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The shoes themselves are very soft and comfortable with the exception of the little bumps on the foot part of the shoe. After a short while if your feet are at all sensative they will rub and hurt. A pair without those hard bumps would be more suitable in my opinion. Perhaps a promo idea would be offered.
Ok, I actually bought these to step outside to get something when I'm too lazy to put on shoes! Oh my gosh I wear them all the time!! Love the feel and does wonders for my plantar fasciitis.
I have wide feet and high arches. This is my second pair of Skechers and I'm now a convert. Between the gym and my job, I'm on my feet a lot. Skechers are so light weight and comfortable! I love them! I do wish more styles came in wide width.
Just hope they will continue to make this particular white shoe so I can continue to buy because I'm an 11 and wide so if it wasn't for Skechers I would have to to to rack room shoes and buy a cheaper less nicer pair of shoes that are not as comfortable.
I wear these shows everyday they are still in great shape. The shoe is comfy and fits like a glove. Not the best for wet weather but can withstand being left out in the rain. Perfect for any occasion, dances, going out with friends etc.
Shoes are comfortable and so cute! I've been looking at the different designs to decide which I will buy next. It feels good to make a purchase that also contributes towards a good cause.
I bought them for walking while in florida, needed arch support, flip flops just don't cut it anymore. They were great for this. I might have narrow feet but I had to tighten the straps near the toe so it kind of overlapped on the end and was not wild about the look and it chafed a bit, nothing to cause a blister or anything. I think they are cute and not therapeutic looking or manly looking and this color goes with allot.
My old Teva sandals lasted for 15 + years! I didn't think that Teva could improve on the platform. But my hard to please feet thought otherwise. I haven't had the opportunity to wear these around yet (too cold in New England), but I'm really looking forward to it!
Skechers are really the only shoe I enjoy wearing. I do have foot and leg issues and need a good fitting shoe that not only supports but is ultra comfortable. Skechers gives me that perfect shoe. Thank you but I wish you would offer MORE of your shoes in a wide fit. It is still hard to find enough variety and availability but thanks for offering some of your styles in a wide fit and PLEASE continue to do so.
I now own four pairs of these in different colors. I absolutely love how comfortable they are! I used to suffer from planter fasciitis but that seems to no longer be an issue ever since I started wearing Skechers!
Awesome Experience. Selected normal free delivery but it was delivered within 3 days. It made a big difference getting the cheer shoes earlier than expected since we were going out of town. Will buy from you more often...
I ordered these for my 12 yo daughter. They are really light and fit great! They do run about a size small but we already knew that so no problem. We got them really fast too! Very pleased!
i had ordered these twice from another store and was sent the wrong size.,My order came in within 3 days of ordering and the correct size. I will definitely order from your store again
the shoes are very true to size and are super comfy! They look great with jeans and casual wear.
I tried on several other brands and styles of hiking boots, but this one was the best. I walk my dog out in the desert and it's great with climbing gulleys and in rocky terrain. It is so comfortable, both the cushion and around the ankle. It's not stiff like other hiking boots but it is still supportive. Very happy with this purchase!!!!
These slides are much more comfy than the benassi slides I had.
Cute shoes I have both beige and the denim, denim feels a little tighter fit, if I wear the beige all day I have noticed the back rubs on top of my heel, I wear without socks, but like I said there cute and as I feel comfortable, I wouldn't wear them in the in winter that's for sure but great for spring, summer,& fall
I really love them. They are comfortable and cute.
I bought this pair of boots for my daughter. Good quality western boots at a reasonable price, she likes it well!
These are my very first boots, I had wanted a pair for years and had never gotten to buy them. With ordering them online and never trying them on I'd say order a full size to a half size down from your shoe size. But then are very comfy once broke in. The description through me off a bt because they say tall and I imagined soemthing closer to my knee tall but they are not too short either I still love them and the design and color are amazing.
Bought the boots for my wife as a Christmas gift they are great I will diffinetly be using you guys more thank you
My has to wear this brand of reeboks because of her flat feet. Academy sports was the only store that carried these at a great price with shipping directly to my house. This is the second pair I've bought from academy with the first pair bought in the store at Cape Girardeau, Mo. great price and fast shipping thanks!
My wife of 29 years has alays loved this style of shoes. Goes back to the old days of Aerobics, I guess. We love Academy Sports, but this is the first time we have made a purchase online from the company. Couldn't be happier! Great shoe, excellent service and now my wife can keep moving to the oldies for a little while longer!
These flip flops are a terrific value and so comfortable. I live in them almost year-round and definitely plan to buy more when my current stock is depleted.
The pic does not do these boots justice. These are a beautiful reddish wine color and the fit is perfect.
My third time wearing these boots and they are absolutely perfect. True to size, roomy enough for larger calves, and almost completely broken in right out of the box. Color is gorgeous and they get compliments every time. Nice enough for work or going out, but could also be worn with jeans and a t-shirt. Bought them in tribute to a friend that passed away who loved cowboy boots and the color red. Now buying clothes with an eye for something that I can wear these with!
This was a gift for my granddaughter for her birthday and I knew just where to go to. Academies always has anything athletic, then or now.
I'm glad I came acrosss these shoes. They're comfortable and look good.
I wore them to a concert and was in them for hours and it even rained. They were so comfy. My feet did not hurt nor were they slippery in the rain. I am ordered a second pair because I know I will wear out the ones I bought in the store!
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Lialla and the others followed the passage until, all at once, it opened up into a massive cavern. To the left the ground fell away precariously into a hundred foot drop right into a massive sea of lava. The rock ledge they stood on was littered with large boulders and loose rocks. Smoke filled the ceiling and seemed to be draining out of the cavern through small vents at the top. The passage continued on along the ledge, where the ceiling was lower, right to another opening on the far side.
At this point Lialla paused. The heat in the chamber was nauseating. "Look!" cried Tarrsk in a hushed voice. They all turned to where he was pointing and saw, to their amazement, an open crate! Rushing over without thought, they investigated the scene.
There were definitely signs of life here, and the crate had the symbol of the SoroSuub Corporation. On top of that it showed very little signs of age. Tarrsk sniffed the container and informed them that there was a definite smell of food still in the container. He didn't think it was very old.
"Let's see what else is in this cavern," Lialla suggested with excitement, and she stood and rushed through the cavern toward the other entrance to the cavern. As she went she scanned the area for more signs of recent habitation.
Suddenly, a snapping sound echoed through the chamber and immediately there came the sound of something whirring through the air. Instinctively Lialla dropped to the ground, and a split second later a whirling blade shot over her head and across the room to slam into the far wall where it sparked as the metal hit rock.
All of them froze, and for several moments they didn't speak or move. And then, all at once, a great rumbling sound could be heard throughout the entire cavern. The ledge shook, and Lialla and the others clutched anything they could find near them to give themselves some sort of support. Then the entrances on both sides of the ledge began to close.
"Through the doorway!" Geldar cried as they left their places to hurry to the doorway they'd come through. Hearts pounding in their chests, they reached the door just as it ground slowly to a close.
Then, to their horror, the lava began to bubble and rise towards the ledge. Lialla fell back from the door and stared over the edge with eyes widened in complete terror. All mental capacity had shut down, and she was frozen in place.
