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As My Tears Run Red: Complete Me (Poetry)
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Tuesday, October 7, 2014. The wax has hardened. Your image so pure. May plan nearing the goal. Now, I need your essence. Be it hair, blood. Something to bring your likeness to life. Long have I dreamt of holding you. Nightmares that challenged my resolve. Everyday I would stare through the grotto. Piercing silently into your world. Wishing it was I on your shoulder. Instead of that glistening feathered friend. I want to share your laughter. Yes, it is time to complete my plan. This string will do.
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As My Tears Run Red: September 2010
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010. I Could Feel a Presence. The windows should remain covered at all times. A voice echoed in my mind. What secret did this house hold? I know something is there. I could feel the presence. As I peered into its soul. The giggling, the laughter. Almost chastising my every thought. Do not worry about the statues. The same voice called out. Was it not odd that these religious statues would just appear? Someone or something had to move them. I guess it is possible. Was she the one?
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As My Tears Run Red: We Are the Children
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Sunday, June 29, 2014. We Are the Children. How much longer do I have to wait? Katy asked John, her court assigned protector. I couldn’t tell you Katy, they are still laying out the timeline of the murders," John said, "So, this could take a while.". Damn, I need this to end. I don’t know what's worse, the thought facing Charlie again, or spending another month secluded away in this room," she said taking a sip of her lemonade. 18, broke and alone, she jumped at a chance to join the family and soon moved...
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As My Tears Run Red: January 2011
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Saturday, January 22, 2011. Mysterious lines cross the sky. Did you see them? He was there upon the bridge. Staring into the chasm before the despair. Shaking the mortal landscape. Apparent only to the blind. Did you see him? His return prophesized in scripture. At least forty years have past since the last encounter. The signs were all around. A moth flew across the clouds weakening the rafters. Blinding the populace with dissent. At last, his message revealed. Did you hear him? Did you see them? I reme...
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As My Tears Run Red: May 2014
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Saturday, May 31, 2014. In Search Of. The Baltic UFO. As I sit here at the First Annual Pennsylvania Literary Festival, I decided it was time to write something as I wait for interested readers to swing by my table. Here is a tale I wrote inspired by the mysterious Baltic UFO anomaly. With one sweep of their fish, the entire navigation suite of Sea Crawler One became a mixture of emotion. At last, the moment they were waiting for throughout their harsh expedition was possibly at hand. Finally, th...At fi...
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As My Tears Run Red: November 2010
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Saturday, November 20, 2010. When my day is over. No tear will grace my eyes. No blade will grace my hands. The desolate haze will form again. Visions of beauty giving way to darkness. To the dim corridors echoing in my mind. Another pill at hand. My random heartbeat sustained. Understanding at last, meanings long forgotten. The moments that shaped forever. The small circle is my savior. Opening doorways to the unknown. Spiral outtakes from beyond. Gray monsters exit the gates. Or the cross to the left.
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As My Tears Run Red: June 2012
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Thursday, June 14, 2012. Through the dying moonlight he appears. The gates will open at six. A pilgrimage awaits acceptance. Their paths unknown, their crimes unforgiven. The pale, naked beauty in front. Her crimes meaningless to the righteous. Their self deceit blinding them of the genius. Soon, redemption will show the way. The embers are lighted. Her stake stands erect. From the darkness, an angel appeared. Tormenting the siren with flames from the inferno. Repent and be saved. Her soul alive again.
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As My Tears Run Red: June 2014
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Sunday, June 29, 2014. We Are the Children. How much longer do I have to wait? Katy asked John, her court assigned protector. I couldn’t tell you Katy, they are still laying out the timeline of the murders," John said, "So, this could take a while.". Damn, I need this to end. I don’t know what's worse, the thought facing Charlie again, or spending another month secluded away in this room," she said taking a sip of her lemonade. 18, broke and alone, she jumped at a chance to join the family and soon moved...
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As My Tears Run Red: May 2012
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012. Not far from the grotto. There lies a tomb. Run down and dilapidated. It hides the secret well. Through the cobwebs and decay. This empty sepulcher cries out. Hoping for the master to return. It did not always lie this way. The name on the stone. The carvings on the wall. His greatness masked by the mystery. His life marred by tragedy. I was a child of 13 when I discovered it. Much older when I deciphered it. Even older when I understood it. The heir, I was not. Not a man at all.
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As My Tears Run Red: April 2011
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Saturday, April 30, 2011. Searching the Abyss - Cryptozoology Week at The Ring Master's Realm. After watching Sasquatch: The Legend of Bigfoot. Today, I decided that I would start a Cryptozoology themed week for my other Blog; The Ring Master's Realm. With that in mind, I decided to post some recent comments about my first book Searching the Abyss. Sure, this is one of the last major non-fiction projects I have completed, my love of the unexplained and paranormal continue to motivate me in my writings.
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