Spuren im Sand - Footprints in the SandSpuren im Sand - Footprints in the Sand6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deutsch / German
*** Spuren im Sand ***
Eines Nachts hatte ich einen Traum:
Ich ging am Meer entlang mit meinem Herrn.
Vor dem dunklen Nachthimmel
erstrahlten, Streiflichtern gleich,
Bilder aus meinem Leben.
Und jedes Mal sah ich zwei Fußspuren im Sand,
meine eigene und die meines Herrn.
Als das letzte Bild an meinen Augen
vorüber gezogen war, blickte ich zurück.
Ich erschrak, als ich entdeckte,
dass an vielen Stellen meines Lebensweges
nur eine Spur zu sehen war.
Und das waren gerade die schwersten
Zeiten meines Lebens.
Besorgt fragte ich den Herrn:
„Herr, als ich anfing, dir nachzufolgen,
da hast du mir versprochen,
To All Of YouTo the artistsTo All Of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the dreamers
to the believers
to the cloud watchers
to the daydreamers
to the fractal makers
to the photographers
to the 3d modellers
to the writers
to the poets
to the wishers on stars
to the fanciful
to the unrealistic
to the rebels
to the rule breakers
to the outcasts
to the dark
to the light
to the night
to the day
to all of you
I Salute You!
Paralysed By PerfectionParalysed By Perfection4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Paralysed By Perfection
When you visualise the outcome
all you can see is failure.
You can't imagine anything good
It seems like a lot of work to start,
an enormous hurdle.
You might not like what you do,
it might be an embarrassment to yourself.
If you don't show it anyone then who will know
so does it matter?
It feels weird to start, forbidden and uncomfortable.
What if ideas don't come? What if it can't be expressed as I like?
I try to remember Bob Ross and his 'happy accidents'.
Does anything excellent come from the first attempt anyway?
Probably sometimes when you're in that flow
but if you've been locked down and bloc
Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Ever since the 2012 election, there has been an ongoing discussion about how the republican party can regain it's influence. Many ideas have been put forward, basically from two camps. The moderate republicans say they need to find a way to appeal to the general population more, basically becoming more "center-right" and then there is the bat-crap crazy, ultra-conservative wing (sometimes called the TEA Party) which firmly believes becoming even more intransigent, more unintelligent, and basically, far more bat-crap crazy, is the way to win elections... I think anyone with a bit of sense can see that
DREAMING OF THE DARK ANGEL ~ #4 in Dark Angel SagaStrondar rubbed his tired eyesDREAMING OF THE DARK ANGEL ~ #4 in Dark Angel Saga8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That were red, as if he'd wept,
Another night had dragged on by
And again he'd hardly slept.
He felt he should remember something,
That he almost had forgotten,
But when he tried, the thought turned to dust,
Like a parchment that is rotten.
He knew the name Classidia,
And saw the image of a girl,
Bur also blood and violence
And darkness in a whirl.
Yet there was no fear of the name
Or the thoughts he had in part,
And somehow he must find the truth
To fill the void within his heart.
Three nights ago he was attacked
Of this there is no doubt,
But the details were elusive,
Had he only been knocke
DARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)A cold dark nightDARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pale moon rising,
The bat she leaves the belfry
The vampire's on the wing.
Her bright eyes are red lightning
She rides the sky like thunder,
The yearning is upon her
She seeks to slake her hunger.
Her preternatural hearing
Captures sounds from far below,
A young thief alone is walking,
Her urge begins to grow.
Landing, she takes human form
Concealed behind a tree,
Classidia's the beauty all in black
With skin like ivory.
Her fluidity of movement,
Brings her within his sight,
An enchantress of such promise,
A Dark Angel of the night.
He moves towards her willingly,
With only passion in his eyes;
a questionOk I got a question... if we have to give rich people and big business more tax cuts, because they are "job creators"... so my question is, you've had these tax cuts for at least 8 years now, some for 11 years, and where the are the jobs????a question10 months ago in Editorial More Like This
George Bush gave you tax cuts in 2001, and more in 2003... you have had them all this time, but instead of creating any jobs, you've lost jobs!!!!! So give me this crap about tax cuts creating jobs... what are they going to do if we don't give them tax cuts, not create even more jobs????? And why should we let the rich and corporate jackals hold us hostage?