Geldar, however, still had his head on his shoulders. He ignored the rising lava and pulled out his lightsaber. Igniting it he shoved the blade into the door and began to cut it open as fast as he could. Still the lava rose, faster now than before, and Tarrsk was growing more anxious with each moment. He wanted to shove Geldar to the side and do the cutting himself. Geldar, however, was calm as he trusted the Force to get them out of the dilemma.
At last, he cut a hole in the rock door large enough for them to squeeze through, and having Tarrsk grab Lialla they all rushed out of the cavern and up the passage just as the lava rose to the rock ledge and began to pour onto its surface. They ran as fast as they could, but the lava was right behind them.

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~My Nutty Squirrel Poem~
Up in a tree, on a branch
Now you see me, now you don't!
Sneaky and fast, I'm adorable
Now, why would you hunt or shot me for fun?
Do you like, how fast I run?
I'm not just another chipmunk
Stuffing my face with nuts,
I'm classy and beautiful,
The best part of nature.....
Red pointed ears, I hear you drawing near.
Chuckle, chuckle, caffeine free
I saw you looking at my fine coat.
Fluffy and curious, touch me and I'm Calling PETA!
See YA--- Life Is Beautiful!!!
I'm stuffing these nuts back into my mouth
and Jumping onto another tree :) The End
Love The Squirrel from another World.
Love LINDA
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016
~Chasing Bigfoot~
Across the Bayou Waters
Into vast trails of wilderness
I follow a sound, a sullen scent
He was out there,
hairy large and in charge
Drugs under the beastly moonlight
Heavy torrents swept me in
Deep, down and dark
Under a hidden den
Between the moon and stars
I gaze into a world unknown
A comparison of salt water and bonnets
Lord of the forest deep
Entrapped in a romantic secret sonnet
Over the corner in every shadow
Red Auburn hair, above a 12 foot pair
Daring to face the lone gallows
In one peek
I observe it was not made by men
The fear became excitement
It offered a moment to think
I don't know if it wants to injure me
It sniffs me repeatedly,
Smearing my skin with his nose
This type of behavior, this smell
Began to arouse my rose
Rough nails grip around my neck
Forest flavored lips
Unravelling a taste unhuman
The touch erupts and fills me with fear
Still, I long to linger near
Sunrise starts with a grin
Revolving around the mood
Upon his long coat of shrooms
Without fear I stroke his thick fur
Rough and sweet I repeat
Living or dying, I stay
To love the fear-driven inside
Day after day
Deep and gray, life fades
Then becomes elusive
11 years the sun hides
Dark eyes, hold me all night
This wild man, by the bedside
Cries from the woods before sunset
I follow----
Somewhere behind hidden walls
The woods stand tall
Flowers welt from this burning love
My heart owned by the sasquatch
Though rapid dreams and streams,
I scream
Of Big Foot and I
By: PD
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt the kindness of his eyes
His tears grew this world
His voice made all of us listen
He made fisherman, philosophers
He made masons run free
He sang to ladies of the night
With the wine from wells of passion
Caliphs and Abu Nuwas soon followed
Love belongs to no one tribe
No sect or religion
It's the flower that seed's travels the globe
Like feathers floating in the wind
When you see a child with no food
A woman with no smile
A man with no home
You make a balloon or funny face
You grow a rose
You build a hut
Trust in the kindness underneath
It will kiss you on your death bed
You shall rise to the heavens
You loved the universe
Notes: This is one poem that for sure can be peeled like an onion. First of all, I am working on a poem based on historical fact, and documents from the Vatican, that will serve no other purpose than to tell an age old story. Yes part of it takes place in current day Turkey.
Second, I have a friend who resides in Turkey, and we met over the internet, and over the years, have become friends. I know him to be kind, to all people and animals. We are simply friends that have shared stories, laughter, and hardships at times. Whether someone lives next door or half way around the world, true friendship and honor is hard to find. You can not give it or receive it. You can only both earn it over time.
No man is perfect, we are what we are, but when you see a world in turmoil, as we do these days, maybe this small event or moment carries weight. I myself am not so nice. So then I must say this, My friend Volkan is, not to me, but to countless people. A smile and kindness costs nothing, and the world needs more of this richness.
Everyone these days talks of how technology is ripping apart society and this may well be true, but this is a choice we all make, technology is merely a tool. One can also use it to build bridges and friendships.
Normally I would be shy to give such praise, however events have taught me that, its better to speak good words than be silent.
Thank you, for helping building a better world!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
Across the Serengeti plain our matriarch would lead,
Dining on the guarri fruit, and gum acacia seeds.
Upon our sweet green namesake grass our bellies we would fill,
I'd visit with my mother's bones, nap in the northern hills.
We'd cross the Mara river, then the southern rains would fall,
We'd see the African spoonbill, and hear the weaverbird call.
We'd care for all the young ones, and with my sisters I would roam,
Victoria Lake... But then I'd wake, give up my dreams of home.
I'd bust my cage, I'd smash the door, and trample all around,
If I was an elephant, I'd tear the circus down.
December 6, 2016
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016
The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse to snubs or quailing
Moves closer on the weathered railing.
Both immersed in trailing thoughts
Mused on nigh, and what was naught.
The Pea fans its tail in public splendor
Cramped raptor prefers an opposing gender.
He clasps a plume of gleaming thread
To implant it on his own stark head.
On and on, a grueling day
Feathers plucked; cold work at play.
Peafowl's once featured feathered shafts
Now forlornly bare and subject to draft.
The predacious bird, a cocky thief
Snidely at par, to a native chief.
Clips of sun reveal a shadowy bane
The unlikely pair cast as one and the same
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2016
Biting winds and swirling flakes of snow had finally abated
We surveyed the deep drifts, which lay on the fields
The silvery moon peeped through the clouds and lit our way
It was bitterly cold, but the pitiful sound of bleating spurred us on
Some friends and neighbours had joined us – we had no time to lose!
Grabbing our spades we worked tirelessly throughout the night
Digging out the sheep and tiny lambs one by one
Their fleeces were matted with tiny icicles
As dawn broke we had rescued all but one of our precious flock
Suddenly our trusty sheepdog Shep started barking
We trudged to where he was frantically pawing at the snow
Our hearts lifted as we pulled the final sheep out alive
At last it was time for us to return to the farmhouse
In the distance I could see gold and silver lights sparkling
and scintillating on the Douglas fir tree in church in the village.
I raised my eyes to heaven and gave thanks.
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me between your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
Blood of beggars, blood of kings
Lost forever, never found
Roar your cry across the land
Where the road once walked and wound
Stranded in mountains of sand
Clamp your claws around my waist
'till my harness groans and falls
You will hold my torso raised
You, impenetrable wall
No giant strong enough to win
Or to grab us from the sky
No demon vile, no sinner's skin
No Cyclops to burn us with his eye
Fly my Harpy, take our dreams
Kill the bad, the hurt, the sad
Cherish fragile shining beams
Screech seductively and glad
Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me, my love, your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
You and me are blood of kings
March 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.
Written by: January 16th, 2015
Inspired by creature #3 Coyote
nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES
This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party
Eyes, little iridescent stars
Attending to each one, and look there,
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine
Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron?
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine
Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves
Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark
And they become spiders again
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013
God told old Noah to build an ark,
To make it out of gopher bark.
Noah did as he was asked,
And worked until he completed the task.
Then God told Noah to gather the beasts,
Two of every kind, the hes and the shes,
So that when the earth is dry again,
They can procreate, new life begin.
All the animals were good, except for the rabbits.
