Merry Christmas!

“Living a free life to the fullest is seeing that which cannot be seen through eyes no longer blinded by our personal visions, by looking beyond the veil of worldly distractions and discomforts and removing the bonds and chains that bind us in fear to change and freedom, to becoming something that few are, truly free and living a life uncontrolled, unfettered by others.”

Do You?

What do you do when nothing you do is good enough and the verbal abuse from your imperfections is incessant from the one who is supposed to love and support you?
What pressures do you feel when your constantly belittled and berated?

Do you crawl into a bottle and hide in the drunken stupor that you embrace as a dear friend or do you lash out and blame others for the pain and hurt that you feel when the one you loves has intense disdain for all men?

Do you know what unleashes the fury and rage from her that comes your way each and every day?

Do you clinch your gun close to your breast in a drunken rage and threaten those near and dear to you because of the pain that they inflict on you?

Do you know or care that she never will forgive and therefore never be forgiven?

Do you know that the choices we make or don’t make are the path which we walk and that they will lead us exactly where we want to go?

Do you know? Do you?

Insight - The End

The Deadream Alone
Nightmares Are Real

As I found myself standing once again in the dank musty air within the vault, I heard a soft whisper, “Lance.” “Lance, are you okay?”


I opened my eyes and found that I was back in the ‘One Headlight’ with my friends and lovers. I shook my head as if I was trying to shake something off of me and I said, “Yeah, I’m okay, I think.” “I just had the weirdest dream, vision or I’m not sure exactly what, but I’m okay.”

Kieran looked at me with her chin cocked down and her lips pursed and pouted, “Did you go somewhere without me?”

Diane shot her an angry gaze and said, “Not unless I’m with the two of you.”

“Look” I said, “We’ve been at this for hours and I’ve got to wrap it up, so here’s the big finale!” I said as I raised my hands above my head and waved them about.

“The world is full of torment, pain and agony.” I started with a grim look on my face. “The world is a hell of our own making, a putrid sea of fear, loss, loneliness and hopelessness.” I continued looking at each and every one of them directly making eye contact before moving on to the next person. “It is a place where we trap ourselves in a hell of our own minds’ making and it’s not until we realize this that we can be take the first step to being free.”

“We condemn ourselves to hell on earth through our own feelings of guilt, a sense of loss, whether real or imagined, and our inability not to be able to see past or move past those things that bind us into hell.”

I took a deep breath and continued while pointing a finger at Diane. “Guilt, fear, loss, loneliness and the pain that we imagine entombs us into the very fabric of the hell we have created and binds us to it.” I paused for effect and then continued. “We cannot escape it on our own.”

“Some of us suffer from not acting on desires that we have in life, some suffer because of social edicts, some suffer because of shyness and still others suffer because they try and superficially cover the ugliness and loneliness that they feel within themselves with the trappings of false beauty, impiety and the appearance of wealth on the outside.” I sighed, shook my head again and continued. “We try to be something that we are not so that others cannot see the darkness that is really lurking deep inside of us.”

Diane interrupted, “Like when someone says that they are ‘Real?’”

“Yes.” I said. “That’s a good example.” I looked at Nancy and said, “Remember the part of the story where Alice is bragging about how ‘real’ she is, well that’s just a cover for all of her insecurities, irrational fears and her sense of abandonment.” I paused and sipped my soda. “And I think that I just realized how all of that mess gets handed down from generation to generation.”

“Sometimes hell is what you don’t do and then you get swallowed up by shadow creatures from within the recesses of your own minds making.” I continued.

“Wonderland is hell of someone’s making that will be passed down from generation to generation.”

I stood up and said, “I hope you all enjoyed the story.” I turned and took Diane’s hand and continued, “But my lady and I have places to go and things to do!” I turned and looked into her eyes and winked. “So, we will be on our way now.”

“Kieran, do you need a ride home? We’ll be glad to drop you off if you want.”

Kieran simply nodded her assent and bounded in right behind Diane as we left the ‘One Headlight’ arm in arm.

The Curse

The Deadream Alone

In the blackness that enveloped the room, I heard not a sound except for a sickening ‘crunch’ as the armor protecting the scorpion cracked and splintered under the weight of my heavy boot. And as I imagined the blood and venom oozing out of the crushed shell and soaking into the soil below, I notice a faint red glow trickling out from beneath my boot.


