Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Far and Away to Thee For days, I sat their pondering as I had so many times before. Watching the hours go by and wondering if this will be my last day. So many things had come and gone. So many friends and family, so many memories, all lost to the four winds. Never to be acknowledged again. A brief interlude between what and when; then nothing. What will become of all of this? No one can be certain, that is until I saw her. Nothing could make me forget her, the way she looked; the warm summer sun kissing her face. How the southern winds flowed through her long, chestnut hair with a smile that could fell a thousand trees and a voice that could hush a thousand storms. There were none more beautiful than her; save angels and their jealous hearts. Far and away she was to be my only. “Are you ready?” she asked. I could do nothing but gaze into those hazel eyes. “We’re going to be late and I’ll not have that”. “As you wish, my love”, I cooed. “You shall be the death of me”, she said with a smile. I damn those words to this day and shall for all eternity. A Gown for the Young Miss We walked through the streets of the little town just north of the big cities of Riverfall and Green Glen. It was a peaceful place with every amenity as a large metropolis with all the charm of a quaint village. We strolled hand in hand, stopping by every dress shop in the square. We came upon a small place tucked back and away from the ebb and flow of the city. “Sweetheart, come look”. I looked up to see her face all aglow as she took my hand and hurried to the window. There in the shop display, a magnificent gown of white and lace. Adorned with small faux pearls and gentle cascades of the finest silk; truly a gown of remarkable craftsmanship. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” She gave me a nudge. What could it hurt, I thought? “It’s perfect”, she exclaimed, dancing out of the dressing room. She was stunning in the gown. It was as though it was made for her. “If you truly love it then we should get it”, I announced. “Do you think we can?” She asked. “You may never find a gown as exquisite as this one”, I continued. “Then it is done, yes?” the shopkeeper asked. “It is indeed; done and done”. I said. “After all, you only have one wedding day, right?” My darling’s eyes lit up with awe and delight. I smiled and said, “That is, if you will offer your hand for this heart?” She gazed into my eyes as I set knelt and waiting on her next words. Without so much as a word, a single tear from her eye cascaded down her perfect cheek. “I will gladly take your heart for mine for all the whole of my days”. It was from that moment that I became complete and whole. Wanting no other and nothing more from this life but her and her alone. We were married one month later. Seeds of Life and Death A time and a half had passed when we learned that we were to be expecting our first child. We were overjoyed with the news and couldn’t wait. There were so many things to do and only a short time to do them. After all I had to learn how to care for a little baby. I just wasn’t planning on doing it alone. None of us were. “Darling, I’m going into town to get some things for dinner tonight.” She called. I was in the yard splitting wood for the fire. “I won’t be gone long”. And with that, she waved good bye. As she left a car drove up and a tall uniformed man exited. “Good evening, Miss”. He said to my wife. “Misses”, she grinned. “I beg your pardon”, he said as he tipped the brim of his cap slightly and smiled. “Adin?” she called. I looked up to see my commanding officer and my wife walking towards me. I stood at attention and greeted him. “Commander Howard, it’s an honor, sir”. “At ease Captain McCaffrey”, he said. “To what do I owe this honor, sir”? “Well, Ayva tells me the two of you are expecting”, he said. “Yes sir, in just a few short weeks” I replied. “We haven’t really told anyone yet, sir”, Ayva chimed in. “Please, my dear, call me Archibald”. She smiled in agreement as he kissed her hand politely. “Then it pleases me to be the first to congratulate you both”, The Commander announced. “Thank you, sir, we’re honored” I said. “May I come in?” “Of course, we were getting dinner ready”, I said. “Ayva was on her way to the market to get a few ingredients”, I continued. “My driver will take you into town to get what you need”, he said. “On the condition that you invite me to stay for dinner”. “We would be delighted to have you as our guest, Commander How…I