Tax cuts at the expense of the middle class d
My Thoughts About The Election We have just seen, in the United States of America, the first mixed race African-American and Caucasian President re-elected for his second term. I believe this election sends a number of clear messages and I feel it behooves us to understand what these messages are.My Thoughts About The Election7 months ago in Editorial More Like This
First and foremost, what I would call the most important thing the Republican Party should learn from this is that you cannot infringe on the rights of citizens. If you try to take away the rights of women, of immigrants, of people with alternative lifestyles, you will continue to lose. This is the Twenty First century guys... things have changed, and you REALLY need to get with the times.
Second, it is very very evident that the American people no longer believe the old conservative line (or should I say lie?) about tax breaks for the wealthy creating jobs. You need to look no further than recent history, each time we have chosen a Republican and enacted these sorts of tax cuts, we have lost jobs
DARK ANGEL IN DESPAIR (#3 In The Dark Angel Saga)Classidia feeds in the moonlightDARK ANGEL IN DESPAIR (#3 In The Dark Angel Saga)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whilst dreaming of the sun,
A million stars may light the night,
But for her there's only one.
Many years have drifted past
Since last she saw a sunrise,
The Dark Angel with a heart of gold,
And The Vampire Queen still cries.
Times flies if you are having fun,
You don't notice that it's passing;
But when one becomes immortal,
Then it's truly everlasting.
One can face eternity
If there's someone there to share it,
But her anger just feeds madness,
And no longer can she bear it.
The evil Nemset took her life
In more than just one way;
She was brought across, her lover died,
On that Godforsaken
Not This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t Again6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
By Charles Kunkle Jr (aka fraterchaos)
On Friday, in Jacksonville, Florida, Michael Dunn, a 45 year old man shot to death a 17 year old black teen over loud music. It seems that Jordan Davis was a passenger in a car with some friends, in a parking lot of a convenience store, and the teens were listening to loud music on the car stereo. When Mr. Dunn ordered them to turn down the music, they ignored his demands.
Apparently, this gave Mr Dunn all the excuse he needed, to begin firing randomly into the car. He fired at least 8 times, yet only hit Davis (or anyone else) twice. And after the shooting he fled the scene. Bys
Let's Talk factsLet's Talk FactsLet's Talk facts5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)
In the wake of the tragedy in Newtown Conn. this past week, there's been a lot of stuff bandied about, and I have made no secret of my opinions about the subject. Personally, I fully favor a semi-automatic assault weapons ban, and a ban on high capacity magazines. I have met with a good deal of opposition on this, by people who make numerous claims and excuses and arguments that to me, simply don't wash.
One of the things we've been hearing a lot of, is the "arm the teachers" argument. In some ways, this almost sounds like it makes sense... if those teachers had had guns, they coul
A Questionby Charles Kunkle Jr (fraterchaos)A Question2 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Recently, we've all been hearing a lot about the Keystone XL Pipeline and "Tar Sands Oil". There has been much said and written concerning this, both pro and con. And with the recent pipeline spills, the subject seems to be heating up. But there is a question that, so far, I have not heard anyone asking, and most certainly have not heard anyone even trying to answer.
Now, granted, it's possible someone has asked this question, and it's even possible it's been answered, and I simply missed it, but I'd still like to know the answer, if there's anyone who can actually explain it...
TEARSLife is one big teardrop,TEARS9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling down a frozen cheek,
Sliding off a plastic face,
To fall at no ones feet.
Crystal pools of liquid life,
Disappear, as they fall.
Can the result of so much torment,
Have no effect at all?
Will the tears of endless suffering
Bring life to a desolate plain?
If so, there is no shortage,
For the tears fall like rain.
DEAD I AMDEAD I AMDEAD I AM3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I SEE THE DEAD WATCHING WITH DEATHLY EYES
I HEAR THE DEAD WHISPERING WICKED LULLABIES
I FEEL THE DEAD TOUCHED BY ROTTING FINGERTIPS
CREEPING ALONG MY QUIVERING LIPS
I FEAR THE DEAD THEIR GHASTLY DESIRE TO DISEMBOWEL
SCREAMING AS I WRITHE AND HOWL
I AM NOW ONE OF THE DEAD
A DREAM I HAVE LONG SINCE DREAD
FESTERING INSIDE MY HEAD ....
Project Royalty Codes - Re-CreationChapter NineProject Royalty Codes - Re-Creation1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let’s Stop This Thing
Sandra stood in the frozen street, gazing up at the large dark grey meteor. She had her school uniform on, which rustled in the blowing ocean wind. Sandra kept her hands pointed straight up at the meteor.
She sent a couple more balls of blue sparking lightning, which shoot towards the meteor. Sandra gazed over towards a building, which was to her right. She could see Skylar’s light blue eyes staring down at her.