A heady aroma overtook me and I became dizzy. I leaned back against the wall to keep myself from falling and through my dizziness I thought I saw the soft red glow spread across the floor and up the wall until the entire room was softly glowing. I turned and saw a thin red line trailing out the door of the vault and it was moving towards the entrance of ‘Wonderland.’

In my haste I quickly turned and started to run after it, but I was overpowered by a noxious green mist and sulfurous odor drifting up and out of the remains of the scorpion which I had crushed into the ground. I looked about and found that the mist was now completely filling the vault area and it was wafting out into the caverns beyond the door.

My head swam and I felt faint as I sought to steady myself against the wall filled with the numbered drawers.

As I leaned against the wall, I notice that one of the drawers was now glowing brighter red than the surrounding ones and I looked to see the inscription therein. ‘Jack Ridge Road’, I read aloud and as soon as those words came out of my mouth, I was transported to another place.

I know not if I was actually physically transported to this place or if this was merely a vision brought on by the noxious fumes filling the vault but, whatever was the case I found myself in a house. I could see a wide open living room with a large window and a fireplace overlooking a large covered patio, a table and a few chairs were strewn about on it. Across the short yard was a cedar fence with a single tall full tree to the left beyond its protected boundaries.

Between the fence and the porch was a large in ground pool with three little girls playing in the yard. They were laughing and giggling as they ran about playing a makeshift game of ‘tag, you’re it’. The grass that I could see was a deep green color as were the needles on the pine tree.

As I stood there transfixed by the sight, I noticed the sky turn gray as did the grass, the pine tree and everything else that I could see, even the interior of the house. Everything suddenly froze in time and space. The birds stopped in midflight, the girls stopped in mid-run and the cat walking across the window ledge was frozen in place with one paw up in the air.

Then, much to my amazement, I saw a soft red glow ooze out from under the fence and slowly spread across the yard, leaving a blood red path in its wake which leads back to the vault.

It wound its way around one of the girls ignoring her as though trying to avoid her at all costs and slowly it proceeded to the other two girls and it enveloped them in its eerie red glow.

Then as suddenly as it all began, everything started to move and all the color came back into the world. The sky was azure blue, the pine a dark green and the cat had reverted back to his tabby colors. All was as it should be, except for the faint red glow in the two girl’s eyes.

I heard a voice echo in my mind as I found myself back in the vault, “all is as should be, and the curse is passed from generation to generation as it has been and as it will be, until the end of time.”

Next: Escape from Wonderland

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To...

“Hmmm, now that was a sweet kiss!” Diane said as she brushed the hair from her eyes. “I love your kisses, I hope you know.” She added with a coy little smile.


“Of course I know; I can’t get you to stop kissing me.” I said as I shyly back away expecting her wrath.

“Oh, you are just so mean.” She said as she reached to grab my shirt and pull me closer to her. Then her lips locked tightly onto mine and I could feel her tongue softly caressing my bottom lip.

“My lady, you keep that up and we will be late for the party.” I said with my best British accent.

“I can never be late for anything with you.” She replied. “You always have to be on time and I just don’t understand why.” “I know that you have explained it to me a hundred times, but I just don’t get it.” She continued.

“Look, let’s get you in the bathroom and I’ll press your jeans for you while you change your clothes and I’ll explain it to you again, okay?” I queried.

“You just want to see me without my clothes on again, don’t you?” She accusingly asked. “Come on, admit it.”

I winked at her and said, “You really do know me don’t you?” “Now come on!” I said as I reached out for her hand and pulled her along with me into the bathroom.

As I was getting out the ironing board and iron, I continued. “Some people just don’t understand that there are no ‘what if’s’ in life.” I began.

“Have you been writing again?” Diane quipped.

“Yes, I have and I’m nearly finished with the final chapter of ‘The Deadream Alone’ then I’ll continue working on my other two books.”

As Diane disappeared into the closet to retrieve her blouse I heard her ask, “Oh, are you referring to the follow-up stories delving deeper into the Wonderland curse and its far reaching effects?”

“Yes, that’s right.” I replied. “So you really were listening to me when I told you the plots.” I said with a surprised look on my face.

“I always listen to you!” Diane said as she toss her blouse at me. “And don’t you forget it, buster.” She warned.

