Electrical Excitement
By: James Dubeau
My fingers reach out
Softly caressing
Thumb pressing down gently
Before jumping from electrical excitement
Finding the right buttons to push
Holding down firmly
Fighting the resistance
My mind counts out
Three…
Two…
One…
Waiting for the right moment
A silken purr reaches my ears
I devilishly grin
You are mine
Mine to caress
Mine to control
As long as you purr
We will be together
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Murdered Mister
Murdered Mister
By: James Dubeau
I picked up the pistol from where it sat next to the poor sucker that lay at my feet. His blood turned a deep brown as it hardened in the rug. Gunpowder wafted from the barrel of the .45, this gun had been fired recently. It had to be the murder weapon. The girl was right; someone was after her secret caller.
I contacted the girl before calling the police. She was heartbroken; sobbing tears rang out over the phone. Her young heart would rebound. They always do.
“What happened?” She choked out between sobs.
“Shot, .45 to the gut,” I calmly replied. Her sobs doubled, but the bluntness was necessary. “Did he have any enemies?” I repeated the question that I had asked her earlier this afternoon in my office.
“Yes… No… I don’t know.”
“Give me a straight answer!” I growled. “Did he or did he not have any enemies? The police are on their way and I can just as easily send them in your direction. They would be more than happy to pull you in for questioning, if you would rather do it that way.”
“He… He told me she left him.” It was all the girl could do to control the sobbing enough to squeeze out a satisfying reply. “That bitch wanted nothing to do with him anymore.”
“I’m coming to see you. Don’t go anywhere,” I rattled off, slamming down the phone before she could reply. There was something that she was not telling me. Something that I will have to pry out of her in person.
By: James Dubeau
I picked up the pistol from where it sat next to the poor sucker that lay at my feet. His blood turned a deep brown as it hardened in the rug. Gunpowder wafted from the barrel of the .45, this gun had been fired recently. It had to be the murder weapon. The girl was right; someone was after her secret caller.
I contacted the girl before calling the police. She was heartbroken; sobbing tears rang out over the phone. Her young heart would rebound. They always do.
“What happened?” She choked out between sobs.
“Shot, .45 to the gut,” I calmly replied. Her sobs doubled, but the bluntness was necessary. “Did he have any enemies?” I repeated the question that I had asked her earlier this afternoon in my office.
“Yes… No… I don’t know.”
“Give me a straight answer!” I growled. “Did he or did he not have any enemies? The police are on their way and I can just as easily send them in your direction. They would be more than happy to pull you in for questioning, if you would rather do it that way.”
“He… He told me she left him.” It was all the girl could do to control the sobbing enough to squeeze out a satisfying reply. “That bitch wanted nothing to do with him anymore.”
“I’m coming to see you. Don’t go anywhere,” I rattled off, slamming down the phone before she could reply. There was something that she was not telling me. Something that I will have to pry out of her in person.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Muscles Scream In Pain
Muscles Scream In Pain
By: James Dubeau
Just starting out
Muscles scream in pain
It is to far to go
The long path lay
Stretching out
One foot after another
One step at a time
A quarter of the way done
Muscles start to loosen up
The path does not seem to far
One foot after another
Moving easy now
Halfway finished
Halfway to go
Sweat pouring
Dripping down
Flying about as
Three quarters finished
Muscles scream in pain
Just a little bit further
Just a little bit longer
Only thing that keeps feet moving
Is knowing that the end is near
At the end
Legs are weak
But it is all worth it
In the end
Or at least it will be
In a few months time
By: James Dubeau
Just starting out
Muscles scream in pain
It is to far to go
The long path lay
Stretching out
One foot after another
One step at a time
A quarter of the way done
Muscles start to loosen up
The path does not seem to far
One foot after another
Moving easy now
Halfway finished
Halfway to go
Sweat pouring
Dripping down
Flying about as
Three quarters finished
Muscles scream in pain
Just a little bit further
Just a little bit longer
Only thing that keeps feet moving
Is knowing that the end is near
At the end
Legs are weak
But it is all worth it
In the end
Or at least it will be
In a few months time
Friday, February 06, 2009
How Does It Feel
How Does It Feel
By James Dubeau
