Once, twice, thrice….how many more times in pain? Tired of the game; up , down spun and twisted round like a tangled web of eternity. Stretched taunt like a piano string, ready to rebel. Take a new road even if its hell to bare. This avenue, perhaps forsaken or total bliss upon the soul. Ride the tide of evolutionary blunders and allow the thunder to rattle your bones like every earth’s stone that feels that heat. Numb it, bind it, strap it into the depths of existence. Wisps of Whispers to the soul that yearns to spiral out of control. Unrestricted, unrestrained a wild fire filled with desire and yearning just out of reach. Tickling, tantalizing; a fantasy never meant to be tasted. Perhaps a life wasted and skewed out of perception. Always choose and lose or gain and be blamed. Childish, empty, sweet nothings that fall on deaf ears. Choose or be chosen.
Sit beneath the stars and gaze on what a wonderous maze lays above the heads of every living soul that dreads what the future may hold. Piece together the puzzles of centuries long forgot. How many ancestors gazed before our lot? Imaginations stretched far and wide, could they really conceive the possibilities what lay beyond such a small existence? We reach for the stars, beyond the moon, without exploring our great lagoons that lace the lands together as one. Celestial we call by name in wonderment and curiosity that spares not one questionable breath to those that neighbor nearby. So look upon and feel so small we are but a grain in the art of Rangoli that cries to be created with each tedious stroke that haunts the imprints of time.
Poem: Whispers of Fate
Twists and turns always lessons learned with fate abound. Wonders of magnitude and distress. Broken, breaking hearts that cause delusional visions within the soul. Always new paths and doors opening wide and others closing just as swift. What lies and truth return in every motion that ignites the passion to live? Each step harder forward as the wind cascades its influence across the destiny we all spiral down. Whispers of fate echo all around even if it is only silence heard to human existence. A weaving of thread that displays the journey of all that live.
Poem: Sun kissed
From earth to sky the blazing heat bids the icy plunder of winter to recede back into the depths of the breaths of creation. Bind not those who step upon soil and rock and harvest below. The sun splays the rays of existence into glorious creation and to kiss the surface of all who slumber upon the marble known as home. What delicate balance weaved into oblivion that not all are welcome to. A circle, a web, of energies and magnitude that blend like the shades of an artist’s canvas that tells of stories not quite known to any human or beast. Sun kissed , sun blessed what wonders never cease for all that has been given and taken in vein.
Topic : Kindle Vella
So if you haven’t heard of kindle vella, it is a new platform that Amazon has come up with for authors/readers. It released earlier this week for readers and authors could post on it for last couple months. It is literally serialized writing, so authors post chapter by chapter. First three chapters are free and then you basically buy tokens to read the rest of the chapters.
I am an author on the site, I have three stories started on kindle vella. It seems to be a fairly easy concept for authors and readers. Readers just have to go to the kindle vella site and search keywords like fantasy to find books more to their liking. Authors can post at their leisure over all and can even turn every ten chapters into a paperback or eReader book. As of yet I am not getting any hits on my stories but it is early in the game. If you are looking for a way to publish pieces of a book and maybe make a little side money this is it. It is like a wattpad in some sense, but I am sure Amazon has just pretty much tossed the concept against the wall to see if it sticks.
We won’t really know the outcome and if this platform is long term for a few months depending how popular it gets. I will likely update about this in a couple months just to let other authors know how it is going, and how one sided getting noticed is on this platform. If you are curious about my stories on there just look for N.K. Sterling. Well thanks for reading hope everyone is doing well, keep being creative everyone. Take care.
Look out on the horizon peer out to sea what wondrous things are before thee? Monstrous, magnanimous looming mountains abound; silence brings whispers throughout the foggy peaks. Stories of old, ancient tales that embolden to all those who seek truth along the golden horizon that greets both darkness and light. For what sacrifice has been spilled upon the land and drained into the endless oceanic world of the deep, which brings with it majestic words that do not speak. A universe apart from what we know, dangerous that harbor love within the abyss. The shore hungers for more then just the caress of the tide, even as the two worlds collide. Only the star kissed heaven’s above witness each eternal love.
If all the world would tremble, and silence would be no more, only one soul would hear the rap upon the door. With rushing winds and gusting tides there is no reasons, or compromise as heaven’s defeat does blaze across the midnight skies. Eternal conundrum of blasphemy, of blurred prophecy that speaks to no ears willing to listen. Forgiven for not what has transpired, but what will occur in the churning wheel that holds all fortunes. Given fate’s demand , the will on a whim. A branch stretched into the darkness that whispers eerie promises of eternal light. A masterful flight into the ever evolving eternity that hungers for every drop that over flows into the abyss of our brewing lives. Mystical, magical, manipulating games of the mind and soul; dream, scheme , but always scream for the edge has only just risen above the ash and soot.
Stand your ground , mark your lines, this fight is not done until your last breath. Regress, progress, one step back, two forward. Wonder, blunder wait for the thunder then strike like lightening upon the world around. You are great, grand, graceful and grateful for all you’ve been and soon to be. Fall then rise again, spin, whirl, twirl the environment around. Embrace all that is given , taken, broken, forsaken. This heart broken, breaking. You aren’t dead, just stripped bare. Create a new foundation, liasion with yourself. You are strong, beautiful, wonderful, you, no one else can create the change, rearrange what you want to see, want to be. The battle is real, a hard deal to strive through, pull through. You can do it, cross the lines break the limits placed upon yourself. You try and fail, feel destitute, destruction but it is life, it is strife but you decide how to make your choice, your path. It is yours, now choose.
A balance of light and day, sun and moon come to play. One step at a time, one turn than another. You can rise and help one another to aid in each plight that is a fight. The scales tip, buckle, and groan. Sway to and fro , right to left and a foray of lavish displays or down low wither and slow. Raging or serading a life that is grand or hard to understand. Reach for a paradise, imagine a greater tomorrow and a future worth fighting for.
Poem: The pirate ship
On the sailing sea and rough tides there lurks a ship on the deep blue that haunts and stalks every vessel that lingers on the horizon. Guns ablaze this crew makes their trades on the black market that supports their dirty deeds of ransom and stealing creeds. Oaths of the forsaken, souls of the dark, awakened. Whispers on the wind they do make their target again; cutting through the water like a knife their ship they call black paradise. Wicked maneuvers they perform making you wish you were never born. Abuse and confuse they bare their ways for the world to see and then….without a trace they vanish again.