Though small and cute, they had some bad habits.
Quiet and stealthy, they would roam around,
Hiding in dark corners where they weren't easily found.
You might be wondering how bunnies could be bad,
But you need to remember the reputation they have.
Hiding in the shadows, what do you think they're doing?
They're not playing hop scotch - they're cuddling and wooing.
Now cuddling and wooing isn't such a bad thing,
But rabbits are known for quickly multiplying.
Though Noah tried to keep the bunnies apart,
He was no match for their affairs of the heart.
So when it came time, the ark to depart,
The animals came out two by two like the start.
Two by two they strolled off the ark,
After being cooped up, getting out was a lark.
But then came the rabbits and to Noah's dismay,
Not two but hundreds were coming his way.
Then the Lord told them all to be fruitful and multiply.
Noah looked at the rabbits and let out a sigh.
Entered in PD's 101 in a row contest #5
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013
Good evening Ladies
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman's only group
And a fine group of bovine beauties you are
I truly hope you have enjoyed dinner
The poetry portion of your evening is about to begin
First I wish to thank Betsy for inviting me
She mooooed me over from day one
I must also offer my sincere apologies
If I have eaten any of your relatives
A simple but tasty misunderstanding at beast, ops best
This evening's poetry reading will have background music
Lyrcial Jazz music is like the spice to my gourmet poetry
Richard here is on Sax, and Dave will play the guitar
So feel free to sit or stand, rain or shine
Graze upon this artistic feast of cultural poetry
I shall recite four movements here, thus to allow you
Breaks for your own movements so to speak
I wish you an udderly fantastic evening
This piece is called "Chapter and Verse"
Part 1)
Borrowed words
Overdue loans
On faded words
Tears melting ink
Wisdom's die
Collection time
Bankrupt soul
With no words to share
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooo
You gals are sooooo Mooovarlous
Now for Part 2)
Overdue books
Wine splashes the pages
Of my mind
Melancholy whispers to me
Here, here
The past sings me a song
Withered books
Our collective memories
Buried in the pages of history
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos
Oh My God really stop it
You Gals are udderly amazing
Thank you so much
I really appreciate your Cowcil
On to Part 3 Ladies
Sad Chapters
I danced
I drank
Love and wine
Penelope Sosa
Stole heart and mind
Debts paid
Her beauty refined
Lonely betrayal
I dine on sad chapters
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos
You gals really are overdoing it
However I do have a part 4, you are such a great audience
For fans like you, I am willing to milk this poem to the end
The last Verse
Mathematical potions
Equations that dream
A soft kiss lade upon my sleeping heart
Is it you? Is it you that lightens my soul?
Spread your wings for me
I shall smell the sweet scent
Of your poetic juices
As we lay entwined
Inside the last verse
Standing Mooooooooovations
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos
Well I must thank you dearly
I confess I was somewhat Cowardly to perform
However you gals where just great
I will be signing autographs back at the barn!!!!!!
Note: This poem was sponsored by Dr Doo Little
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
Rodents can be loquacious
That includes your average gerbil
They love to prattle, chat and blather
They really are quite verbal
Hamsters are talkative too
Just as garrulous as can be
With running mouth and wheel to match
They are a sight to see
But I am loath to squander words
Sparing usage is my way
I gather them like so many acorns
Against a rainy day
Yes, word collecting is the passion
Of this precocious squirrel
I garner adjectives, verbs and nouns
Be they singular or plural
The park is fecund land
There a plethora may be found
Vociferous, vehement and vex
I lately scooped up off the ground
The verb tree is prolific
Its discovery, quite a boon
The other day it bestowed upon me
Flaunt, foster and festoon
All along the sidewalks
Concrete nouns lie strewn about
How blithely I did snatch up
A lummox, two laggards and a lout
To command a better view
I nimbly scampered up a pole
From this lofty perch I spotted
Wheedle, coax and cajole
Away in the distance
I spied a tempting pile
Heaped up for the taking were
Enticing, alluring and beguile
What do I with so much verbiage?
You would be fair to ask
Squirreling away so vast a lexicon
Must prove a mammoth task
The answer lies in my arboreal abode
Where these many words I stash
In alphabetical order they are arrayed
From zealous to abash
In a capricious mood one day
I grouped them by part of speech
Such a cacophony arose from clustering
Banter, badger and beseech
No matter how I sort them
The wasting of words I spurn
Reserved for rarest use I keep
Reticent, laconic and taciturn!
by Brian McClain - Feb 17, 2016
Originally posted Feb 17, 2016
Accidentally deleted Feb 22, 2016
Reposted Feb 22, 2016
Copyright © Brian McClain | Year Posted 2016
My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.
Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
Let the cat in and hoped for the best in due time.
I am ashamed to have plotted murder when four,
Sad an innocent bird died cause I liked cats more.
The whole family loved that sweet cat, "Little Bit",
Plus, I promise, I have planned no other death hit.
CayCay Jennings
February 24, 2016
Contest: It's Time To Fess Up
Sponsor: Lin Lane
2nd Place
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
A Murder of Crows
A Shadow of Jaguars
A Flamboyance of Flamingos
A Mess of Iguanas
A Congregation of Alligators
A Crash of Rhinos
A Band of Gorillas
A Thunder of Hippos
A Pot of Water Buffaloes may wallow away,
while A Wisdom of Owls roost for the day.
A Battalion of Falcons would indeed prey,
upon A Horde of Hamsters if that horde came their way.
A Tower of Giraffes galloping by,
while A Caravan of Camels migrate close at their side.
A Conspiracy of Lemurs,
A Court of Kangaroos,
A Harem of Chimpanzees,
A Nursery of Raccoons,
A Shiver of Sharks and A Fever of Stingrays
compete to survive beneath our oceans' waves.
A Pride of Lions,
A Prickle of Porcupines,
and that's today's lesson in animal group classifying.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2016
Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)
Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the way I pace back and forth repeatedly.
A headless collar is all you see.
The closer I get, the more you seem to pretend.
To you these stripes look more like dots.
As you, continue to hold my lines and strands in your hand.
You stroke my stripes as if they were a loft of dental floss.
An ORANGE all squishy and rot.
Rough and tough!
You cannot peel what you cannot feel.
You do not know me at all?
You trust me.
You lace me.
You cannot describe the buds.
You cannot feel my fingertips.
A taste of nothing out of your lips.
Indian BLACK streaks in my skin.
How did you manage to even get in?
We mount this unspeakable stability.
A man-eater swallowing her growl.
This hunger is piercing throughout my veins.
Hiding the powerful black star sapphire in my eyes.
Every move I plan ricochets.
A tiger, a tiger in her cage.
Only in your world, I am my own prey.
My wildness is rarely found above my skin.
Every day I wear this heavy coat, my stripes continue to sink in.
It is a solitary confinement when you are around.
You cannot see the black diamonds under this unbearable frown.
Dingy claws, tapping……
Natures dew bestows a toneless mixture of orange and black tattoo.
These stripes, belittle my self-esteem.
The moon flashes overlapped our taboo.
Never will you see a tigers gleam.
Spirituality waiting to rise above the trees.
It is my choice, to stand behind these unbreakable twigs.
Fertilizing like pollen under a blanket of bees.
Still the effects of your eclipse, bounce off my wall.
I am telling you!
You don't know me at all?
The roads these loads continue to grow.
Far ahead, I am the gravel under your toes.
Crouching like a Tiger hiding the way a dragon breathes.