How does it feel
When the pain goes away
Is there an absence
A void which can never be filled
Or is the emptiness replaced
With fear, desperation, insecurity
Or just loneliness
How does it feel
To be able to fall asleep when tired
Not having to wait for exhaustion
Or to lay in the fetal position
Shivering and weeping under the blankets
Without sweat soaking nightmares
How does it feel
With cold hard steel pressed against skin
Held tight to the temple
Rattling metal in shaky hands
Will the heart race beyond control
Or just flutter on as normal
How does it feel
When the bullet pierces flesh
Smashing bone and brain
Leaving shards imbedded in the wall
Dripping with fresh wet gore
How does it feel
By James Dubeau
How does it feel
When the pain goes away
Is there an absence
A void which can never be filled
Or is the emptiness replaced
With fear, desperation, insecurity
Or just loneliness
How does it feel
To be able to fall asleep when tired
Not having to wait for exhaustion
Or to lay in the fetal position
Shivering and weeping under the blankets
Without sweat soaking nightmares
How does it feel
With cold hard steel pressed against skin
Held tight to the temple
Rattling metal in shaky hands
Will the heart race beyond control
Or just flutter on as normal
How does it feel
When the bullet pierces flesh
Smashing bone and brain
Leaving shards imbedded in the wall
Dripping with fresh wet gore
How does it feel
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Old Oak Tree
Old Oak Tree
By: James Dubeau
Dawn’s early morning light
Twinkling specks amongst the darkness
Fade with the rising sun
The great orange ball hangs low
Impressing all that see it
Alone in the field
Stands a tall oak tree
His trunk wide with age
Leafy branches covering the tree
As the sun lights the field
A dark path emerges through the grass
Shadow elongated
From the wise old oak tree
Morning turns to noon
Sun raises high in the sky
Shadows shorten
Reducing to nothing
A leaf breaks free
Falling slowly to earth
Followed by another
And another
Cool crisp wind
Breaks several free
Fall is coming
Noon slowly turns to evening
Shadows reemerge from the tree
Heading in the opposite direction as before
Branches thin as leaves fall to the wayside
Leaving behind only a fatted trunk
Wisdom leaves with the falling leaves
Twinkling speaks return
As evening turns to night
Horizon gradually covers the falling sun
The old oak tree stands alone
By: James Dubeau
Dawn’s early morning light
Twinkling specks amongst the darkness
Fade with the rising sun
The great orange ball hangs low
Impressing all that see it
Alone in the field
Stands a tall oak tree
His trunk wide with age
Leafy branches covering the tree
As the sun lights the field
A dark path emerges through the grass
Shadow elongated
From the wise old oak tree
Morning turns to noon
Sun raises high in the sky
Shadows shorten
Reducing to nothing
A leaf breaks free
Falling slowly to earth
Followed by another
And another
Cool crisp wind
Breaks several free
Fall is coming
Noon slowly turns to evening
Shadows reemerge from the tree
Heading in the opposite direction as before
Branches thin as leaves fall to the wayside
Leaving behind only a fatted trunk
Wisdom leaves with the falling leaves
Twinkling speaks return
As evening turns to night
Horizon gradually covers the falling sun
The old oak tree stands alone
Monday, February 02, 2009
Across the Crisp White Snow
Across the Crisp White Snow
By: James Dubeau
Across the crisp white snow
A thin black trail leads the way
Down a familiar path
One which I have been down before
Where I shall return again
If the fates do wish to smile
Upon me on this day
For as it seems the way it is
That I shall never end this trek
The trail is long and I am tired
Only colored splotches seem to urge me on
Sprouting up from my footsteps
No longer is this enough
As the naked tree beckons me
Wanting me to rest upon her trunk
Curled up under the leafless limbs
Letting the sun fall behind the hills
Where the trail dares to lead
Off into the distance
By: James Dubeau
Across the crisp white snow
A thin black trail leads the way
Down a familiar path
One which I have been down before
Where I shall return again
If the fates do wish to smile
Upon me on this day
For as it seems the way it is
That I shall never end this trek
The trail is long and I am tired
Only colored splotches seem to urge me on
Sprouting up from my footsteps
No longer is this enough
As the naked tree beckons me
Wanting me to rest upon her trunk
Curled up under the leafless limbs
Letting the sun fall behind the hills
Where the trail dares to lead
Off into the distance
Monday, January 26, 2009
Solitary Island
Crystal blue skies
Hang overhead
Wind from the lake