“Okay, okay!” “I won’t, now may I continue my story, PLEASE?”

She nodded her accent and I continued. “As I was saying, there are no ‘what if’s’ in the world, there is only ‘what is.’” “And the sooner we accept ‘what is’ the easier our lives will be”

“I’ve heard this before.” Diane said feigning boredom.

“’What if’s’ make for good story telling fodder, but ‘what is’ makes for a good life.” I paused and looked at Diane to see if she was confused or following me and then I continued. “I never blame anybody else for ‘what if’s’ and I don’t play the victim role either, I simply knew ‘what is’ then and now.”

I paused again and saw Diane smile and blow me a kiss as she stopped buttoning up her blouse.

“Do you remember how the story ended?” I asked.

“Yes, of course I do silly!” she said.

“Good, then you also know that I knew from day one that the Wonderland curse would never allow us to be together and that she would find someone else to turn to.” “Correct?”

“Yes, I knew that too.” Diane said.

“Well then, you also know, as I told everybody at ‘The One Headlight’ the other night, that I knew exactly how to push her away.” I said.

“I told her from the beginning that I was the strong one, but I knew that I would have to prove to be weak and wimpy, so that’s the way I acted.” I reiterated. “I learned from her previous relationships what she detested, which is most men by the way, and I exhibited those traits.”

“Yes, but you are the strong one and that’s just one of the many things that I LOVE about you, Lance.” She said as she leaned over and caressed my arm and kissed my hand.

“You better stop doing that Diane, or we ARE going to be late for the party.” I said as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed. “Now put your jeans on so we can get going, please.” I pleaded.

The Perfectionist!

The Perfectionist!
At first you may be attracted to her ‘much in control’ ways, her perfectly manicured hand, ‘not a hair out of place’ looks! But living with her can be quite a pain.

She has a way of constantly finding faults with you. She is never satisfied with your hairstyle, the way you dress, the way you keep your things around the house and the list is endless. You end up ‘being at home but not at home’. Constant nagging is a integral part of her makeup.

You may be in love with her so you break your back to mend your ways, change the way you look, the way you talk, etc… No sooner you have got it all right, up pops a fresh lot of defects that you must simply take care of!



From “Master of the Game” by Eric Kesley

You Are The Moth and I Am The Flame

Like a moth drawn to the flame,
I wonder who's to blame,
But it all seems the same,
You still play the game,
Here you are once again,
Drawn like a moth to the flame.

And I wonder who's to blame,
That you're here again,
Drawn to this page like a moth to the flame.

Conversation Interlude

“Hmmm, now that was a sweet kiss!” Diane said as she brushed the hair from her eyes. “I love your kisses, I hope you know.” She added with a coy little smile.


“Of course I know; I can’t get you to stop kissing me.” I said as I shyly back away expecting her wrath.

“Oh, you are just so mean.” She said as she reached to grab my shirt and pull me closer to her. Then her lips locked tightly onto mine and I could feel her tongue softly caressing my bottom lip.

“My lady, you keep that up and we will be late for the party.” I said with my best British accent.

“I can never be late for anything with you.” She replied. “You always have to be on time and I just don’t understand why.” “I know that you have explained it to me a hundred times, but I just don’t get it.” She continued.

“Look, let’s get you in the bathroom and I’ll press your jeans for you while you change your clothes and I’ll explain it to you again, okay?” I queried.

“You just want to see me without my clothes on again, don’t you?” She accusingly asked. “Come on, admit it.”

I winked at her and said, “You really do know me don’t you?” “Now come on!” I said as I reached out for her hand and pulled her along with me into the bathroom.

As I was getting out the ironing board and iron, I continued. “Some people just don’t understand that there are no ‘what if’s’ in life.” I began.

“Have you been writing again?” Diane quipped.

“Yes, I have and I’m nearly finished with the final chapter of ‘The Deadream Alone’ then I’ll continue working on my other two books.”

As Diane disappeared into the closet to retrieve her blouse I heard her ask, “Oh, are you referring to the follow-up stories delving deeper into the Wonderland curse and its far reaching effects?”

“Yes, that’s right.” I replied. “So you really were listening to me when I told you the plots.” I said with a surprised look on my face.