mean, Archibald”. He smiled at her. “Nay, my dear, the honor is mine”. “Then it’s settled” I said. “Dinner for four it is”. The Commander gave instructions to his driver and off they went into town. I watched as they faded away into the distance. Just then, Commander Howard put his hand on my shoulder and said he wanted to speak to me inside. The car sped along quietly along the narrow paved road. Ayva sat in the back of the large car gazing out the window. Her mind was focused on the list of things that she needed from the market. So much so, that she hadn’t realized the driver talking to her. “Miss?” the driver asked. “We’re here, Miss”. “Oh, I’m sorry…thank you”. The driver came around and opened the door for her. She got out and straightened her dress and opened up a small compact. She checked her hair and make up briefly and then made her way into the market. She had needed just a few small ingredients to finish the dish she was preparing. The driver was waiting patiently in the car for her, but in her typical fashion, she hurried herself along so wasn’t waiting too long. As she was making her way to the spices, she noticed a door ajar in the back of the shop. She peeked through the crack out of curiosity and noticed a man in a long black overcoat and wide brimmed hat. He was speaking to two other men dressed in uniforms. They were listening intently to the orders and plans the first man was giving them. Ayva set her basket down and leaned closer to the opening. “It is imperative that this be carried out as soon as possible”, the man in black said. “The water supply must be fully contaminated and it must look as though the separatists did it”, he continued. The other men just stood and nodded with the occasional obligatory ‘Yes Sir’. Ayva was stunned. How could the military do this and to so many innocent people? I have to tell the Commander, she thought. Someone of authority has to know what’s going on in their own ranks. As she turned to leave, a uniformed man blocked her path. “What do we have here?” he asked her. Ayva fumbled through her words. “I was, uh, looking for the spices, if you would be so kind to assist me?” The man studied her for several moments. “The spices are over there, next to the dry goods”, he said suspiciously. “Oh, thank you, sir”, she said moving around the man. “Madam?” he called to her. She stopped in her steps and answered, “Yes?” “You forgot something”. She turned to see her shopping basket sitting next to the partially opened door. “Oh my, thank you”, she said nervously. She calmly retrieved the basket and thanked him again and walked briskly to the counter. He watch her walk away and then turned to go inside the room where the other men were meeting. Ayva hurried to the waiting car and got in. “All ready then, Miss?” the driver asked. “Yes, yes, let’s go please”. The driver, noticing her haste, nodded and started the car. As the car pulled out from in front of the shop, a large, black car made its way from behind the shop. The windows were tinted dark as if to hide anyone riding in it. Ayva and the Commander’s driver made their way back along the winding road. The large black sedan continued to creep up on them until it was right on the tail of the other car. The driver noticed and tapped the brake slightly. The black car stayed right on their tail. The driver proceeded to speed up but to no avail. The stealthy car went unphased as they sped along the narrow roadway. They approached a curve in the road overlooking a grassy ravine. Just then the black car slid along side the driver’s side of Ayva’s car. She looked out as the window dropped slowly revealing a small caliber pistol. Ayva cried out as the shot went off into the driver’s face, killing him instantly. She screamed just as the black car rammed the side of her car causing it to slide and fish-tail out of control. The car spun around and began to flip end over end. It broke through the roadway guardrails and tumbled down the more shallow side of the embankment, coming to rest on its roof. Smoke began to bellow from the underside of the wreckage. The black car stopped and watched for a moment. Then, as if on cue, the wrecked car burst into flames and exploded. The black car slowly pulled away and drove off. The driver lay dead and burning along side the wreckage. Just a few feet away lay another body, motionless and bloodied, clutching her stomach, as if protecting something or someone. The breeze whisked through her hair as the faint sounds of footsteps filled her ears. To Be Continued.