You don't know how I feel!
I am a tiger in a cage please set me free!
"Breed to Breathe" by Napalam Death
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
~Woody Wood From the Hood~
Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in, then log out
A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt!
Blind today, bald tomorrow,
Big Bird, will be your only friend
I can't seem to forget the day, you shed your final skin
Revealing a darker snake, than the one in my garden
Leaving the word betrayal, up to the imagination
Trust not the fool, who thinks his halo is heaven sent
Using a fake ballpoint pen dietary supplement
Thinning out his wings, and losing the symbolic meaning
Aging in a way, that spreads crows feet from top to bottom
Sapsucker revolving yellow as if it was always autumn
Pecking Hard Wood, MR Pecker of all woodpeckers
Forgetting who's the real Home-wrecker
Your dragging pants are no bother, Mr Woodpecker!
I've gotten used to the tree talking and your creative vision
Let's just say, "Gangster to Gangster, I gave you a mission."
Keep rapping and tapping the same old street sign,
Woodstock, on demand, crap out the peanut punch
Whatever suits you for breakfast and lunch
Don't forget dinner's also about me
Go ahead!
Peck away with deception, reveal your sullen evil feathers
A disease urine Birdman, doing it snoopy style
A flightless, lightless liar, nothing about him's worthwhile
Keep manipulating the weak, whatever turns you on
I'm not ready to shoot you down with my shotgun
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014
Preserver of Liberty
After the ashes are scattered from my urn
If the Lord should give me a chance to return
There is no doubt which animal I'd be
An eagle perched in the nest of an oak tree
National emblem of the land of the free
No predator would dare pose a threat to me
My eggs would be safe till the hatchlings were born
And with pride my white, feathered cap would be worn
Freely I'd fly over fields of golden grain
Circling o'er waterfalls of snow's melting rain
Statuesquely I'd pose as my national emblem
And fiercely I'd fight to defend our brethren
From my aerial view, I'd always protect
This treasure, our nation, with deepest respect
With wings spread out, I'd keep guard nationwide
God as my mentor, Holy Spirit my guide
By Carolyn Devonshire
For Kristen's "If I Was Animal What Would I Be?" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light
Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry
Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun
Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
The newborn wolves, March babies, cannot see.
They need their mothers, like all creatures do.
In just two weeks, they crawl; then wondrously,
they view their world through open eyes of blue.
A few days pass; and it's not too long when
they stand and walk; they whimper and they yelp,
then learn to fight while playing in their den,
but in the meantime, they will still need help.
Fed by their pack, the grey wolf pups get strong.
With family, they'll never be alone.
The months go by so fast. It won't be long
before the winter when they'll be full grown.
When new March babies come, they'll do their part,
for in the pack, the grey wolf shows his heart.
Written 3/28/2015 for shadow Hamilton's Canis Lupus the Wolf Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
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Dachshund making critcal life choices:
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To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:
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Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God's purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one's destiny!
Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
"Chalice of the Faithless Heathen" who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!
Hades' very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an "Ugly Brute";
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as "He" throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!
Hence, Hades' mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of "The Furies" seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!
As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades' name!
In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!
Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a "Mountain of Consciousness" where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!
You—that "Animal of the Night," wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest "Pit of Hell" my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream
Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts
Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light
Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls
Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams
from everywhere and nowhere
Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind
Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye
Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries
Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
Plunked down in chaos
from a gentler time,
blinkered from the traffic
he pulls the coach along.
Patient, in his harness bond
he tugs at hearts, with pathos-
as to his love of duty we respond.
Amidst the screech of sirens
and the blasting horns,
he stands and dreams
of meadows in a nosebag.
Such rhythmic clicking of
metal shoes on concrete,
full rolling of the carriage
wheels and he, confined,
down through the centuries
he thought he'd left behind.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
But you—the wild one
You were compulsive, fiery and inventive
I had my share of the wild and free
But you were molded from them—with insane beauty
Despite our differences we remained together
Perhaps you think I mean to save you—tame you
But I merely long to contain the sun
And hinder the pervasive burns
So that in so doing, I may always keep you warm
For cold wild shall destroy
As warm wild shall invent
Searing wild will one day save the world
And then destroy it all the next
Dear beloved one,
I saw you amongst the wild horses
I did not dare touch you
Because I was afraid of Change
But Change was a delight—an apple to your eye
And I did not realize that Change was embedded in my very being
So when you shyly approached me,
I knew you were hungry
I fed you ample laughter and music
And soon I gained your highest respect
Along with a thousand other mystical blessings
I will not always remain by your side as if I am among you
But perhaps I shall linger at a distance—level to your luminosity
As words continue to flow, I shall slowly inch myself forward
To be frank—you are the greatest companion in my world
Hot or cold—seared or chilled
You will always remain among the wild and free
And that race is sadly. . .
Slowly dwindling
Tell me you shall never become me
Never Change
In honor of you,
One day I will reach out my quivering hand
And you will consume the Apple of Friendship
Until then,
Look beside you
As was inevitable—
I have changed for the better
Because you are—and always will be
My very greatest friend till the end
-this Ode was meant to be altogether; I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you-
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


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Kemba Walker's second-year surge continued Saturday night. The Charlotte Bobcats guard double-doubled with 14 points and 10 assists. The former UCONN Huskie added a three-pointer, four steals and four rebounds. His Achilles heel continues to be his shooting. He made just six-of-17 shots in a loss to the Sacramento Kings Saturday and he's making 43.1 percent of his shots for the season. The year has been good to Kemba. He's improved his shooting (43.1 percent vs. 36.6 last season), assists (5.6 vs. 4.4), steals (1.9 vs. .9), blocks (.4 vs. .3) and points per game (17.5 vs. 12.1). His scoring has slowed down since December when he was averaging 19.8 points per game. Walker is leading the team in scoring, assists and steals. He's definitely on a star track even for the woeful Bobcats.
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.:seven years later:.
Estra Moondance picked up the basket of wet laundry, her bare feet squelching in the grey mud.
"Finally!" Her little sister cried out with joy and picked herself up from the grassy knoll she'd been sitting on. Clenched in her tiny right fist was a white daisy. Estra frowned as she made her way up the path, her sibling skipping along behind her. "Perhaps it would have gotten done quicker if you'd bothered to help me," She muttered, casting a glance behind her to see that Frindel had become preoccupied with a large silver beetle in the tall grass.
"But I'm only this many!" Frindel protested, holding out seven fingers, grinning like a lunatic.
"Old enough to be able to help me," Estra argued balancing the basket on one hip so that she could take hold of her sisters hand.
They helped each other up the steep slope, slipping and sliding the whole way. Neither spoke for a full three minutes until a bullfrog made a deep throaty noise causing Frindel to fall over, giggling insanely. Estra smiled at her silly sister. She hauled her upright, inspecting her now muddy white dress and tangled hair.
"Aunt Lila will pitch a fit," She sighed, wiping a fleck of mud from Frindel's forehead. "Auntila" She mimicked her sister. For as long as Estra could remember, Frindel had called their Aunt Lila 'Auntila' blurring the two words together into one. It was a habit she had intended to correct someday. Frindel screwed up her face and proceeded to imitate their guardian with perfect accuracy, down to the hobble and crooked fingers, "You girls better not get your pretty clothes all filthy!"
Estra was about to scold her but decided against it and allowed her mirth to overflow into laughter.