“I always listen to you!” Diane said as she toss her blouse at me. “And don’t you forget it, buster.” She warned.

“Okay, okay!” “I won’t, now may I continue my story, PLEASE?”

She nodded her accent and I continued. “As I was saying, there are no ‘what if’s’ in the world, there is only ‘what is.’” “And the sooner we accept ‘what is’ the easier our lives will be”

“I’ve heard this before.” Diane said feigning boredom.

“’What if’s’ make for good story telling fodder, but ‘what is’ makes for a good life.” I paused and looked at Diane to see if she was confused or following me and then I continued. “I never blame anybody else for ‘what if’s’ and I don’t play the victim role either, I simply knew ‘what is’ then and now.”

I paused again and saw Diane smile and blow me a kiss as she stopped buttoning up her blouse.

“Do you remember how the story ended?” I asked.

“Yes, of course I do silly!” she said.

“Good, then you also know that I knew from day one that the Wonderland curse would never allow us to be together and that she would find someone else to turn to.” “Correct?”

“Yes, I knew that too.” Diane said.

“Well then, you also know, as I told everybody at ‘The One Headlight’ the other night, that I knew exactly how to push her away.” I said.

“I told her from the beginning that I was the strong one, but I knew that I would have to prove to be weak and wimpy, so that’s the way I acted.” I reiterated. “I learned from her previous relationships what she detested, which is most men by the way, and I exhibited those traits.”

“Yes, but you are a strong one and that’s just one of the many things that I LOVE about you, Lance.” She said as she leaned over and caressed my arm and kissed my hand.

“You better stop doing that Diane, or we ARE going to be late for the party.” I said as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed. “Now put your jeans on so we can get going, please.” I pleaded.

"What If"

“What if?” I asked nobody in particular and everybody in general out loud. “What if I hadn’t accidentally received that email addressed to Phil?” “What if it had been addressed to the correct recipient and I never saw it, never read it and never knew that it even existed?” “Would that have change the past along with the present?” I queried. “I think not, no, no, I know that it would not have changed anything past, present or future.” By now, everyone in the room was listening and paying close attention.

“You see,” I continued. “I had ten years to study, ten years to learn and ten years to prepare and plan for the inevitable.” “I had said from the beginning, ‘I will know before you even know’ and I did.” The room hushed and the crowd stilled at my words and somebody asked, “How?” “How, did you know?”

“Now, that’s a very broad question that requires a very specific answer.” I answered as I pointed to the crowd in general and smiled.

“You see,” I said as I stood and leaned forward toward the people gathered around me in the brightly lit room. “Life has a funny way of letting you know what’s going on around and about you, but you have to look and listen for it, you have to live in the ‘now.’” “Now listen carefully,” I said with intention. “In the ‘now’ there is no confusion, only clarity and from that clarity you can see reality as it really exists.” I paused and then continued. “And this reality was, is and will be.”

“The errant email was the first of many, many clues along with the afternoon in the park and dinner.” I said mater of factually. “Then came the many phone calls, more emails, more meeting along with chance sightings.” “All of these things along with knowing the nature of the beast, revealed the future and knowing what will be, is knowing all that there is to know.”

“Knowing these things along with the dark coldness of the heart and the deceit on the lips, the ‘exit strategy’ which had been planned many years before, was enacted.”

First Monday In May

Please stay tuned for a very special announcement for our guest host:
“Yes, the first Monday in May is rapidly approaching and let it be now be known, it is a very special day and it even has duality. The first Monday in May is the third anniversary of a very special event in the lives of two people.”
“No, now wait just a minute. It’s the thirteenth anniversary, not the third anniversary, let’s get it right!” “You guys just can’t keep your dates straight can you?”
“Oh yes we can! That’s why is said that this date has duality!” The first Monday in May is the thirteenth and the third anniversary of the same event happening twice, just ten years apart.” “The first time it was completely unexpected, however the second time it was foreseen and even planned for and that’s where ‘Exit Strategy’ comes in."

So, please stay tuned, there’s much more to come....

Believe

Fall Into You

Sad Song

Deadreamalone - "The Vault"

       "The Vault"

“Listen” I said.


“Are you relaxed?”

“Are you comfortable and ready to continue?”

All heads at the table nodded in agreement.

“Good, then I will start at the beginning!”