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Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Business as Usual

Things have been very busy at work. Seems everytime I get a free moment to visit sites, I get pulled in a hundred different directions. Never-the-less, I press on. The third part of my story is coming along nicely. I've still got a ways to go before I'm finished. I thank you for your patience while I write this. I'm really excited to share it with you simply because you're all excited to read it. I'm truly honored that you fell that way. As for publishing, that's on hold for a bit while I compile more works. With what I have now, I could probably do a small book, but I want the first to make a big bang. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but a wish none-the-less. I expect to have the story finished by the weekend. Of course, I have a bit o' trouble sticking to deadlines. My one year anniversary is quickly approaching. I'm pretty happy about celebrating a year here at The Otaku. I've made so many new friends and learned alot o' things since being here. That being said, I've been thinking about how I should mark the occasion. I'm leaning towards an anniversary wallpaper with Grifter and a cake or maybe a concept drawing of you guys (or at least what I think you look like anyway). So, I'm toying with those ideas. Heck, I might even post a picture of the real Grifter on that day...maybe. That's it for now. Now to try and visit your sites. Take care, all. Grif

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Thursday, September 28, 2006

"One Last Time" (Reprise)

Here is the second installment of the "What Dreams May Come" story. Enjoy! One Last Time The sky was a dark gray that day. It smelled of rain and bad intensions as we made our way up the path. There was so much to talk about but, I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. All of these thoughts floating around my head and not a one was able to come together to form a decent sentence. Where am I going to go with this, I thought. How will she take it? What will she say? Maybe I’m just over-analyzing it. I mean, this could be a lot worse, right? Not sure how it could be, but I was going to find out soon enough. It was getting colder as the wind began to pick up a bit. She shivered a bit. She was only wearing a thin sweater and jeans, so I gave hear my coat. I wasn’t cold. I couldn’t even think of the temperature right now. Too much on my mind, I swear I’d go numb between my ears before my body would. “Thanks”, she smiled. “You’re not too cold?” I asked. “No, I’m okay now”, She replied. I forced a smile as we continued to walk. It seemed like this walk would never end. Almost there, I thought to myself as we passed the halfway point. It seemed like forever since we started. The whole way up, she’s been smiling. My curiosity is getting the better of me when I finally have to ask. “Why the smile?” “Why not?” she said in reply. I looked at her slightly perturbed, “It seems odd you’d have one since we started our trip”. “I figured your face got stuck or frozen or something”. She just smiled bigger and kept on walking. I thought she’d completely lost it or maybe I was losing my noodles. Either way I was a bit confused. Yet, as we walked she smiled and I looked like a confused idiot. I just thought the hell with it and smiled back at her. She chuckled a bit and we proceeded up the path. “It’s up ahead”, I said. My pulse began to quicken a bit and my palms started to sweat. Her smile slowly began to fade away as we reached a small clearing. I was wondering when that was going to happen. She stopped just short of a shear cliff and turned to face me. Her eyes were a cool blue as she stared up at me slightly. She drew in a breath and started to speak. “I know why you brought me up here”, she said in a low tone. “You do?” I replied. “I want to hear it from your lips, though.” Her stare was locked into mine as though she was probing my thoughts for any signs of a hint. I gave her nothing. “I see you’re not going to tell me, are you?” She turned her face away as a tear began to well in her eye. If she only knew the words I wanted to say to her. It would be blasphemy to love’s true intent. The thoughts and feeling I had, weren’t supposed to be there. I hated the way I felt but, damned the fact that I couldn’t say it. I started to tremble as tears began to fall from my eyes. I fell to my knees and wept bitterly. She kneeled in front of me and held me to her chest. “I know what you have to say isn’t easy but, I want you to know that I understand”. She had no idea what I had to say. Even if she did, she would never fully understand my intentions. How my soul was wrought with guilt and anguish. To be rid of these thoughts and memories, I would gladly give it all back. To be held one last time. To know what that kiss tasted like again. To hear that sweet voice and the words that it spoke as they whispered to my heart. This was not meant to be. Not now; not ever again. “Please listen to me”, she asked as her eyes returned to mine. I looked into her eyes and saw what I thought had never been there. A depth of compassion and warmth that I’d not seen in some time. “I have many secrets that I can never tell”. She continued, “This is one I have to speak or I feel I could never be truly yours”. I froze as those words left her mouth. My blood ran cold as my tears ceased for a moment as she began to tell me her story. She started by telling me that she never wanted to hurt me and that she was so very sorry. She said, at last, that it was a cold rainy afternoon when she was given the order to kill. There was a shop girl who had seen something that she was not meant to see. She was to be “silenced” before she could tell anyone. “I had tracked her to a bluff overlooking a meadow”. “There she sat with what appeared to be her husband” She continued on,” I began to feel so jealous and angry; she had something I’d always wanted”. “It made it all the more easily to kill her” she said. “The person that killed you’re wife, was me”. I knelt there as the rain began to fall all around me. It felt as though my world, this sky and all of its stars were falling as well. My mind began to relive that terrible day, frame by miserable frame; moment by life draining moment. “Damn you”, I mumbled as tears began to cascade uncontrollably down my face. “Damn you”, I said aloud. I began to sob even harder. “DAMN YOU!” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “All this time…” I paused. She began to cry as well, “I’m so sorry…so sorry!” “All this time, you lived in my home and you cared for my daughter and me…” I felt sick. “You and I shared our dreams and ambitions as we lied in bed together”. “I know, I’m a horrible person and I hate myself for it”, she said as tears washed down her soft and gentle face. “How dare you invade me like that?!” I cried out. “I wanted so much to be part of your life and to be part of your little girl’s life; that’s all I ever wanted.” She paused, “Please, you must believe me”. I trembled in fear and anger with my teeth and fists clenched tight. Oh, my dearest God, how can I escape this nightmare? I knew of only one way to stop this charade, once and for all. Deep within my coat pocket was a pistol; a means to an end. I leaned forward, holding her beautiful and treacherous form in my arms as I reach into my coat and retrieve the gun. I hold her close and begin to share my truth. “All this time…I knew.” I could feel her grow tense. “I knew you had killed my wife for sometime, I just never wanted to believe it.” “But how…?” she asked. “Let’s just say that it came to me in a dream; in your dream”. I looked into her eyes and told her about how she often talked in her sleep. She had told me everything. I just sat and listened in disbelief until she fell deeper into sleep. “That is why I brought you here”. “Not only to hear the truth, but to tell it.” She pulled back a bit and with the warmth and contentment in her eyes, she whispered to me “I love you”… leaned into the muzzle of the gun and gently squeezed my hand. She looked at me with a tear in her eye and kissed me one last time. I held her in my arms until she lay still. The final note from a bitter sweet symphony. I swear I could hear “Adagio for Strings” playing softly somewhere. Perhaps in my heart.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