Removed remnants of warmth
Leaving the solitary island
Mothers, fathers, children
Smiling and playing
Grandparents smiling
Warmth exudes from their love
In the happy places
Found in their hearts
The island stands alone
Floating amongst the lake
Waves lap against the frozen shore
Snow swirled as the wind blew
A crow soared high over the island
Not daring to land
Knowing the land was bare
For good reason
And it will remain alone
Until the end of time
Hang overhead
Wind from the lake
Removed remnants of warmth
Leaving the solitary island
Mothers, fathers, children
Smiling and playing
Grandparents smiling
Warmth exudes from their love
In the happy places
Found in their hearts
The island stands alone
Floating amongst the lake
Waves lap against the frozen shore
Snow swirled as the wind blew
A crow soared high over the island
Not daring to land
Knowing the land was bare
For good reason
And it will remain alone
Until the end of time
Friday, January 23, 2009
More Twitter Haiku
Glorious half-day
Writing and posting blog soon
Whopper will be lunch
The morning was long
Could not write you a haiku
Until this moment
It has been busy
Housing market on rebound
At least for this week
Farming is no fun
Hours spent toiling in fields
Planted seeds will grow
Slackerz FTW
Nanomachines, Space Weapons
Everything better
Writing and posting blog soon
Whopper will be lunch
The morning was long
Could not write you a haiku
Until this moment
It has been busy
Housing market on rebound
At least for this week
Farming is no fun
Hours spent toiling in fields
Planted seeds will grow
Slackerz FTW
Nanomachines, Space Weapons
Everything better
Monday, January 19, 2009
Twitter Haiku
Friday is so slow
No one is ever online
Hit counter is sad
How can I market
With all the competition
Breathing down my neck
Lunch time was yummie
I did not have a Whopper
Cooked burger instead
Can it be lunch time
There was no dinner last night
Food does sound tasty
Pondering tonight
Is there anything to do
You have suggestions
No one is ever online
Hit counter is sad
How can I market
With all the competition
Breathing down my neck
Lunch time was yummie
I did not have a Whopper
Cooked burger instead
Can it be lunch time
There was no dinner last night
Food does sound tasty
Pondering tonight
Is there anything to do
You have suggestions
Friday, January 16, 2009
Out, Out, Brief Candle
Zack clutched his rifle as he huddled in the corner of the bombed out bar. His breath formed into clouds of smoke that drifted away when he exhaled. Snowflakes drifted through the gash through the building’s roof.
The body that lay next to him coughed and stirred. The bandages on his left had turned a dark crimson. Zack patted his buddy’s shoulder and gave some encouraging words. He then scrounged around behind the bar. With a glint in his eye he resurfaced with a bottle of whiskey and a candle.
“Looks like we can have a bit of a good time,” he said before taking a swig off the bottle and passing it off. His buddy coughed and his shaking hands reached for the bottle.
The candle was lit as the pair huddled for warmth. Light warmed them from the cold. Silently they drank from the bottle. Silently they watched the candle burn.
Crash! Boom! The wall caved in. Zack dove behind the bar as the candle tipped over. A monster stepped through the wall. It’s red eyes surveyed the room, scanning everything over. Zack shivered in fear.
The body next to the knocked over candle coughed. The beast turned, its metal flexed, the machinegun raised, and the glowing red eyes locked on to its target.
Zack screamed as he stood from behind the counter. His assault rifle rang out as his fingers clenched. The machine staggered from the onslaught, but brought its own weapon to bear. The bar, the wall, and the ruined building were encased in a cacophony of noise. Dust and debris filled the air as the night was illuminated by muzzle flashes. Walls came down and the bar was reduced to splinters.
As suddenly as it started, it was quiet again. The metal machine staggered, then fell in a shower of sparks before becoming no more. Smoke rose and dust settled.
Zack coughed from behind the bar. His body riddled from the gunfire. His buddy’s rifle was aimed at the empty space where the machine once stood. Smoke wafted from the end of the barrel and his fingers still clenched the trigger.
The cold penetrated back into the men’s souls as the falling snow covered their bodies.
The body that lay next to him coughed and stirred. The bandages on his left had turned a dark crimson. Zack patted his buddy’s shoulder and gave some encouraging words. He then scrounged around behind the bar. With a glint in his eye he resurfaced with a bottle of whiskey and a candle.