“Somewhere in another time and in another place far from the reaches of man and his ilk, sitting high above the maddening throng he sits, telling his story. The din below dies down and he begins recounting his saga, reading from a brittle leather bound book resting upon his aged, cracked and leather like hands.”

“He reads, no orates, to unintelligent diminutive humans who will become serial killers, murderers, wife beaters, drunks, drug addicts, domineering house wives, sadists and who’s only reason for existence is to breed and inhabit this dust ball of an orb circling the sun with more and more of their kind.”

“He begins with a snarl…”

“Once upon a time, in a place far away and long ago, from an idyllic place called Then, my story continues.”

The streets in Then were dark and the sounds of children’s laughter had long since ceased to resonate through the neighborhood. Homes along the narrow streets were gloomy looking and many of them were boarded up from being abandoned over the passing years. The homeless, the drug addicts and meth labs had moved into the once bright and proud part of the city at large. Many of the once brightly painted clapboard and brick homes were now condemned by the city and scheduled for demolition early next spring. However, that date was far away and on this cold late November night nary a creature was stirring, no human creature that is.

From off to the left where the street light has long since burnt out and not been replaced came a startling creaking sound that made the hair on the nape of my neck stand straight up and goose bumps to rise on my arms. I turned quickly only to see nothing but the stark darkness in front of me.

Cautiously, I slowly stepped towards the sounds emanating from the blackness before me and then the cold north wind slapped me in the face once more and I shivered, a bone chilling, deep shiver. The creaking sound only got louder as the wind picked up and smacked me in the face again. I turned away to shield my face from the biting cold wind.

The wickedly cold November winds suddenly ceased and I noticed that I was engulfed in dead silence. There was no discernible noise from anywhere, no cars roaring through the night air, no wind blowing, no trees rustling; I couldn’t even hear my own shallow breathing, though I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

It was then that I noticed a soft red glow of light off in the distance and the warm cheery glow called to me and as it beckoned to me, I plodded almost trance like into the blackness that surrounded me and I began making my way straight towards the unknown.

As I tripped over the unseen curb, I had a sense of Déjà Vu and I was transported to a much happier time with children playing in an open field and a nearby park. I am overcome by the vision of several young girls playing a game of hopscotch on the sidewalk and then I see a violent confrontation between two of them. Off in the distance on the other side of the park I notice an eerie red glow and I am drawn towards it.

Now, I see the glow and it appears to be getting brighter and brighter while the night is getting blacker, if that is at all possible. As I turn around and glance behind me I notice that I can no longer see the street, nor can I see the houses and the far off street lights are like the farthest off stars in the night sky.

Then, the glow began to get brighter and I lost all sense of what was going on around me. The fighting girls were but a dim memory and the glow called out to me, “Come.” I went forth as a man mesmerized into a deep trance, obeying but a single command.

Now and then, I came to a spot in the earth that seemed to open wide before me and I am/was bathed in the light of the eerie red glow. Where there should be a deep hole, I see instead a gently sloping path leading down, down as far as I could see and I could feel a frigidly cold wind coming from depths within the bowels of the earth.

An ethereal voice called out to me, “Come!” and suddenly I was literally sucked into the hole and I found myself tumbling over and over again deeper and deeper into the earth.

When, after what seemed to be an eternity, I finally stopped tumbling, I was able to upright myself; I found that I was standing before a large heavy looking oaken type door that was glowing bright red.

Etched into the massive door were the words “The Vault.” I traced the letters with my fingers and sounded out each word just to make sure that my senses weren’t betraying me. I imagined this to be just an illusion of some sort and that I was really lying unconscious on the street above from tripping on the curb and falling down. I knew that I would wake up any minute with a splitting headache and maybe a few bumps and bruises, but nothing more and my life would go back to normal, whatever that may be.

But I didn’t wake up and see the darkness around me, nor did I feel the stinging cold wind biting at my exposed skin, instead I stood before the massive door and again I heard the calling, “Come.”

I reached out for the handle and before I even touched it I heard a ‘click’ resonate and echo in the tunnel and the door creaked noisily open on its own accord. I quickly reached up and covered my ears with my hands to help protect them from the deafening sound and I remembered that this was the very sound that I had heard while standing on the street both now and then.

I shirked back in horror as the sound became louder and louder until I fell to my knees, cupping my ears and screaming, “Stop it, stop it!”

