Summer Dreams: Part 1

Sometimes I feel like the summer wind,
blowing in
to your house
full of disrespect.
Blowing peacefully,
yet still disregarding your privacy.

This is not who I want to be.
So I tell stories
to make you try and like me.
I can't lie forever, but I'll try.
And when I'm gone, you wouldn't even cry.

Stories are stories are stories, even if not true.
If I really believe, I can tell them to you.
Finding secrets in graves, and branches, and streams;
The air screams out it's different furies on a stormy night.
Exhaustion....
Something we all feel.

The Tale of the Ghost Bears

A young boy asked his Grandmother once:
"Gran'ma? Can you tell me about the 'Ghost Bears'? Sis says they'll eat me if I don't do the dishes for her. Is that true?"
The Grandmother smiles a thin crooked smile, and a mischievous glint comes to her eyes (this is always her expression when about to start a tale).

"Well, deep in the woods, past where only the few bravest, most foolish humans have gone, wander the Ghost Bears. Doomed to wander the earth forever hungry. Trapped somewhere between life and death. They are so terrifying to behold, that the only one person to survive them has since gone mad. All that is known of their appearance is as follows. Their eyes glow with the hellfire of their eternal damnation. They have claws like scythes, two feet long, which are able to gut a grown man from head to toe. From their backs sprout spines 4 feet long, which are sharp as a butcher's knife. But worse of all, is their hearts. For in the ghost bears' case, the original organ has ceased to function. So, in order to keep their ghostly blood pumping through their ghostly veins, and therefore continue their eternal wanderings, they have replaced their hearts with the engines of aeroplanes. It is said, when a Ghost Bear wishes your death, you will hear it from over a mile away."
"What's it sound like!?" the boy asks in a quavering voice.
The Grandmother cups her hands over her mouth and says "WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP"
A look of true unbound terror crosses the boy's face.
The Grandmother smiles and laughs "Boy, it's only legend. They can no more harm you than a single ant. Don't let your sister frighten you into doing her chores for her. And anyways, you go tell her that Ol' Granma-ma says that Ghost Bears only go after those with a wicked heart, since if they get one truely, 100% grade A wicked heart, they can be free of their curse. Tell her I say she better shape up, or else I'll call the ghost bears here with a secret spell my Mama told me, and they'll steal her heart away from her."

The boy laughs and smiles the same sort of crooked mischievous smile his Grandma did, and dashes off towards the kitchen. From where she sits in the living room, Grandma can see the boys older sister put her hands to her face in horror and rush to do her portion of the night's dishes. The boy turns, winks at Grandma, (who winks back) and turns back to cleaning the table as he was earlier.

Grandma sits back in her chair and looking up at a picture on the mantle piece above the fireplace, let's out a sigh. With a sad, whishful look on her face she whispers aloud, "If only they knew how you two passed on...frightens my heart cold, to know that they may one day face the same horror I just told them wasn't real...frightens it colder than the Antarctic it does."

"Agent Blog, we're returning you to active status."

Yo, it's be for-eveeer since I've posted anything here! Almost a year and a half approximately. A friend of mine still uses her blog here and when I was reviewing some of her newer posts I thought " I wonder what I was doing with my old blog?" So I gave it a look- see and for old times sake ended up reading some of he stuff I have up here. And then I remembered that not only do I enjoy writing immensely, I'm pretty good at it too. So! I have decided to start updating this blog again! So if anyone stumbles across this, or has been following from the beginning, and has been wondering what happend with this whole schpeal, your answer is: it's back! Oh and with a new tagging system as well! You'll notice my older post's tags all start with a number, and that they are in numerical order from first to last [oldest to most recent]. Now, they will have the year followed by a number in brackets( ex: 2012[1] ). The numbers still represent post order (oldest to mos recent) but each year will start with the number one, and henceforth.
Welp, that's that. Hope you enjoy whatever gets posted here this year.
Peace,
Timothy

We walk with the dead, but on top of their heads.

As promised: a post entirely dedicated to pictures I've taken in cemeteries!!




My friend Nessa and I went cemetery hopping one day! This is her next to a headstone she really likes, because it says "Remember Me" on it.



More headstones in the Town of Warwick Cemetery. I love how headstones look when they are all lined up on a hill.



This crow moved onto that headstone from a smaller one. I think it wanted me to take it's picture. Seriously, I think it did!


Nessa admires a little kids grave. It 's a tiny garden, which is adorable and sweet.


Nessa on top of a crypt! Hope the people inside don't mind! o~o

These next photos are from a visit prior to the above visit. This visit, me and another of my friends, Sheila went to the Goshen Cemetery in Goshen, NY.

This was only my second time taking pictures of a cemetery, but I got some good shots nonetheless!


I love the light in this picture.



And I love this picture a metric fuckton!


This tree was later named "Big Mama Tree". I love my friends and their imaginations. :P
I does kinda look like it's watching over those smaller graves over there, so the name fits. :)




"Oh Big Mama Tree, whatever shall I do?"
"How'm I s'posed ta know? I watch dead people all day! What would you want me to say?"

That's what I imagine would be the sorta question-response you can expect of a cemetery tree. I s'pose such a trees advice (should it indeed give any) would be "Dig a hole and lie down in it. That seems to work."

Well, that's that. That was a lot of picture up-loading. And a lot of fun. Definitely gonna do this again as soon as it gets warm 'round these parts. New York is fricken cold this time of year!!


Oh,and if you want proof that I'm not a vampire who lures pretty ladies into a cemetery and sucks them dry of blood; notice all the pictures are in daylight.

Thanks everyone, and remember you're life is wasting away.
Just kidding, don't take the tree's advice.

-Timothy

Cell phone photography- I'm surprisingly good at it.

Here are some pictures I've taken with my cell phone. Interesting medium choice yes, but I believe it is paying off.

"The eye of modern technology shines in the Night; Cold."



I took this in front of my friend Theresa's house while waiting in my car for her to show up there. It was such a beautiful winter night, and such a beautiful scene, I couldn't help but take a picture of it. See, cell phones are good for at least one thing.
Props if you figure out what the eye in the title is.

"Friends with flowers"


Taken at the Tuscan Cafe in Warwick during open mic. This was when I first got my new phone, and I wanted to see how good the camera is. It's decent.

Well, that's that. I'm gonna arrange a special cemetery photo show for my next post. I take pictures in cemeteries a lot. I love cemeteries!

Forever yours
Timothy

I came up with this song in the shower this morning!

[CHORUS]
Someday we'll be together, surviving all kinds of weather
Someday I'll be with you, with all of our friends or alone and content

[CHORUS]

[Verse 1]
Through fields I'll be running with you
stopping to pick all the strawberries
Through the woods we're gonna run
while dancing with all of the faeries

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]
Someday we'll be in a small house in Canada
with a dog, some cats, and assorted furry animals
sitting by the fire with you,
sipping our tea I say "I love you true"

Someday we'll be together, surviving all kinds of weather
Someday I'll be with you, with all of our friends or alone and content
yeah, with all of our friends or alone- and con-tent-

Cold Northern Wind

I am the Northern Wind, bitter and cold.
Full of terrible power,
I chase away the Summer
and cause December Snow to fall.

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The internet says this is not plagiarism of someone else's words, but they still seem hauntingly familiar. I feel as if I've heard them before...I really hope that I came up with them, but I just can't shake this feeling that they're some other's. Strange.