAL
Unbent
On impact
Not eclipsed
By innovation
Or swallowed up
By the tide of times
Water tight
Air tight
In the face of intrusion
Unscathed by radiation rays that alter
Hostile waves that deform
Echoes
Of the black box
Universal
ANY MOMENT NOW
I hear sound of the wind
From whence
Destination alike
Mystery profound
I look into the sky
Hand of destiny
Longer than time
Powerful than force
Drawing
Raising
Effortlessly
Relentlessly
Divine appointment
Of all
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FAIREST OF THEM ALL
Glowing like no other
Before
Non ever after
Light giving
Sight
Brilliance awe striking
That overflowed with life abundance
She sparkled
Leaving a blazing trail in her wake
West bound
Without equal
Glamour
Fairest of them all
WITHIN THE ENDEARING EMBRACE
…Of
The solar eclipse
Lies mystery ingrained
Perfect union
Before all things
Profound
Malevolent’s worst nightmare
Sentimental attachment
Gallant
Triumphant
SEAMLESS
Bits and pieces
Of the same piece
Falling in place
Seamlessly
Preserve of eternity
Enclosed within the footpath
Golden
True in outlook
Noble in substance
Right
Pure
Lovely in feel
And admirable
Adorned with excellence
Praiseworthy in domain
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INVASION…THE “F” FACTOR
It was the matchless story of ages, the spectacle of the Nations and the untold mystery of world’s greatest wonder articulated in a magnificent performance of the season. The awesome display of a refined synchronized work of art, gift and beauty converged in a grand public statement of the blazing trail. It was the story of past, present and future unfolding along a common story-line in such an ineluctable fashion there were simply no words to depict. The sponsors and critics of fate and destiny alike were engrossed in a heated endless contest on which way the spectacle was exactly headed. Yet it seemed truth lay way beyond either, rapidly moving forward in a life of her own, a domain elusive from the wit and scrutiny of the naked mind and eye respectively, with the child like simplicity of the substance it bore: Truth! Continue reading “INVASION…THE “F” FACTOR”
WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!
The Grand finale… continued from last week’s “The Sons o Balaam”
He encircled his lucrative target one more time spreading over the expansive plain and came descending upon the unsuspecting kindred, ready to unleash terror from all faculties. His indicators confirmed the landmine was in place. There was not a chance for escape, even for the luckiest. This would be the day truth is wiped off the map of the world. Maybe he had something to be proud of after all. Maybe he was really at the verge of making history. Maybe it was worth the carrot or the carrot worth the effort, he thought to himself as he lowered his thumb on the detonator,his face displaying great anticipation.
“Your long miserable trek just got nastier folks!” He sarcastically muttered to himself. Continue reading “WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!”
THE SONS OF BALAAM
Continued from last week’s Land Mine of the Great Trek…
It’s been said unlike poles attract. As the luminary flew his jet over the plain there was no doubt in his mind he represented an extreme contrast to the kindred underneath. The thought their identity would ultimately take dominion over the earth gave him a strongly repulsive churn in his stomach laced with monumental proportions of anger. As he casually glanced over the detonator, he knew he had turned into a different person. He knew he was doing the wrong thing. But then it’s whom he had become! How could he be so wrong yet feel so right? For he found himself knowing one thing yet by contrast doing a different one all together, this with a guarded eerie sense of ease. Continue reading “THE SONS OF BALAAM”
The Blazing Trail 