Then/now, as suddenly as the horrendous sound had begun it ended and I slowing removed my hands from my ears. Even though there seemed to be dead silence, the incessant ringing in my ears nearly brought tears to my eyes.

“Lance, stop this silly story right now!” Diane said, as she grabbed my hand and pulled it close to her full breasts. “I don’t want to hear another word of it.”

“Oh, come on, Diane, let him finish. We’ve been waiting hours to hear the end and I’m not going to go home without hearing it.” Said Maria forcefully.

“Yes, Maria is correct and I think that she speaks for all of us, we want to hear the rest of this story of yours Lance.” Kieran chimed in.

Jordan then said, “Yea, let him finish. After you leave here the two of you can go snuggle up someplace nice and quite and he’ll keep the boogie man away from you.”

And John added, “Yep, and you’ll wake up one satisfied lady too, Diane.” “Go ahead Lance; pick it up where you left off.”

“Okay.” Lance blissfully said as he winked at Diane.

The vault opened before me and the great walls within glowed a supernatural shade of red. The interior walls were covered with row after row of small drawers that stretched from the dirt covered floor to the ceiling with tiny little copper colored handles. As I looked closely I could also see that each drawer front had a number inscribed into it and it was filled in with a ruddy brown colored content of some sort. Upon closer inspection the substance reminded me of long since dried blood.

Below the numbers were etched letters of which some were readable and still others had become illegible from the dampness of the air and effects of time. The first one I came to, was completely indecipherable, however number 2 proved to be partially readable, “Norm n R kwel - c bs” was all that I could make out in the glow kindled darkness.

And still another was marked with the numbers 1000666 and below in the ancient weathered metal read the words “Marry Money.” And inscribed on drawer number 2042955 were the curious letters “No_ Lo_e.” I thought to myself that it was so sad to go through life thinking that money could make one happy and I remembered a lesson that I learned long ago, “Only you can make yourself happy. Happiness cannot be found in another.” A very wise reminder of how we should live our lives.

As I studied the sequences and numbers before me I noticed a pattern emerging and the pattern was leading me to the center of the room where in a last drawer numbered 2191964 was embedded in the very floor of the vault.

I quickly searched for drawer 1095982 and found it. It read “Key” so I reached out and gently tugged on the copper colored handle. With little resistance, the drawer began to open to reveal a brightly glowing skeleton key that appeared to be hewn out of bone. I reeled back in disgust, yet I was drawn by my curiosity to reach in and take hold of the key.

As my hand touch the coldly glowing key, I felt lightheaded and my vision blurred.

I awoke sometime later with the key in my hand and a throbbing sound in my head only to see the room bathed in a blinding red light. I raised my hands to protect my eyes from the radiating light and I noticed a shadow in the center of the room. It was then that I also realized that the rhythmical throbbing sounds that I heard were emanating from somewhere in the room and not my head.

As I staggered to my feet and crept towards the midpoint of the room I noticed a shape before me even though I had my eyes covered with my hands. A dais had risen up out of the center of the room and the drawer within it was wide open. An object sat upon the top of the drawer and it pulsated with a regular beat, “Ba, bump, ba, bump.” Over and over again the sound echoed throughout the vault.

It was then/now that I realized where and when I was and what this object before me was. This place did/does exist then and now and it is the vault, the great repository of all things past, present and future and it was here in the vault that I hid away my heart many years ago to protect it and to keep it safe.

Now, free from the fetters of reality, I have once again come to claim what is rightfully mine, my heart! It had been stored deep within the confines of the vault lo these many years, to keep it from ever being seen as I wondered the earth in a zombie like state without feelings, without remorse and without love, for true love only comes from and through the heart.

The glow began to diffuse and I dropped my hands from in front of my face, but the pulsating beating sound continued as I notice another drawer had been opened on the far wall. I quickly crossed the space between and looked at the drawer number, it clearly read, ‘5051997’ and beneath it was inscribed the word ‘Flo da.’

Within the drawer I saw a small folded piece of paper, so I reached in and pulled it out and I began to unfold it. The writing on the paper was scribbled and streaked as though tears had dripped upon the paper and caused the ink to run as it was hastily written.