The Story So Far...

I hope everyone has had a chance to read the first story. For those that did and commented, I say thanks. The second installment will be posted either later today or tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it as well. With that all said, I have begun the third and final installment of the story and should be posting it possibly as soon as Monday. The working title is called "Far and Away to Thee" and will fill in the rest o' the plot and details of stories one and two. It will also bring down the curtain on this series and bring closure to our friend. In this story, we finally get to know his name and how it all began, so stay tuned. I have about 1/3 of the story written but, as you know, I don't prewrite anything. Therefore I'm not sure how long this installment is really going to be. Anyway, thank you again for your support and comments and be looking for a reprise of part two of the story called: "One Last Time". Take care all. Grifter

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Monday, September 25, 2006

"What Dreams May Come" - Part 2

Nothing but a Nightmare I am standing at the edge of a deep canyon. Beads of sweat drip down my face as I strain to focus. The rain keeps collecting on the lens. I'm constantly using the manipulator to wipe it clean. This sucks just waiting and watching. I'm hoping the rain cools the skin enough to hide my heat signatures. It should, its cold enough. Damn, it's hot in here, though. Just stay focused, rendezvous in a few minutes. A lone figure comes into view. I focus the lens to get a closer look. She's beautiful. Her chestnut hair flows through the light wind like a sweet mist. Her skin is light and soft. She carries a basket with a blanket. She sets a place for one on the bluff overlooking a valley of the most fragrant white flowers. Am I dreaming or have I just died? Only heaven could give me this. An angel. It has to be. Those eyes, those lips. I'm utterly intoxicated. Oh to sleep, for a chance to dream of her. If only this would be my eternity. I wipe a tear from my eye and continue to walk up the path. I'm growing tired of this. I have to remind myself of just why the hell I'm putting myself through this. I'm beginning to hate myself for this. Keep going. Please don't make me. Just a few feet to go. I don't want this. Doesn't matter any more. I'm here. Marker Ten Open your eyes, you bastard. I won't. You will. No. You want this to stop, don't you? Yes, more than anything. Then simply open those cursed eyes of yours and look. Damn you. Damn you to hell. I'm afraid I'm already there. Quit wasting your time and open those big hazel eyes of yours. You don't want to miss this. I hate you. I know. As I open my eyes all I see is a blood red sky married to a blackened ash colored ground. It occurs to me that I'm no longer in heaven. No longer safe. Far from clean. I feel numb all over as I look out over the vast baron landscape. A lone figure appears as I wipe the flow of rain and tears from my face. Her chestnut hair flows like it once did. I failed you. No, you didn't. I couldn't...hold on. I know. I should've been able to. There was nothing you could have done differently. There is always something. No, there wasn't. I fall to my knees and cry out to the baron sky. "AAAAyyyyyvvvaaaaaaa". My sweetest Ayva. I pound the ground with my bare fists as the tears and rain soaks my tormented face. I fall on my face, emotionally drained. I have nothing left to say. My words are silent. My ears hear only the sounds of rain and wind. My thoughts are at a stand-still. Then a deep hush falls over everything. I slowly raise my head and look up only to see it. A loan white cross. At the foot of it lay a single white flower. So sweet and beautiful. Just like her. For that one moment, I knew what it was to know love. to feel warm. To feel complete. And now, I feel nothing. My blood runs cold. I am a broken man. An empty man. I lay my head down and close my eyes one last time. I take one last breathe. I hear a faint whisper in the distant recesses of my mind. I love you. You don't. I miss you. You couldn't. I forgive you. Silence. You do? I do. And I always have. Tears. You don't know how long.... I do. Now finish this life, while I wait for you in the next. I can't. You can. You've come this far, don't quit. If I do this, I do this for her. If that's what it takes. Just promise one thing. Anything. Take your time getting back to me. I will. Now, will you open those big hazel eyes? I will. Go, before you miss any more of this life. And live it...for me. Epilogue That should be the last one. I look behind me as I see a pile of white marker posts in a cart near a large, baron oak tree. These will make great fire wood. I kneel down and smile to myself. I feel arms close over me as long locks of chestnut brown hair cascades over my shoulder. I breathe in and smell the most fragrant white flowers. The breeze sends the aroma across the vast meadow that lies before me. The sun kisses my face as its light dances across the tops of the trees. Nothing could take this away. Not now, not ever. I feel warm breath on my cheek and a light kiss that sends a tingle through me. I smile again as I pick up my shovel and grasp her hand. I begin to walk back down the path, smiling all the way. She still moves me. She still thrills me. She's still with me. I stop briefly to pick a white flower. A gift for my little Ayva. If only her mommy could be here. I guess she is in many ways. I am complete. I have always been. And will always be. A loan flower rests at the foot of a little white cross. Just a little longer, my love.

