tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82059174882369003112024-10-06T22:07:03.562-07:00Slaves to the MuseWe are writers, artists and musicians. We don't know why we are driven to do what we do. We just know that there is something there that needs to be expressed. We love what we do and hope you do too.Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-60339961882654949992011-02-18T17:04:00.000-08:002011-02-18T17:04:07.237-08:00Branigan's Lass<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-88082149905666298902011-01-26T08:17:00.000-08:002011-01-26T08:20:08.700-08:00The way of Things......... ... Some thoughts about loss.
I am not gone
Please never think me so,
The world must turn
Tides ebb, and spirits grow.
Our souls evolve
As everything must do,
Though bodies fade
My essence stays with you.
It's natures way
That everything must change,
All bodies grow
Then fall to rearrange.
But nothings lost
Just takes a different form,
Our souls remain
Complete as when we're born.
Some summer days
You'll feel me close at Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-13821584902165282602011-01-22T05:14:00.000-08:002011-01-22T05:14:19.509-08:00Chasing SomethingThose were the days
Do you recall,
When we were young
And dad's were tall.
The sunny days
Would come and go,
Now looking back
I miss them so.
The years they flew
So fast it seems,
We stretched our arms
To catch our dreams.
Now here I stand
And wonder why,
I chased a dream
That made me cry.
Yet still I know
That such is fate,
Don't end the show
It's note too late.
There still is time
For one Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-78339752891683017872011-01-09T07:51:00.000-08:002011-01-09T07:51:54.630-08:00The Death of Blixton<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-37872285514502580492011-01-05T09:56:00.000-08:002011-01-05T09:57:43.358-08:00Aeonian Legends: Immortal BloodlinesPart One of my new graphic novel Aeonian Legends: Immortal Bloodlines is out. Check it out on my website at http://www.maxwellalexanderdrake.com/pages/bloodlines.htmlAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00955872071377122196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-83704070432081187242011-01-03T07:43:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:57:01.335-08:00Sorry for my absence, fellow Slaves (and Mistresses). For the beginning of the new year, I thought I'd give you something a little different to my usual fayre to peruse..........
ADAM FIVE.
&Bryce Mainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04056370738435508155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-15327978068886282692011-01-02T14:23:00.000-08:002011-01-02T14:23:48.374-08:00GoneMy head was filled with thoughts of you today. Creating your memory in a thousand different ways. The ease with which you'd make me laugh. Those things you'd do that made me gasp. And then I wondered... where have you gone? Not long ago you dangled my heart on a string. Filled me with happiness, caused me to sing. My world seems a little bit broken now. I'd paste it together if I only knew how. Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-64771138855903001332010-12-24T09:22:00.000-08:002010-12-24T09:22:35.041-08:00CoCo Saves the Winter Snow
Written by Tami Snow
Once upon a Christmas Eve, not so long ago,
Jack Frost flew swiftly through the air, casting ice upon the world below.
When out of a tiny window blew, a fragrance oh so sweet,
he decided to have a look, and floated down to take a peek.
Through the crackled window pane, Jack opened it up wide;
Old Man Winter took a breath, the air it whirled inside.
As the Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-60605737590071532832010-12-04T09:51:00.000-08:002010-12-04T09:51:48.579-08:00Goodbye Valparaiso.We were four weeks on our way from Valparaiso. Sailing home across Atlantic blue.It’s been three years since I kissed you by the harbor, Long time away But every day Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-80410179698418850612010-11-30T06:52:00.000-08:002010-11-30T07:06:06.364-08:00The Alpha's Christmas MiracleHis breathing was shallow his soul was at war. The man standing beside his bed was no longer the Alpha of his pack. He was a father who was about to lose his son. The Long Road was calling him to his mate, his Destiny. The Alpha was as old as time itself. He had never lost a child despite his advanced years. He would not lose Rhys the future leader of his pack, more than that he was his son.AAbigail-Madison Chasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387615810760802067noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-78957459690899432592010-11-28T22:55:00.000-08:002010-11-28T22:55:39.852-08:00Dune Dragon
Upon a motored steed I climbed
Mounded hills of dusted diamond
Tempered moment forgetting time
Wind licking, human touch undone
Breezes stir sand through my hair
Encircling me in a tawny cloud
A dragon appeared hovering there
Before my sight, simple yet profound
Just how in this whirling wind he stayed
So easily bouncing and shifting in flight
Glistening green-eyed, locking my Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-40620457035609378622010-11-24T01:11:00.000-08:002010-11-24T01:28:13.951-08:00A Dream?
Last night I lay resting When sleep overcame meI found myself fallingDown into a dream,The darkness dissolvedInto warm summer meadows,Where bright wild flowersWere verging a stream.
I found I was walkingWith you there beside meYou were casually talkingAnd holding my hand.Then I turned toward youTo find you were smiling,Right there at that momentWas all that we planned.
I remember the fragranceOfAlan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-72122272572787736612010-11-21T22:39:00.000-08:002010-11-21T22:39:54.020-08:00Ten Things I learned While Visiting Alabama
Ten Things I Learned While Visiting Alabama:
There are no street signs. If you don’t know where yer goin’… yer shit outta luck.
There are no street lights. If you don’t have night vision… yer shit outta luck x2.
It is completely normal for a guy to be drivin’ a hunk o’ crap, half naked, while guzzlin’ a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. The muffler on his car is for dramatic effect, only. I Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-46695771669170306852010-11-12T17:30:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:30:55.473-08:00A Whispered Dream.....part 2.
She whispered,” Wake my loveIt’s time to leave your mortal sleep,For all the stars have turned and IMy vow to you will keep.”