The last outer surface of the meteor flacked off. The pieces of the meteor vanished into dust. The dark blue rocky meteor had fire burning around the rocky outer layer. The meteor continued to fall towards earth. The meteor was still gain speed, as it rushed out of the sky.
Sandra looked over her right should at the paved street.
Hole againI am blue; I am down; I am depressed;Hole again8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am beaten; I am pummeled and suppressed!
Walked on like a doormat,
My soul, it bleeds blood-red.
I move outside the flow of life
I am the living dead.
My empty heart is aching
Yet longing to be killed,
So the vacuous pain within me
Stops waiting to be filled.
WonderlandWhat of pain?Wonderland9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And what of love?
What of push?
And what of shove?
Check that watch you're running late!
The Queen of hearts will not wait!
A fairy tale is but grim
It's life that's really dark and dim.
Life's a hole that leads nowhere
A Cheshire Cat that's full of air!
Escapism needs mind-bending,
A feast of mushrooms that's unending.
Your head of voices starts to natter
Your secret soul a dark Mad Hatter.
But what of Love?
Is it just all malice?
Yeah; Stuff the Rabbit!
And Screw you, Alice!!!
To Die Out, To FadeTo Die Out, To Fade1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My hands, they cure the oceans
To right the wrong, to reach the dream
But a man of one who hold doubt all
questions the will of our comfortly
made world with abaddon
He wishes to speak of ill will on us
to speak of falsehoods, to stop us
Stop us before we find a way
To find a way, before we find a way, before we have our say
This body is no longer my own
To find dream I release reality
He will find a way before we find a way
To find a way to end all our injustice
To find the body and make it his
But he cannot, we must find a way
Before he sees the way
But it is far too late, our choice is not our own
I can see with a trilli
Nightmare - 9Nightmare - 910 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight the World Dies
The night was dark; darker than anyone in the land had experienced before. The absence of light dominated everything. Brightly lit rooms seemed dimmer, early sleepers' sweet dreams became horrifying nightmares, and shadows seemed to become almost palpable. A grim silence swept over the land, dread filling the minds of those still awake.
Something was wrong.
Bartholomew bolted awake from a terrible dream. He flinched at the dark of his bedroom, feeling like it was grabbing at him with harsh hands. His wife, Meredith, was still, staring at him with wide eyes. The dream hadn't woken him up.
"Should we check on him?"
Dream or Vision?Dream or Vision?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A bit lost, I looked around the small clearing I had found, some time back, along the river. It had become my own private training area. But what was I doing here? I had finished my training and had gone home already. I looked up; the clouds were dark and threatened to pour down water at any second. "This dream sucks if all it is, is me training more in the rain.." I jumped as I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked back and probably should have been even more frightened at the sight of the masked boy standing by me but instead I quickly calmed down. I was, for some reason, more relaxed at seeing him. "Umm.. Hello." He stepped forwar
Poem on Shaco's Jester HatSitting on the ShelfPoem on Shaco's Jester Hat1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The suns rays shone like normal on that day.
Maybe, he thought, today they would continue to play!
He longed for his wearer to wake but as he knew,
His owner liked to play jokes on him too.
He knew his owner so well, the tricks he liked to show.
Makes others so mad that even Cho Gath refused to grow.
Was he the one who tricked Malzahar to enter the Void?
Though out of everyone, Shaco still seems to be the most annoyed.
King Tryndamere and Queen Ashe fired him as their jester,
They just couldn't let Shaco's nature continue to fester.
He made them laugh as the object of ridicule and pain.
How his pride was hurt,
Final BattleFinal BattleFinal Battle2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While standing in the rain,
as the wet droplets rain down upon His face.
he thinks...Is this truly loneliness....
And then with a sob he says. I'm alone...In this world
Then out of the seemingly endless darkness of night A voice says
You are never alone Silly
You will always have your friends.
See. Then out of the darkness is a small glimmer of light
And all of his friends appeared
As he looks upon them all
"Yeah...your right My friends are always with me Even in my heart"
"They all give me strength to continue fighting
Come on guys Lets end this"
in the never ending darkness
The small glimmer grew bigger the the darkness Disp
You know what you fear right?.You know what you fear right?.You know what you fear right?.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well I'm what you fear.
I'm am the darkness in your heart that awaits freedom.
The longer I'm locked up in your heart, the more you fear me.
There is no way to rid your heart of the darkness which is me.
Which you fear for the eternity of your life.
I'm in all human hearts, awaiting freedom.
You fear me... there is nothing you can do.
I will be there forever more awaiting freedom.