"Come on, we've got to get these inside before they mold,"
Frindel skipped ahead of her sister, trilling a pretty tune like a song bird.
Fire in the sky
Don't ask why
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
It was a simple tune that many children of Aether knew well. It was a song that Estra knew by heart – and despised. The Sisters were well known for their nursery rhyme propaganda. This was one of many they had sung.
Estra hated the Sisters with a passion. They were reclusive matrons who lived in the tall spire that overlooked the city. The Spire was the temple of the goddess, Lumia, who had sculpted the land from her stillborn child, Aether. In the old stories, it was said that Lumia gave birth to two stillborn children, Aether and Nox whose dead bodies formed the two lands. Nox and Aether killed each other in the womb and the people that thrived upon them still continued the fight to this day. The Sisters say that Nox murdered Aether, and then died from his own sins. Estra always thought it was all rubbish. She had never believed in the goddess nor in her children. What use was all this fighting when the goddess' children had died long ago?
Each song the Sisters sung hinted of a world before this. A world crafted of fire and smoke. In Estra's opinion, the line between reality and myth had become too blurred by the Sisters.
"Look Estra, a bunny!" Frindel squeaked. She pointed to a long eared white rabbit that lay huddled in the tall grass. Upon hearing her voice it vanished into the thick undergrowth of the forest. Frindel gave a little sigh of exasperation.
"There will be other rabbits," Estra told her sister, laughing at her disappointment that the elusive creature had disappeared.
She switched the basket of laundry from one hip to the other, cursing her protruding hip bones. It had suddenly grown quiet. Estra paused for a moment, looking round, trying to figure out why there was a lack of sound. She realized that Frindel was nowhere to be seen, vanishing as quickly as the rabbit had.
All at once, it became all too clear. The laundry basket crashed to the ground, clean clothes spilling out onto the white soil.
"Frindel!" Estra turned and dove into the forest, ignoring the scrapes that formed on her arms from the thorny rose bushes. A few forlorn petals became entangled in her long hair as she ran.
Branches tore into her dress. Stones and other sharp unseen objects embedded themselves into the bottoms of her feet. Panic pushed her heart into her throat. "Frindel?!"
Stumbling over a strawberry vine, Estra pitched forward into a clearing. She tried to brace herself for impact but her wrists collapsed and she fell in a heap in the moss and soil. Birds chirruped in the trees, watching the strange pale girl with growing curiosity.
The birds weren't the only ones observing Estra. A boy was huddled amongst the rose bushes and strawberry vines, watching her.
Estra pulled herself up from the ground and wiped the grey filth from her tattered dress. She tried to take a few steps but her feet pained her. Sitting upon a large boulder in the clearing, she proceeded to pick out the pieces of stone from the bottoms of her feet with her long nails. Black blood oozed from the nicks and cuts on her arms. The soles of her feet were a mess of ebony. The boy was fascinated by her white hair and shining pearlescent eyes. He watched her not as his kind usually would, as though they were observing a captured animal. Instead, he watched her as a cat might watch its owner, curious yet respectful of his or her place.
He stepped backwards, moving away from the clearing. His boot snapped a branch on the forest floor.
Estra's head whipped up, her eyes wild, frightened.
"Hello?" She murmured, rising unsteadily to her bloodied feet. "Is someone there?"
The boy shrank back into the bushes, afraid she would see him.
"Hello?" Estra pushed back branches, peering into the shade of the forest. The boy was crouched among rose thorns, in plain sight. The girl took in his appearance, his military uniform with gleaming black buttons and his handsome dark eyes.
"Hello there," She whispered. He seemed poised to dash away at any moment. Estra was afraid a loud noise might scare him off and he would leap away like a young buck.
His black bangs hung across his face, hiding his expression.
"Hello," He replied, rising to meet her gaze. He bowed clumsily, stumbling back a few steps as he did so.
She stepped forward, letting the branches close behind her. The boy stared at her in awe. She was perhaps the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, torn clothing, bleeding wounds and all.
"You're hurt," He stepped forward cautiously. Would she fly away like a bird at his approach?
"Just a few scratches. Its nothing,"
Never once did it cross either of their minds that they were speaking with the enemy.
"May I?" He gestured to the deepest mark on her forearm. It was bleeding profusely, dripping down her fingers and onto the ground.
She extended her hand, allowing him to examine the wound.
"Here," The boy reached into a messenger bag slung over his shoulder and withdrew a roll of white cloth. Estra wondered why a soldier of Nox would carry a white bandage with him. He tore a strip from it and wrapped it tightly around the scratch, securing it with a knot.
She drew back from him and examined the bandage.
"Thank you," She told him, a long deep nod of kindness directed towards him.
"My pleasure," He replied, bowing again, this time with all the grace and elegance of a ballet dancer. He turned and vanished abruptly into the woods. Estra stood there for a few heartbeats, wondering if the strange boy might return. But he did not. A name came to mind.
Estra turned and resumed the search for her sister, only to find she was standing right behind her. In her arms was the rabbit, content as it nibbled on the remains of the flower she had picked.
"Estra. He…" Frindel's eyes were as large as saucers. Estra raised an open palm to silence her.
"We will not speak of this," Frindel's mouth opened to protest but her older sister cut her off, "Is that clear?"
Frindel sighed and set the rabbit down. It stayed for a moment by her feet before hopping away. Estra's little sister had a knack for taming wild animals. It was her 'special gift' as the Sisters would call it.
"Come on. Let's get the laundry and go home before Aunt Lila proclaims us dead,"
As Estra had predicted, their Aunt was less than pleased about the laundry. However, she was more concerned with Frindel's appearance as opposed to Estra's. This was strange because Estra still had scratches on her arms and left bloody footprints on the floor.
"Oh for heaven's sake how hard is it not to wallow about in the muck?" Aunt Lila threw up her hands in exasperation, shaking her head.
Estra stifled her laughter and ducked her head, giving off the impression of shame. Her sister stood obediently beside her. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. This created a strange noise on the wooden floor because her feet were all muddy. To Estra, it was like nails on a chalkboard, punctuating Aunt Lila's scolding. She wanted to tell Frindel to stop but was afraid to open her mouth in their Aunt's presence.
"I ought to send you girls to bed without dinner,"
The squeaking sound of Frindel's fidgeting ceased.
Estra's heart caught in her throat. It would be the second day without a meal.
"But I won't."
She looked up, surprised at this turn of events. Her Aunt was a strict woman who believed children should be raised harshly to get a taste of the real world before they had to live in it.
"Go upstairs and get Frindel changed will you?" Lila Mistfire's eyes were softer than usual, shining out pearlescent in her aged face.
Estra did not question the change of personality, proceeding to nudge a stunned Frindel up the steps.
"What's wrong with Auntila?" She whispered to Estra. A puzzled look altered the petite features of her face.
"I don't know Frin," Estra murmured.
Frindel was Estra's sole source of happiness. The only reason she still breathed was to care for her sister. It was true, she had considered suicide. Who wouldn't in a world such as theirs? But she knew she could never do such a thing. Perhaps she knew when she set her eyes on Frindel for the first time.
The tiny bundle in her mother's arms seemed unreal in the wake of devastation. The tears that sprung from Te'lana's eyes were of sadness instead of joy. Little Frindel's cries were hollow compared to Estra's own sobs. All of it was wrong. It wasn't meant to be this way.
