Monthly Archives: March 2015

RISE OF THE CYNIC

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Smokin’ cigarettes and drinkin’

Is the only rebel left in me

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the fairest one of all

Lost my youth before the dawn

Lost my youth before it was gone

Let me tell you a story

About a girl

With an unrealistic idea

They sold her on their slogan

Let her down, every step of the way

Blinded her before her life had begun

Some people say that a cynic

Is a broken hearted idealist

Far too young, far too frail

All that’s left is to rebel

All that’s left is to rebel

And the cynic grows

And the cynic rose

Youthful beauty paid the cost

And the cynic grows

And the cynic rose

Beauty paid the cost

And the cynic rose and that’s why

Smokin’ cigarettes and drinkin’

Is the only rebel left in me

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the fairest one of all

Lost my youth before the dawn

Lost my youth before it was gone

 

If you are interested in the song/video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEgcJunmP-Q

And, if you are unfamiliar with me or this blog, I also write fiction: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/525659

Just because there is a philosopher or theologian in all of us somewhere. Sleep tight for me. I’m gone!

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NUMBER NINE

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Here I stand, right before your eyes

You don’t know who I am

But you will know

Once I relieve you

From your sick destiny

Relieve you of your sick destiny

You thought I didn’t exist

You have no idea

Ignorance was your bliss

You take advantage

When you’re near

Just who do you think I am?

Bet you will know

When you breathe in all the fear

Trapped inside your own skin

Disconnected from reality

Let me set you free

I see you for what you are

Bleed you for what you are

The evil of your mortal soul

Filled by misery

Leaves me justified

Everything about me draws you in

Bet you never thought

You’d be the victim

 

Here’s a link to the video if you are interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eppWs5xSW4

 


WHO IS MR. G?

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“The General stood, realizing his prosateur was about to begin typing again, and walked back to his position in front of the bookshelf, but directly behind Mr. G. As he passed by the mirror, the General cocked his head slightly with surprise as he noticed he had no reflection. Contemplating the oddity, he simultaneously caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of what appeared to be an unfinished manuscript haphazardly placed on the shelf. It had a black, leather-bound cover with a label barely taped to the spine that read: “The Imperative Cosmological Paradigm Shift.”

-Meet Mr. G

A short story by January Rain

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Sleep tight for me. I’m Gone!


SCARLETT FEVER

Most of the time I can’t be bothered with being tied down to the commitment of a “favorite” for anything. There are certain songs, albums or bands that I like or love given a certain period of time. Sometimes it’s in line with its popularity—most of the time it’s not. Books are the same. I’ve read a lot of them, but certain ones will resonate with me for very different reasons. My taste in certain foods or clothes also change with time and….ahem…age. It’s the same with movies.

However, I can and do lay claim to Gone with the Wind as being my all-time favorite movie and book. I own the book, the DVD and previously owned the VHS. It all began when I ran across it by accident on television when I was a kid. I watched it on AMC every year around Christmas time (which is probably why I dig out the DVD around the same time each year—I probably ought to invest in the Blue-ray at this point).

At any rate, while that story has fascinated me over the years and my opinion of it has changed as I have gotten older, one thing holds true as far as why Gone with the Wind has remained a favorite of mine—Katie Scarlett O’Hara. The love affair she has with Rhett Butler may have something to do with it too. After all, despite the cynic in me there is a true romantic at heart (don’t forget–a cynic is just a broken hearted idealist). And, I have always had a natural affinity for period pieces (yes, I love Downton Abbey too).

While a central premise of the story is about change (political, lifestyle, ideas, power, etc.), what spoke to me was something utterly different. That being a strong, dominant female who was ahead of her time. So far ahead of her time, in fact, that she was ostracized, shamed and nearly completely shunned for it amongst her peers.

While many could, and rightfully so, on the surface analyze Scarlett O’Hara as a charmingly manipulative, cunning, uncaring woman who lied and/or betrayed her family and friends, there was far deeper meaning behind her behavior and in decisions she made. Regardless of great fear in her, she had a courage within to do the deeds needed to be done knowing all along that others would disapprove of her completely.

Yet, despite many of her faux pas, and knowing her reputation would be damaged, she squared her shoulders and carried on, doing what she needed to–what others wouldn’t dare dream of doing because it was socially unacceptable for a “lady.” Those who held steadfast to those ideals lost their homes, everything they owned and/or starved–unless they knew Scarlett. And, all while they condemned Scarlett for her seemingly despicable behavior they had little qualm with accepting the bounty she harvested. She kept many fed and clothed when they couldn’t or didn’t know how to help themselves. She had to figure it out all on her own.

Only three people truly understood Scarlett: Mammy, Melanie and Rhett. They may not have approved of her decisions or behavior at the same time or for the same reasons, but they all loved her and admired her for her bravery and strength and saw her well enough to know where her weaknesses of the heart truly rested–even if, in the end, Rhett gave up. But, that too is a deeper story that I shall not delve into right now.

Sleep tight for me. I’m gone.


MALUM DOMUS

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Just down the road

Where the East wind blows

Sits a house

Where no one dare go

 

A secret hidden

Beneath the vines

Draws you in, to your confines

A curse coursing through your veins

No harm has been done

Pleasure is the absence of pain

In the witching hour

He led you down

Where he did devour

Your last

Dying sound

He lust upon your pain

And said

Choose your poison

It’s all the same

The only difference

Is the name

A top a hill

Near the River

Is where you’ll meet your fate

Beyond the mortar breathes deaths last whisper

Under enchantment

It’s

Too

Late

In the witching hour

He led you down

Where he did devour

Your last

Dying sound

He lust upon your pain

And said

Choose your poison

It’s all the same

The only difference

Is the name

If you would like to hear the music or see the video, please feel free to visit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9waE_qcdjk

And, don’t forget to read my short story “Meet Mr. G.” (link here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/525659), now also available through Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and coming soon to a Kindle near you. Oh–yeah–and don’t forget to rate it and write your review!


THE OBSERVER

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The Observer

Sees your soul differently

Waiting

Searching

For the hidden emotion in fantasy

Stealing

Secrets

Freezing moments in time

Only a few will notice

Eye from the corners

Pretending they’re not watching the watcher

She moves through the crowd

In dim stage light

Just another face

In the frame

Capturing your immortal fate

The Observer is a silent seeker

The keeper of intimate expressions

For a small fee

You get to view

Her view–the way she views the world

Only a few will notice

Eye from the corners

Pretending they’re not watching the watcher

The Observer is a silent seeker

The Keeper of intimate expressions

Only a few will notice

Eye from the corners

Pretending they’re not watching the watcher


MEET MR. G

MR G CoverGordon Garrison is a dark and tortured author who becomes aware he has unknowingly been manipulated into becoming a weapon. The darkness awakens—tormented and creating. He has decided to turn the tables. Redefine your notion of existence and appeal to your inner theologian as your Twilight Zone senses tingle.

Find the short story e-book at the following sites:

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A big thank you to my wonderful husband who encourages my creative mischief. Also, the cover design was done by Adrijus from RockingBookCovers.com. Thank you Adrijus!

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“Sleep tight for me, I’m gone!”