She whispered,” See my loveThe moon has risen blue and white,And all the magic of its glowWill shine on us tonight.”
She whispered,” Come my loveTonight we fly on silent wings,Across the ocean known as timeWhere love forever sings.”
She whispered.” Now my loveCome Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-62145949962305318562010-11-12T17:22:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:23:54.376-08:00Concerto in redShe looks, the devil
Flashing in her eyes,
Half turns her head
Her smile lingers still.
Then reaching out
Skin lightly touches skin,
That one caress alone
A sensuous thrill.
More red than passion
Woven to a gown,
That swirls and settles
Showing nature’s art.
Now loose and falling
Softly on the floor
In scarlet overture
To beauties part.
Now the wayward
Moonlight in the room,
Projects two Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-7322911393355415592010-11-02T19:16:00.000-07:002010-11-02T19:22:46.612-07:00Earthshine Chapter one.
*1*
All around me was white. The purest gleam of fresh fallen snow, simple and soft and blinding all at once. The gentle glow enveloped me, comforting me.
And she was there.
My memory of her had faded, as a negative exposed to extreme light, over time becoming translucent. But her presence lingered always, a ghost on the Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-2123049161415849552010-11-02T18:18:00.000-07:002010-11-02T18:21:56.252-07:00First page...too slow??Let me know if this is too slow for a first page to a novel...“Are you sure you want to go through with this?Dorian looked at his best friend and frowned. “It’s the only way Princess Aria would ever marry a nobody like me.”Lexer stared at the enormous mountain before them. “First of all, you’re not a nobody. And second, I don’t think we have a chance of keeping up with Veena. The woman is like Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-65967624068342338492010-10-23T23:25:00.000-07:002010-10-23T23:25:31.308-07:00Me and You and Kerrie Ann We sailed out on that summer’s dayJust me you and Kerrie Ann,Out to the islands in the bayTo where we knew the dolphins ran.
And as the wind blew from the westFor me and you and Kerrie Ann,It gave each wave a silver crestAnd billowed sails with natures fan.
We stopped and anchored out at seaDid me and you and Kerrie Ann, The day was peaceful as could beMost tranquil backdrop for our plan.
But Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-27555089455336626832010-10-20T14:15:00.000-07:002010-10-20T14:16:35.855-07:00The faerie danceNow the coppice still as evening Cloaked in shadows sombre weaves,Slowly wakes as autumn breezesStir the slumber of the leaves.
As the midnight hour approachesNow the harvest moon is high,Comes the strain of faerie musicSofter than a wood nymph's sigh.
There at the appointed momentGold and silver wings appear,Thus the faerie dancers promiseThe fertile earth another year.Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-41477132232008352202010-10-17T02:18:00.000-07:002010-10-17T02:18:00.787-07:00Heaven Help Us.........Chapter Two (Part 2)<!--StartFragment-->
“It’s happened again”, said the Devil, who was sitting behind an ornate, leather topped desk in what could loosely be described as his ‘office’. The fact that it actually was an office gave it an air of corporate authenticity. The dark wood panellingBryce Mainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04056370738435508155noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-2118948030024229742010-10-15T19:46:00.000-07:002010-10-15T19:46:52.492-07:00Sometimes at dead of nightSometimes at dead of night she calls
Echoing down corridors of dreams,
Lost at crossroad in another land
Tumbling in confusion.
Her plaintive cry sinks into my soul
Heartbreaking sorrow and despair,
Swirling all the colours of her mind
Into forgotten rainbows.
Her captive spirit aches to be set free
Its melancholy tears are pools of doubt,
Enchanted by a spell cast long ago
On some far horizonAlan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-22101642129972123572010-10-14T21:19:00.000-07:002010-10-14T21:20:36.038-07:00ReunionOkay...so I was feeling a little goofy...ReunionThe ten year reunion Approaches so quick,It makes you real nervous, Your stomach so sick.You look in the mirror And pat your bellyAnd wonder if you Should drop dead or flee.A diet, you feel, Will make you look nice.That glare from your ex Will be worth the price.Your hair may be thinning, No reason to wail,Your Spray-On-Hair Just came in the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-54093222601543359832010-10-14T19:21:00.000-07:002010-10-14T19:24:08.518-07:00The promise
Awake you sleeping spirits You knights from days of old,You guardians of BritainIn myth and legend told.Arise and keep the promiseA vow you made that when,Your country needed heroesWe'd hear you ride again.
You denizens of CamelotWho took that sacred vow,The table and ExcaliburAre waiting for you now.Again to swear allegianceAnd songs of valour sing,For Britain and for ArthurOur once and future Alan Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292282693249006363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-1490978826791458032010-10-13T12:48:00.000-07:002010-10-13T13:16:26.949-07:00Meeting Chance
My days and nights had begun to bleed together like water colors too wet to grip the canvas. The perfect sunrise would peek its eager face over the horizon, just as I was folding myself into the embrace of the nebulous velvet night. Something within my being would not allow for daylight to be slighted my presence.
“I’ll sleep Amber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205917488236900311.post-80182838055590351792010-10-11T00:20:00.000-07:002010-10-11T07:16:39.743-07:00Fate
She creeps upon you, eyes shut tight
Unwillingly captures your soul, your heart
Bleating and breathing, heaviest night
Trapping within, which you refuse to part
Come upon my body, unto her I plead
Heart, soul, living, corrupted desire
Vacant and wanting, so frivolous need
Realization, fates fueling her fire
Cruel, unyielding, drawing her sword
Pleasures so painful yet relentless
WillAmber Vaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382992993531293983noreply@blogger.com2