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Friday, September 22, 2006

Reprise - A Visit to the Past

I want to reprise the beginning of my story, "What Dreams May Come" for those of you who haven't read it. Part two will come on a post next week with part three to follow. So, without further ado, my first story on The O. Enjoy! What Dreams May Come Awash in the down-pour of a rainy afternoon, I walked to the place. Unsure of what I would find, or how I would feel when I got there, I continued. Uncertainty clouded my mind as I approached the first of ten markers along the path. These were a reminder known only to me. Arrested by the knowledge of why they were placed there, I struggled to keep them out of my field of vision. I walked on growing weary of fighting my fears for the past few years. I needed to make peace with the ghosts of the past. To put an end to what was the darkest period in my life. A time that I or my mind won't release. At least not until my sins are cleansed. Marker two Damn, I hate these things. I find myself slowly remembering those days. There's nothing fond about them. What I did, who I was, and what I became as a result of my indiscretions. Some people have quite a few skeletons in there closets. Mine is more like a graveyard; too numerous to count, too many to mention. Marker three My pace is steady. My breathing is normal. My mind is cluttered. Why must I replay those events over and over again? The ground is slick and wet, just like that day. It was raining then, too. A bit harder, though. My feet were soaked and there was so much rain. No traction. No grip. Why was I here? To commune with the past or was it to drive out its demons. I had to go. Whether I wanted to or not, I had to. Marker four Drops cascade down my face as I move on. Eyes to the ground, never looking up. I don't like those damn things, not one bit. I swear, every time I think it’s safe to look up, I see another marker. It's almost instinctive. It's like my mind knows they're coming and my eyes want to check. They have significants. For me, at least. Only for me. Marker five Half way there. Man, I'm exhausted. I should've brought some food or even a little water. I had forgotten how long a walk this was. It was a lot shorter back then. Only twelve paces. That's all it took. I stop and tilt my head back. I open my mouth and hold out my arms as if to surrender to the storm. The water is refreshing to my tongue. It creeps down my chin and past my collar, onto my warm chest. The cold stings at first, but then the drop evaporates. I wish these thoughts would disappear; like that rain drop. Then again, this drop was pure. These thoughts and memories, not even close. They wash like tar. Scrubbing and scrubbing yet, I am covered in its inky, sticky, blackness. No escape, lest I use a harsher method. That's just up ahead. Five down, five to go. Damn, I hate those things. Marker six Still moving. Still thinking. Still dreading. The solitary white posts were placed just to the right side of the road. They stand eerily illuminated in the pale light of the afternoon. The rain has finally let up into a light drizzle. It seems as though it’s following me. Never giving me a moment’s peace. Serving as a constant reminder of the past. Some say that rain is cleansing; as for me, all it does is cloud and pour. Marker seven Up ahead I see a familiar sight. A sight I've never forgotten. The sight of a dead oak tree with hardly any leaves. I can still see the claw marks. God, they were beautiful hands. I could feel them running through my hair; they were so soft and delicate. I stop to shake off the memory as if it were clinging to the back of my head. Stop it. Leave me alone. I have to make it. I have to go. I walk on, leaving the tree behind me. It makes me sick to look at it. I wipe the rain from my face and there just up ahead, I see it. A pale white post. They're irritating to me now. Marker eight I trudge along the path as I feel the whip of my boot lace against my ankle. I walk to the marker post and set my foot upon it to tie my boot. Then it hits me. A million thoughts of what could have been flood my mind. I'm helpless to stop them as they over-take me. I see love and warmth, happiness and mercy. I see a long, fulfilled life with no regrets, only fond heart-felt memories. Memories of friends and families. Good times and celebrations. Oh God, how I long for this. How I desire this conclusion. I awake from what seemed like hours, on my back. Rain and mud, cascading from my face and hands. I stare into the sky, mildly conscious. I'm a mess. Filthy both inside and out. I slowly sit up and look around to get my bearings only to see the marker post directly in front of me. Its clean, white presence fills me with anger. The rain begins to pour down. I climb to my feet and start up again. Just two more. Only two. Marker nine I feel cold and empty. I want to turn around and go home. I have a fire place and hot tea. I could be there. I want to be there right now. Don't be a coward. I'm not yellow. Never have been and I certainly don't plan on starting. My steps are steady and defiant. I'll show you. Whatever.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

