I’ve visited this area last year after hurricane Irene hit it..the stone walls are patched, the lawns back in order and local residents are once again preparing for a storm, this time Sandy….. hopefully, it won’t repeat Irene’s damaging force.
Noooo! Wait! I called it M.A.D.
What is it? Well give me a day or two and all will be revealed. This has been brewing and stewing for awhile.
Now let me see if I can find an image to pop in here to (hopefully) keep your interest :)
flickering lights follow the frontiers path
heavenly music coming from a dot in the sky
there in the trees , a wandering eye
calm is replaced with the blizzard like wind
flashes of light hitting the ground
running water is heard like a water fall crashing
a single hit to the fleshy white nap of the neck
falling , things go black
looking down there he is , wait
laying lifeless while I float away
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Clive is a cat , he looked like no other
He searched the world over , looking for mother
His coat was a wash , of gray and some white
When the moon glowed , he sure was a sight
He walk down the hill , to the pond so calm
Not a soul was found , especially his mom
He looked up with tears while god he did hear
Your moms up here , she didn’t disappear
He asked the great voice , as he started to walk
Can I see my mom , or can we just talk
The voice being slow was also real soft
As most of Clive’s wishes mostly were lost
grabbing and clawing scratching his chin
He replied to the voice as he started to grin
when I close my eyes and begin to dream
Thinking about our life, it will be supreme
God voice was bold as he said kinda loud
Clive I will tell you , your mother is proud
eyes are open ,
thoughts are broken ,
tempting me ,
day and night stalking ,
spying , waiting , watching
heartbeat gaining speed ,
urges haunting the good ,
life on the edge ,
together as a chain ,
all hope is held high.
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Colors of the rainbow , peppers can be
I notice in the garden , colors of three
yellow for banana , bells are red and green
wow this chili pepper resembles a bean
I look in the cupboard and see a pepper or two
cayenne looks orange and taste’s up a stew
black pepper is there , on our dishes we share
crushed reds one shake or two , do i dare
I look in the fridge , most used and boss
in tiny little bottles I see some pepper sauce
I’ve heard from some friends that ran astray
they even put pepper into a spray
Pepper is used in everyday life
careful should be to cut with a knife
the juice you will get right in your eye
and then the pepper will make us all cry
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Andrew and I communed today with ducks and snapping turtles, and had this moment of green.
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I have been snooping and hunting for more info on young Terrance . I can find nothing about his body being found , or any burial information either. I did however find information of a hospital stay before he was reported missing. I do records aren’t all that trustworthy from this time , but when I researched hospital records I was very surprised. The first surprising fact was there were several stays in the hospital for young Terrance , Eight to be exact . They were all for pretty much the same thing , he seemed to have a recurring stomach ailment . The visits all were about the same amount of time which was 3 to 5 days each . One more thing that stood out was every time he was checked in , it was Theodore’s signature admitting him. He was reported missing on a Monday , just getting out of the hospital three short days before that.
I really want to look at police records as well , but I’m not sure where to go. I’m kinda curious if this was written off as a kidnapping or if there is anymore info out there. It ‘s also very funny that all I speak with always remember of him being a little puny , but not about being in the hospital . I do know this family stayed to them selves and have already heard some crazy things people had spread during these times . My interest is shifting to the 1940s when young Terrance was growing up, as this information is very hard to come by. I am going to a town office to get any info I can find .
I have made up my mind to turn this into a book so when I get all the info I will write and publish under this same title ..Please pass this story around , share on your Facebook profiles and tell your friends , Please click like , I sure thank all for reading …timzauto..
following closely I burst at the seams
not to sure whats happening next
these readings certainly cast a hex
I ‘m having trouble putting it down
reading on , there’s my hometown
This one reminds me of myself
It’s all done so I return to my shelf
I need to feed my imagination
dreamers dream , what a creation
Here we are … it’s 2012 .. I ‘m not sure why this is happening now .It almost seems as though I was meant to see and hear this , maybe to even solve this small mystery of the McMillan family that lived here before us . I spoke with the daughter of Mr McMillan , she was very reserved and didn’t want to talk a lot of her dad . I did however learn about Mary Alice’s brother , he died at a young age . The details of his death were everything but clear . Being in the fifty’s as like other things Terrance’s death was kind of just forgotten about . Mary Alice did tell me her father always carried the burden on his shoulders and was never the same after his son’s death. Mary Alice and Terrance were the only two children of Theodore and Alice Craft McMillan , after Terrance’s death in 1953 Mary Alice was an only child . I asked Mary Alice why she has never returned to this house . especially knowing my mother and speaking in passing in the street . She looked up at me , her expression turned to pure fear , she could barely speak . With a sunken voice , staring me in the eye she uttered he’s still there , then teared up as she said she needed to lay down and could I leave . I thanked her for the talk , on my way out she handed me a newspaper article about her brother’s death .
The picture above is a collage of the photo I took on June 5 2012 . The other was taken in this house in 1966 , this person appeared in the mirrors reflection .
TO BE CONTINUED …I’m researching this newspaper article and the family I will post a continuance to this on Monday…Thanks for reading..
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Beauty grows amid shadows….
growing darkness , impending furry .
looking back , everything blurry .
shadows building , nights arrangement .
grow up around us , total betrayment .
clouds moving by , moon light shown .
light shines beauty , through shadows blown .
Beauty grows amid shadows ….Poetry Challenge…
Please vote for your favorite at ….. http://mylifeuncutalmost.wordpress.com/2012/06/05/beauty-grows-amid-shadows-poetry-challenge/#comment-3032
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the ugly comes out , beauty is what I see
crossed faith , retrospect is plaguing me
wind and rain , friends are few
cold steel , rigidly built reminds me of you
I’m pulling away , forces are mounting
my armageddon coming , the days I’m counting
these thoughts take me over , I’m wasting my days
some say be patient , I’ll find my way
this war from within , soon I’ll fight
Leaving my darkness, the continuous night
my faith will win out , my mind will say
delivered from evil , to the light of day