“Looks like we can have a bit of a good time,” he said before taking a swig off the bottle and passing it off. His buddy coughed and his shaking hands reached for the bottle.
The candle was lit as the pair huddled for warmth. Light warmed them from the cold. Silently they drank from the bottle. Silently they watched the candle burn.
Crash! Boom! The wall caved in. Zack dove behind the bar as the candle tipped over. A monster stepped through the wall. It’s red eyes surveyed the room, scanning everything over. Zack shivered in fear.
The body next to the knocked over candle coughed. The beast turned, its metal flexed, the machinegun raised, and the glowing red eyes locked on to its target.
Zack screamed as he stood from behind the counter. His assault rifle rang out as his fingers clenched. The machine staggered from the onslaught, but brought its own weapon to bear. The bar, the wall, and the ruined building were encased in a cacophony of noise. Dust and debris filled the air as the night was illuminated by muzzle flashes. Walls came down and the bar was reduced to splinters.
As suddenly as it started, it was quiet again. The metal machine staggered, then fell in a shower of sparks before becoming no more. Smoke rose and dust settled.
Zack coughed from behind the bar. His body riddled from the gunfire. His buddy’s rifle was aimed at the empty space where the machine once stood. Smoke wafted from the end of the barrel and his fingers still clenched the trigger.
The cold penetrated back into the men’s souls as the falling snow covered their bodies.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
On This Sunday Night
On this Sunday night
Everything was dark and cold
Night had fallen early
Streets were slick with ice
Not a soul was out
On this Sunday night
Home was bright and warm
Friends around the table
Laughing and smiling and joking
Beers and snacks were in abundance
Lasagna baking in the oven
This is how it should be
Surrounded by warmth and friends
On this Sunday night
Everything was dark and cold
Night had fallen early
Streets were slick with ice
Not a soul was out
On this Sunday night
Home was bright and warm
Friends around the table
Laughing and smiling and joking
Beers and snacks were in abundance
Lasagna baking in the oven
This is how it should be
Surrounded by warmth and friends
On this Sunday night
Friday, January 09, 2009
By The Numbers
One, two, three four
Can be such a bore
Five, six, seven, eight
Is this my fate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Why do I try to delve
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
This will never be seen
Can be such a bore
Five, six, seven, eight
Is this my fate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Why do I try to delve
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
This will never be seen
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Paired Weapon Jingle
If you’re a Ranger on the go
You’ll need to grab your bow
But if your hands are full of swords
It’ll feel like your juggling gourds
To keep from being unprepared
Go out and buy a weapon paired
Now introducing the Paired Weapon by Magi-Co. By simply uttering the command words your Paired Weapon splits into two. Now you can fight with two fisted justice for a low economical price. Now available in Longsword, Short Sword, Scimitar, and Warhammer.
You’ll need to grab your bow
But if your hands are full of swords
It’ll feel like your juggling gourds
To keep from being unprepared
Go out and buy a weapon paired
Now introducing the Paired Weapon by Magi-Co. By simply uttering the command words your Paired Weapon splits into two. Now you can fight with two fisted justice for a low economical price. Now available in Longsword, Short Sword, Scimitar, and Warhammer.
Monday, January 05, 2009
More Bar Haikus
This is a haiku
It is very dear to me
I love my haiku
When out and about
Only one thing upsets me
There is no water
Nineteen forty three
It’s the battle of Midway
Next to Arkanoid
Let us do mushrooms
It must not be a bad trip
Not like last time dude
Why do I smile
Do I just hate the bastard
Or do I love me
It is very dear to me
I love my haiku
When out and about
Only one thing upsets me
There is no water
Nineteen forty three
It’s the battle of Midway
Next to Arkanoid
Let us do mushrooms
It must not be a bad trip
Not like last time dude
Why do I smile
Do I just hate the bastard
Or do I love me
Friday, January 02, 2009
Resolution
Lose weight, get out of debt, save money, get a better job, get fit, eat right, get a better education, drink less alcohol, quit smoking, stop gambling, reduce stress, take a trip, volunteer to help others, be less grumpy, be more independent, write a novel, read literary classics, watch classic films, self motivation, learn to cook, 1680 by 1050.
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