I took the paper and moved closer to the red glow projecting from my heart so that I may read that which was written on the piece of ancient manuscript in my hand. I held the paper up so that the light was fully upon it and I began to read the words written on the parchment….

“I write this missive in my own hand for Now and Then and on this day in the month of May I forever lock away my heart in the vault of then and now, no person shall ever see the true love contained within, nor shall they know the warmth of my heart. This day I have learned the lesson and the lesson has taught me of hatred, which was unknown to me until now.”
“The darkness cast upon me shall be revenged and avenged by a dark angel from beyond the veil of time and space; memories locked away shall be methodically analyzed and cataloged for future reference. No stone shall be left unturned, no subtle nuance shall be overlooked and every potential eventuality shall be planned for with no detail, no event, and no spoken word being disregarded or forgotten.”
The missive continued, “Fool me but once, shame on thee. Fool me but twice and shame on me! Thus saith the wise man that hath learneth the hard lessons of life as he concealed his heart from the light of day in the vault of darkness. Nary again shall I be deceived, hence forth I shall speak the edict, thou shall not be able to conceal or hide infidelity from this vessel. I tell you this now and I will tell you again, I will know of your deceitful hearts lust and desire for someone else previous to you even conceiving such actions. I shall know beforehand and your heart shall deceive your mind, then you will fall from great honor and respect into the depths of your own despair. You shall hide, but not be sought, for the heart has known of your deceit and prepared the way in advance.”
The words continued, but I was distracted by movement that I spied out of the corner of my eye. I looked down and saw the first creature that I had seen since my journey had begun in the then and now. A small scorpion was crawling on the ground near my foot, so I raised the heel of my boot and….
Next: “Exit Strategy”

Thoughts

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
..................................... Socrates
 
Have you ever wondered what makes a man or woman think deep thoughts like this?  What events transpired or inspired them to think along these lines and then to utter words such as those found above?  What events have transpired in your life that drive you to think such thoughts, or do you even wonder about such things....?

Deadreamalone

A new chapter of “The Deadreamalone” entitled “The Vault” will premier on February 19, 2010…hmmm, I wonder what’s up with that date???

One Headlight, Chapter 7

"Then"

The sand and cool water oozed between my toes and gave way to my heavy footfalls as I walked into the morning sunrise. Behind me the sky was blood red, illuminated by the setting sun in the west. Beside me a massive black stallion plodded along and it made little noise as its thundering hoof beats were silenced by the same sand and waves that cushioned my bare feet. Its obsidian black heavy armor absorbed the morning light and nary a single glint of the eastern sunrise reflected off of it.
Behind me trailed a thin blood red tube and it was visible all the way to the western horizon. I looked down and saw that the tube was connected to a needle that had been inserted into my elbow joint and then taped into my arm. I don’t know if the blood in the tube is flowing into my body or out of it, but it really doesn’t seem to matter.

The waves rippled against the shore seemingly softly chanting, ‘carry on, oh carry on.’ Over and over they delicately crashed against the pure white sand and over and over and the air was filled with their sighs, ‘carry on, oh carry on.’ The sounds reverberated through the still morning air as I continued to march forward.
Ahead of me, running along the shore as far as the eye could see were the remains of an ancient sea wall. It arched away from me and as I neared closer to its first broken stones, I could see that the waves were slowly moving closer and closer to it.
In my mind I heard the soft whisper of a woman’s voice saying, “I came to a fork in the road and I was presented with a unique and often overlooked choice, the path of least resistance or one untrodden for ages hence to come, I chose the untrodden path.” At this, my steed turned to the left and began to walk on the land side of the wall and I continued forward on the sea side with the waves now slogging against my ankles.

As I pushed forward the waters began to slowly rise as the hours passed and now the waves were waist high and slamming me against the ancient slim covered wall, yet with every ebb and flow of the tide I pushed forward. The sun high above my head and casting nearly no shadow, I moved forward steadily eastward.

Then I looked to my right and saw a huge towering wave barreling down upon the wall and I braced for its impact expecting to be crushed and my body drug far out to sea by the wicked undertow…

“Lance, Lance” I heard my name being called. “Lance, where in the world are you?” Diane said.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I said as I looked around and remembered that I was in ‘The One Headlight.’

“Okay, so where were you big boy?” Diane quipped.

“I was then!” I said as I noticed that Maria had joined us.