Walk With Me

Moonlighting Scrivener

Shatter me

With those

Beautifully spun lies

Unravel me

With those

Deftly traced lines

Ignite me

With a passion

That flutters and flies

Unveil me

Like a masterpiece

On a pedestal of marble tiles

Adorn me

With a spectre

Of unending smiles

Promise me

To walk

Those few extra miles

And I’d give to you

A love

Far from all beguiles

Walk with me

Will you

Down another one of those aisles?

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And Tonight We Grieve

Moonlighting Scrivener

It has happened yet again.

Lives scarred. Lives lost. Lives unceremoniously snatched away from unsuspecting innocents.

A hefty price paid to feed the chasm of human depravity. The price of life.

What little value it holds.

We burn candles. We mourn. We thank our stars in gratitude for not being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We try to empathize. But, no human experience is ever enough to translate the pain felt by our brethren today. The pain of families left behind. What they wouldn’t give for another minute with their loved ones.

A massacre. A deranged soul. A gun. A law. A Lobby.

It’s time to take stock and weigh. An agenda against a life. A gun against a bullet peircing through the flesh.

Because tonight, we grieve again.

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The Celebration

My post titled “Coming Home” was the other side of this story. Reading it, you can know what was going through the mind of the girl, to whom the guy went home to.

Moonlighting Scrivener

She frowned, deep in thought. It had been five months. Not a long amount of time by any measure. Yet, for a man who’d never loved before and for a woman who’d been hurt one too many a time, it was quite a lot.

She scrunched her nose, disliking every idea that entered her head. She needed to celebrate, for him, with him. Yes, she had had longer relationships before, but none that showered her with such selfless love, unconditional support and an infinite understanding of all her craziness.

He not only gets her, but he’s got her. And that fact, to her, made all the difference in the world.

It was almost midnight now and she had run out of ideas as well as the fuel to enable further thinking. There just wasn’t anything she could come up with that was worthy of the man and his love for…

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