"Come here and meet your new sister," Te'lana held out the squirming child for her eldest daughter to receive. Frindel was still coated in a slick ebony layer of blood. Her small ivory face, stained with black, was scrunched up as she wailed. She wanted to return to the darkness, hating this bright world of white.
Estra took the child and wiped her clean, knowing her mother was too upset to do so. She didn't blame her mother for her behavior. Te'lana had given birth with her eyes fixated upon the dead body of her husband which lay with them in the same room. Everyone had been a little distracted
So it was only natural when her Aunt bearing a candle entered the room that Estra saw the black flecks upon her mother's arms.
After giving her little sister a bath, ignoring her loud complaints, Estra tucked her into bed and headed up the dark passage to Te'lana's room.
The room was positioned in the tower which had once been an old silo, now connected to the house. The house itself had been a barn. Estra had no shame in the fact that her family was terribly poor, reduced to living in such an abode. She suspected that Aunt Lila had other reasons for not feeding them every day, reasons such as a lack of money.
Estra's thoughts were broken by a hot splash of candle wax on her hand. She winced, raising the white flame higher to illuminate the dark winding passage to the top of the tower. Later, the hot black burn would fade to a white prismatic scar, barely visible against her pale complexion.
All the people of her world had moon white skin, no matter what city they resided in. Even the dark haired citizens of Nox were as pale as snow. She shuddered at the blasphemous thought of them, their dark eyes haunting her memories. Her father's screams met her ears as she remembered that fateful night.
The alarm chimes sounded, their horrifying tones in a minor key screeched across the city, arousing even the deepest of dreamers. Cries of fright echoed into oblivion, smoke and flame alighting the night. Estra huddled in her bed, drawing the covers up to her chin. The door to her room banged open, her extremely pregnant mother stood there holding a candle aloft.
Estra ran to her, wrapping herself around her mother's swollen stomach, pressing her ear to it and hearing the heartbeat of her soon to be sister within.
A sharp bang startled them both. Te'lana Moondance dropped the candle in fright. Its white light went out, a trail of smoke reaching Estra's nostrils. The sound had been the first gunshot of many to follow. The First Guard at the Wall would fall that night, Estra's father among them.
Estra pushed open the old wooden door that led to her mother's bedchamber.
In that small round room was their entire family's belongings. From the dresser to the photographs to the elaborate bed draped in white velvet, it was what was left of their old life. Everything else had been sold off. After Captain Ophrin Moondance had died, they were left without a man to earn money. In the city of Lumious, it was blasphemous for women to work. Personally, Estra thought this was ridiculous. Many widows still lived today from the attack seven years ago. They had no way of earning money for their families. How did they expect them to live?
Estra's mother coughed. Te'lana's frail form was buried in a mountain of blankets. The only part of her that was visible was her head.
"Hello Mother," Estra forced herself to smile as she approached her mother's bedside.
Black flecks covered Te'lana's otherwise perfect white skin. Her eyes were as dark as the night sky.
It was this strange disease that cursed the rare few of Lumious that caused such hatred towards Nox. The Sisters claimed that the people of Nox were demonspawn. Estra didn't know what to believe, but she did know that when she was hurt she bled and bruised black, that sickness came in the color of ink and that the people of Nox brought fire down upon her city. But was every citizen of Nox truly evil?
"Estra," Her mother's eyes softened as she looked upon her daughter's face.
Estra went to her. Te'lana raised a weak and frail hand to run her fingers through her pure white hair which framed her heart shaped face.
"My girl is all grown up," Her mother smiled. She caressed Estra's face, expressing her maternal love towards her.
Estra's heart panged with loss. Te'lana was dying, it was only a matter of time before the illness spread to every part of her body and killed her leaving her as black as tar, a shadow of the woman she had once been.
It was this knowledge that caused Estra's soul agony when she set her eyes upon her mother.
"Has Aunt Lila brought you dinner?" Estra asked, clasping the hand that was not exploring the features of her face.
"Yes, and may I say it was delicious,"
Estra knew this was a lie because all they had had for days was cabbage. But she smiled anyway before releasing Te'lana's hand and standing to leave.
"No. Stay," Te'lana grasped her arm, her voice small and childlike. It was filled with fear.
Something was wrong, but Estra knew better than to ask what. The illness must have been causing her pain again.
So she stayed there, perched on the edge of the bed until sleep claimed them both.
There was a brilliant spark in the pitch black. It light up like a flame before her, a thousand different colors that she could not name. Reaching out a hand to touch it, Estra found the little light intangible like mist. She sensed it was there with her fingertips but she didn't truly feel it. The spark grew, illuminating her surroundings. Estra was standing in a meadow, filled with rare and unholy colors. She was like a child again, exploring this new unfathomable world with wide eyed wonder. When she looked down at her hands, she found that they were tinged with color. Estra's hair flew into her face, also colored brilliantly. Her mind struggled to name the color of the grass beneath her feet.
Estra awoke with a start. She found herself lying awkwardly on her mother's bed, her hand still knotted in Te'lana's.
An unfamiliar feeling swelled in her heart. Something was horribly wrong. The skin of her mother's hand was cold as ice. She was afraid to look up. A childlike fear grew in her bosom, taking root in her soul.
Her eyelids fluttered like butterflies, wanting to shut out the awful sight when Estra looked up. There was no mistaking the awful scent of rotting flesh, or the pitch black, deadened eyes. However, it was only when she felt the burning sensation on her face of tears, crystalline, raining down to stain the sheets, that she knew Te'lana was dead.
"We are gathered here today to honor the life of Te'lana Moondance,"
Wrong, all wrong, just like that night.
"She was the wife of the late Ophrin Moondance,"
The Sister's voice was steady, bored even from reading off the little white sheet in her hand.
"Te'lana has left behind two daughters, Estra and Frindel. They will be under the care of their aunt, Lila Mistfire."
A handful of Sisters had traveled from the Spire for the funeral - if it could even be called a funeral. According to their rituals, funerals had to be solemn filled with facts. The life of the dead would be forgotten, a memory best not remembered.
They were lowering the glass coffin into the ground. Her mother's black marks had been covered with a white powder, her midnight eyes shut tight. Estra had the compulsion to move forward and take in once last glimpse of Te'lana's face. The pits walls were white but the shadows made it seem dark almost grey. Estra's mother was a shining splash of white against the canvas.
A gasp escaped Estra's lips. It was like the dream she had received the night before. A tiny spark grew and enveloped her mother, bathing her in the strange color. Against the grey soil a vision of something otherworldly formed.
Her mother's hair…It was –
A shovelful of ivory soil shattered the effect. Hands of robed Sisters pushed her back from the gaping maw of the earth.
"No," The plea came forth from her soul. So beautiful, in those last moments that her mother had been in the daylight. Now all that was left was a patch of freshly overturned white ground. In her confusion, Estra had remained standing at the grave until the Sisters had finished and the crowd had dispersed.
Had she simply imagined the brilliance that had engulfed Te'lana's body? Was it an illusion, a trick of the light?
Lila grasped her shoulder, startling her from her reverie.
"Come child," She beckoned softly, pulling her from the scene.
The Sisters had laid heaps of white roses with white stems upon the gravesite. All wrong.
If her mother had arranged her own funeral, Estra was certain that white flowers would not have been present.
Estra noticed that though the crowd had gone, one boy still remained watching from the sidelines. Catching his image in the corner of her eye, she had hoped it was the boy from the woods but it was not. It was Raxer. His gaze was hungry, possessive, eyes fixated upon her. It was a look that said, you are mine.