   What Else is New?

It's been amazingly busy at work. Luckily, I was able to get to everyone's site yesterday. The problem is, I neglected to update my own. This is just a quick post to say hey. I'll be posting the conclusion to the "What Dreams May Come" Story. It started out as a one shot then turned into a three part story. Go figure, right. I've also been starting back in my drawing and hope to post more original pieces. Thanks to Yensid, I feel inspired to add more of my own works to the site. For those of you who have been with me from the start, may recall my comic heroes from my by-gone adolesence. If you don't recall or would like to see them, please check out my archives. Well, back to the grind stone. Later. Grifter

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

The Great Exodus

A disturbing trend has began to unravel here in our little community. It seems that there are many people leaving to pursue other goals and interests. While I applaud them and encourage them to seek life outside of this cyber world, I am left feeling somewhat sad. I have made many friends here at The O. My only regret is that I never met them in person. Alas, these are some of the cons of making friends in faraway places. Just as many of my friends and comrades are leaving, I am staying right here. My hopes are to make new friends while continuing to corospond with old friends. Although the quality of my list will diminish, I know that those of you who are staying with me will maintain the standards of excellence that you always have. Just as you have been here for me, so shall I be here for you. My door is open and the table is set. Come as you are; stay as long as you like. No matter where you wonder to, you are always welcome in the House of The Grifter.

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Friday, September 8, 2006

Somewhat Late; Worth the Wait?

With all that I've done And all that I've said This week is all over I've come to the end I'm tired of working On all that is here I just want to go home Perhaps drink a beer For Saturday means rest With nothing to do Spend time with my wife And get lucky, too But mostly just chill Maybe work on some art And wait in dread For the next week to start So a toast to you My dearest of friends Drink up and play hard And have a great weekend Cheers! Grifter

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Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Alchemy's Lament - The Grifter

I’ve drawn the circles They’re all complete This deed to be done No time for retreat Awake and alive So soon she will be To rest in my arms So soon will I see To bring this one back Will take all that I know For pulse quickens now While hands begin to glow Eyes widen with delight This form takes shape Tears begin to come Mouth stands agape Gasps and moans These fill the air As crimson eyes Open and flair I’ve checked it all What went wrong That’s not my love What have I done What these hands have cursed With witnessed eyes scarred Such lovely memories Lay broken and charred No matter the cost I said with a grin As I clutch at this void Where an arm had once been 99

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