GoodbyeThis is something that I thought about long and hard before finally deciding to submit this to the 'We Miss You' Contest (II) by PutYourBraveFaceOn.The following is the eulogy that I wrote for my grandfather who passed away Christmas Day, 2008, in his eighty-sixth year of life, and sixty-fifth year of marriage. I was exceptionally lucky in that I was thirty-two when he left us, and of those years, I saw him almost every day of them. I grew up in an extremely close family, and this contest made me think of Pop. The point of "We Miss You" is a woulda, coulda, shoulda, and although Pop knew how I felt about him
Moment's PauseIn absence, my mind wanderso'er the last dayyou were 'side me,though not to stay.A smile curls out my lipsfrom daydream thought:your charming face,the love you brought.
ForsakenLifeless - the forever twilight that dulls the empty skies; a world destroyed right to it's core, ripped wide with anguished cries of loss, despair. The deathly void, it settles deep while burden twisted, skeletal branches bend and weep.They stand alone, the barren markers of Natures tomb, their whispering sighs, a lullaby in the gloom.Fields of life lay dry as bone; the heavens shed no tears.All that thrives are death and dust, and the deepest spring of fears.The well of hope, born out of myth, its depths have long since dried; a harsh and shallow testament for those now left behind.Winds claw through
Universal TiesMother Nature and Father Time were walking hand in handalong the dazzling waterside, upon the burning sand,when decidedly they stopped to gaze upon the beauty of the land.Their union's one to marvel, sharing two opposing lives,with Father's running backwards, while forwards Mother's strides.Though their marriage still be timeless, to no other they ally.Hearts beat as one, yet separate stand, bound, but both are free.And with the magic of their love decreed by Destinytheir wisdom reigns; the here and now, that's all that life can be.Mother knows what's come and gone, but not what lies ahead.She's comforted by Father with th
Sword and Shield: Introduction Copper fought off another wave of nausea as she watched the digital image of the mercenary fighter flip end over end, and disappear from the electronic gun sight. She'd never fired at a target in space before, and found out instantly it was a whole different ball game with more velocity and a myriad of attack angles not found when engaging targets planet-side. It didn't help that the weapon she was using was a dorsal mount 2 13/50, with a slow tracking director, that wasn't designed to do much more than look vaguely menacing. Still, she'd managed to score at least one solid hit on the little fighter, apparently causing enough damage to dampe