Raxer was Estra's betrothed. It had not been her choice, but his. In Lumious, women had no say in society; they could not pick their husbands. Estra was determined however, to defy the law and refuse Raxer's hand in marriage. Raxer had serenaded her many times, taking her to remote places and proposing marriage. When she refused, he would demand that she marry or he would report her to the Sisters. The threat still hung over her head, a dark cloud that threatened to unleash a wild storm. Before, it had been her mother that protected her. The law stated that a guardian had to approve a marriage and Te'lana had never been fond of Raxer. Now that she was gone, there was nothing stopping Raxer but Aunt Lila who would no doubt accept him.
It had been two days since Te'lana's death. Estra stood at the grave, contemplating the headstone which read 'Te'lana Moondance' etched into white marble. In her arms was a bouquet of white daisies she had picked from the field her sister had played in. She knew that they would bring a smile to her mother's lips.
"You left too soon." Estra murmured. A slight breeze tousled her hair. In the distance, wind chimes sounded ethereal and hollow.
The bouquet was dropped unceremoniously to the freshly overturned soil. Estra walked away, her white dress whipping about her legs in the sudden wind, bare feet padding silently over the white ground.
Estra walked the roads lined with empty houses towards home. The town had once bustled with life. Because it was so close to the wall, the people had fled, fearing another attack. There were still a few brave occupants, who now emerged from the shadows to greet Estra and give their condolences. She muttered her thanks and continued onwards, her shoulders hunched against the wind.
"Estra," A sharp commanding voice startled her and she shied sideways, away from the speaker. Meeting Raxer's gaze, she paused to see what he wanted. He was standing in the alley between two glass houses, the light spilling through the walls casting strange shadows on his face.
"I'm terribly sorry about your mother," His expression revealed his true intent. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, a devilish look in his eye.
Estra turned away and walked faster, her heart yearning for home and the promise of a warm meal.
The sun was setting by the time Estra reached the old birch barn which sat at the bottom of a hill. The wild farm animals that still lived nearby greeted her with an assortment of bleats and cries. The herd of cows pricked up their ears at her approach, motivating the steer to guide them away.
Estra found her sister curled up in the front yard fast asleep with a lamb by her side. The mother sheep was nibbling at a few flyaway strands of Frindel's hair. Estra smiled at the sight, tiptoeing around them to enter the barn.
"Aunt Lila?" The double doors banged behind her, echoing around the large space. The barn was organized into different 'rooms' by various pieces of furniture, mostly bookcases. Estra walked down the 'hall' made of bookcases to the dining room. When she emerged into the candlelight she was met with a peculiar scene.
In the corner of the room at the dining table was Raxer, a cup of tea in his hand from her mother's precious fine china. Estra's heart paused for a moment before taking up a panicked staccato rhythm.
"Estra! You're just in time. I found this lovely young man at our door asking for you," Aunt Lila was busying herself at the gas stove, cooking something. Did Aunt Lila have no emotions? Surely she was miserable at the loss of her sister. To Estra it certainly didn't seem that way, playing host to the first random stranger that appeared at their doorstep.
"It is lovely to see you again Miss Moondance," Raxer's voice dripped with sarcasm.
How on earth had he arrived at the house before her? Estra was sure she had seen him in the alley in town.
She did not reply to his words. Keeping a cautious eye on him, she seated herself at the table opposite to him.
"Estra, I don't bite," He grinned at her but it appeared to Estra that he was baring his teeth at her.
She knew it was all an act for her aunt's sake. Aunt Lila placed a plate of salad topped with rose petals in front of Raxer. "However," He said, pointing at the salad and smiling at Aunt Lila, "I will take a bite out of this,"
Aunt Lila laughed like a school girl, taking a seat at the head of the table. Estra picked the white rose petals out of her salad. She wouldn't have Aunt Lila attempting to make a romantic gesture. Taking a deep breath, she decided that the only way to get rid of Raxer was to proclaim her dislike of him.
"Raxer is there a reason you're here?"
Raxer set his fork down, "The girl speaks!" Aunt Lila giggled at this. "Yes, there is a reason my dear Estra. For the fifth and final time I would like to ask you, and your dear Aunt, for your hand in marriage,"
Aunt Lila clapped her hands together gleefully, "Oh my! How wonderful! I haven't been to a real wedding in six years!"
Estra stifled a groan and closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them again Raxer would be gone. It didn't work.
"She's speechless!" Aunt Lila cried.
"Aunt Lila…." Estra began. The cheerful look fell from her aunt's face.
"My dear whatever is the matter?" Raxer took a large bite of his salad, pieces falling from his mouth back onto his plate.
Estra was so disgusted by this she could hardly keep the bile down in her throat. She stood, knocking her chair over with a clatter.
"Excuse me," She murmured, turning and running from the room.
Estra's hot tears spilled into the river where she went to wash the laundry or to enjoy the sight of the prismatic dragonflies humming over the surface of the water. She didn't care about her dress getting soiled by the mud, or the scabs broken open on her feet from running. All she could think about was her little sister curled up with the lamb. She didn't want a life with Raxer. He was a selfish monster. Who would take care of her sister if she left to live with Raxer? Sobs choked her, the tears making ripples in the water.
When she caught her reflection when the river stilled, she splashed at it with her hand, breaking the image into a thousand shards.
"Why are you crying?"
Estra became silent. The voice had come from behind her.
A shadow fell over her, blocking the sunlight. She knew who it was; she didn't need to turn around to find out.
"What?" Her voice broke. She wiped the tears from her eyes and turned her head to look at the boy.
He seated himself on the wet ground beside her. The Nox soldier looked the same as when she had left him in the woods.
"Why are you crying?" The boy repeated. He plucked petals from a daisy he had picked, dropping them in the water. They both watched as they floated away, caught by the current. Estra felt caught by the current herself, unable to change her path.
She met the boys gaze and felt hypnotized by his ebony eyes. She found herself telling him about Raxer, her mother's death and her aunt's eagerness for her to marry.
"He sounds awful," The boy frowned, contemplating the flower now stripped of its petals.
"He is awful. I don't know how to tell my aunt that I don't want to marry him. She's acting like she already approves of him."
The Nox boy nodded, tossing the flower stem aside, "I understand your situation. My father wants me to marry this dreadful girl. She has no personality. The only thing she cares about is how many people of Aether she could kill when she gets out onto the battlefield." He closed his eyes and shuddered. An image of a fierce woman with long black hair slicing her way through hordes of white, spilling black blood upon the ground, rose in the boy's mind. The mere thought created fear in his young heart.
Estra couldn't imagine what it would be like in Nox, every child being raised to become a warrior. However, she thought it couldn't be that bad if women and men were both treated equally, both capable of going to war. Perhaps they were also thought to be capable of other things there as well.
"Who are you?" Estra murmured, taking in his tattered military uniform.
"I used to be Kin Ravenwing. But I don't know who I really am anymore," He murmured, staring off into the distance as though there was something there that only he could see.
"I'm Estra Moondance,"
Estra offered her hand. He grasped it tightly.
"Promise you won't tell anyone I'm here?" He asked, raising a dark eyebrow.
She smiled, "I promise,"
A bullfrog chirruped somewhere among the rushes. Estra jumped in surprise, her hand breaking free of Kin's grasp. He laughed at this, turning his gaze to the frog which jumped out from the river side and leaped away.
"You are easily frightened," Kin commented, observing the strange white girl from the corner of his eye.
She looked away, blushing a warm grey that crept up her cheeks and over her nose.
"I have every reason to be skittish," Estra replied, "I'm sitting next to a soldier of Nox after all,"
Kin nodded thoughtfully, fingering the black button on his jacket.
"I'm not exactly a soldier anymore," He confided, his dark eyes searching hers for a sign that she could be trusted.
"How so?" The more Estra looked into his eyes, the more convinced she was that he wasn't dangerous after all.
"I ran away," He whispered as though the bullfrogs were eavesdropping in the rushes. Perhaps they were, Estra mused; perhaps they found it as a source of entertainment.
"Why?" It was an unnecessary question in an already awkward conversation. Kin stiffened. He scooped up a white stone from the river bank and skipped it across the water. It bounced three times before sinking into the clear water. He picked up another stone and rubbed it between thumb and forefinger.
"Because I didn't want to kill anyone," He murmured.
Kin threw the rock as hard as he could. It sailed through the air, a white disc, landing on the other side of the river. It hit the water with a plop, just missing the opposite bank.
"But they'll kill you here," Estra realized. He wouldn't last long hiding in the woods so close to the village. If word got out that there was a Nox child near, a hunt would be organized.
He released a deep sigh full of longing which sent white wisps of breath into the air.
"I know,"


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waterproof my jeep
ladies and gentlemen
i am tired of going into any kind of puddle and having my jeep almost stall out. i see all these videos and pictures of people going through lakes and oceans with no problem. how can i waterproof my jeep.
swap a diesel in it :)
I'm just wondering why would it stall though.. water in the intake is only thing that should stall it, Or maybe stand alone ignition system.. since if you dont have spark you are screwed...
sorry, may have to pass on the diesel, but great idea though. lol. i use a k&n filter without the heat shield, and it does have a speck or two of mud on it, but i wouldn't think water would be entering through the filter. what do you mean by stand alone ignition system?
well the most common problems i've seen around are with the firing system... since its amplified to 20-40k volt signal even the littlest voltage change does the job.. Thats why i said diesel.. the most hard thing to do is water proof the wires.. I would say if you can waterproof the wires that touch the water you should be good.. The water causes unwanted grounding in wires which causes it to stall.
i come from a racing world so stand alone ignitions (and fuel systems) are preatty comon for a boosted engine (no mud but turbos and all those extras need new ecu commands) Stand alone ignition is to set the spark at specific point and has less chance of getting grounded and not working. Stand alones get quite expensive though so keep that in mind. I dont go through mud or swamps so i never really did a big search on it but i'm telling you everything i know...
take a look at this here.. some help.. http://www.jeepbbs.net/forums/showth...ght=waterproof
that web site post helps out a lot thanks. it looks to be a little cheaper then put in a diesel engine.
:) hope to hear good updates/news
You must go through some huge puddles...a massive puddle snuck up on me the other day...heard water hitting the top of the soft top...no problems except for nonexistent visibility.
I had that happen too, unfortunately, I did not have my top up. :D
Appears to be some good stuff.
hmm jeep should have made them waterproof from the factory... after all they had to get them to the other part of the world during the wars didnt they? :)
One thing to do is extend your breather lines on yout tranmission(not sure if the transfer case has one), front diff, and your rear differential. I can't find the post I used to do mine. It doesn't make your jeep stall but can prevent serious damage in the long run unless you like changing fluid after each trip.
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Dear Jennifer
You asked me if we could just be friends and I told you I could not make that poromise. The cryptic message you left me on facebook about primates and fire and self-realization had me hooked from the start.
You're intelligent, gorgeous and magnetic. I kept telling you that as we spent long days and nights, daily conversing and you must have been aware that I'd fall under your spell. So, when you proposed that you didn't want a relationship, but that I was someone you wanted to just f**k, I, against my better judgement, agreed. I knew then it would end badly, but how could I not acquiese?
After a fifteen hour plane flight, it seems I landed on your back deck. And that whole 15 hours we told each other it would be a bad idea. But the energy and the sparks arced and we were pulled together for three days. Yes, it was good sex. And when I subsequently visited, we both saw what was happenning but couldn't stop the train.
We've created an impossible situation. You pull away and I push.
I told you that f**ck friends always leave somone with a short end of the stick.
And now I'm in love with you.
So, as I stated from the beginning. I never promised we could remain friends.
It was nice knowing you, but I have to go.
Thanks for being a part of my life. I will miss you. And the sex.


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Huntsville, Finally!Posted in General on March 27th, 2012
Back in January, I was scheduled to travel to Huntsville, Texas for the opening reception for the Deep Spaces exhibit at the Sam Houston Memorial Museum, and to teach a beading class for a lovely group of ladies in Conroe. Well, Mother Nature had other plans, and sent a short blizzard our way, closing the airport and clogging the roads, and generally creating the type of chaos that only she can inflict. After much fussing and fuming, it was finally arranged for me to travel to Huntsville to see the exhibit on its last day in mid-March. The class was rescheduled, and everything was timed so that it was part of a longer trip that included teaching for the Glendale Quilt Show in Beautiful Downtown Burbank. (More on that later.)
I was very impressed with the museum in Huntsville, and even more so when I walked into the gallery space where the exhibit was hung. They have a large, spacious room, and it felt like the exhibit was hung "in the round", making it easy to get both a view from some distance and some up-close-and-personal inspection of the work.
My hostess for this portion of the trip was Bobbe Nolan, one of the artists with work in the exhibit, and the woman who first suggested that this might be a good space to hang the show. Bobbe and Patrick, her dear late husband, were very involved in getting the show into the museum and providing such a wonderful opportunity for all the artists.
Accompanying us on my viewing of the show was Hope Wilmarth, another artist with work in the show, whom I had met at dinner on a previous evening. Her studio was so neat and tidy compared to mine, which really ought to have a sign on the door that says: Hurricane Larkin was here!
Listening to these ladies talk about not only their work, but the rest of the show was fascinating, and an interesting look into their thought processes, likes and dislikes.
I also got to meet Casey Roon and Megan Buro, who were responsible for getting the show up and looking beautiful, and with whom I had been working out all the details via email over the past several months. I would love to have been able to bottle some of their enthusiasm for the show to share with you!
Bobbe also took me on a tour of Huntsville (which was having a rain storm while I was there, which was a good thing considering the drought conditions over the past year), and a Bead Orgy in Spring, TX. Three bead shops in one day – almost too much to take in!
Then it was off to Burbank to teach for some very lovely ladies at the Glendale Quilt Show. Apart from the airline losing track of my suitcase full of teaching materials for 24 hours, this was a very fun event: quilts, vendors, classes, all in the Marriott convention center. I had wonderful students, and felt well cared for by Corinne and Rasa and everyone from the organizing committee. And once again, it was raining and blowing like crazy while I was there. If I didn't know better, I'd say the storm was following me!
But Spring has officially arrived, which in this corner of the world means: if you don't like the weather, wait 20 minutes!
Be well, my little chickadees, and create with reckless abandon!


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I want merge the transaction in my bank account and sort it to group together spendatures from one location and get the total of how much I spent in that one location.
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May 2, 2009 at 10:31 UTC
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We will need a bit more info. Merge it with what, with what software? How do you get your transactions? Etc..