Snowflakes

Snowflakes

Born of the coldest air, drifting, down from the highest sky, loosened from the pregnant masses above the fields brown and bare, over the forest stunned, tumbles the snow; soft, silent, and slow.
Drifting, making their way into protective bosoms, accepted by the leaves of heavily burdened trees. Snowflakes, each different, formed from the imaginations of those who watch them fall, suddenly shaped by our opaque desires into divine manifestations.
Birds flitter amid the leaves of dying trees striving to warm their beaks beneath tattered wings and creatures large and small take shelter wherever they may to await a brighter and warmer day.
Yet the anxious spirit doth take reprieve in the troubled pale manifestation the heavens reveal.
The sorrow the earth feels.
This is the mystery of despair, a fortnight in its pale birth gathered, murmured and exposed to forest and field.
T’was I who stood arms stretched wide, tongue extended, catching individual snowflakes; enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, humanly aware in every nuance of the word.
　
28th Dec, 2010 © Susan Cobb Beck
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A Murder in Moffettville has been released and can now be ordered! Just follow this link to get your own copy or order two and give one as a Christmas present :)

http://www.publishamerica.net/product37405.html

Just dropping a note to let everyone know whats up :)

Taking a deep breath and getting ready for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the release of my next novel somewhere mixed in there. I don't know which way to turn, but things usually fall in place before I fall out LOL.
I hope to do more campaigning and promotions for my newest novel, maybe even have a Book Release party! Doesn't that sound like fun :) maybe for readers, but people don't read as much as they use to, do they and it's a crying shame too.
Reading for me was always an escape from everyday life, and I would read anything and everything I could get my hands on and still do when I can find the time between taking care of my family and writing; I am always writing. This is a poem I wrote that will be featured in my newest novel, which I will tell y'all about next time. The poem is called Perfect Perfection. Until next time, Y'all have a save and happy holiday season :)


Perfect Perfection
Pray do not mourn for me when the cruelty of the morning sun beams down upon my face exposing my imperfections, for I am but a pawn in these games that life play.
For although we stroll amongst the shadows of her noonday sun, then frolic the night away, our world is quickly ending; changing to as it was before we came…
Envision the leafs surprise as the weighted droplet suddenly alights, bends it earthward then slowly slides to the tip, departing to land gently upon the elongated blade of grass which valiantly sought upward, seeking the sun-drenched persuasions of mother earth.
Man is but a blemish, on her otherwise perfect perfection…
Imagine the dimming hue of her emerald forests, which shone into the universe, a divine tone, known to none but her.
I lay upon your sandy shores relishing the salty mists, cooling the fiery passions that arose at the panoramic vista thou placed before me, a seascape of her perfection…
She will long be a heavenly place even after we have returned to dust, once again simply particles of ash that arose and formed humankind.
Yea though I tread gently, captivated, succumbed to her beauty, lifted and placed her within the valley of the gods, I have taken her offerings in vain, leaving her voided and empty.
Who among us will rise up to replace that which we have stolen?
　
26th April 2010 © Susan Cobb Beck
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Still Struggling

Well here it is, almost another year gone and I am still struggling. The search for an agent and publisher has been disappointing, but the search continues. Agents and publishers are not my only problems, but everyone has problems and many of them are a lot worse than mine.
I have started a third book in the series and also another one that is closer to home. I have a feeling that this one will take more out of me than I might be willing to share with the world; only time will tell. I hope to finish it, for I feel it will be one that many will relate to.
I have several others that I am writing and have put aside because of family needs.
I wish there were two of me. One that could spend time writing and one that would take care of everyone else's needs.
I will try to blog again soon. This is something that I use to do regularly over on MySpace, but writing takes precedence and so does life it seems. Hopefully next time I will have better news. Love & {{Hugs}}

Poem - Endurance

Endurance


When you see the morning dew on a simple blade of grass, do not think of me, and our callous past. Instead, think of the glory and beauty that such exists, and how the simple things in life are what make it worth our while. For every time I think back, on how I have come to be, I can always find something there, that will make me smile.
Life is full of what if’s and what might have been, but you can bet it is all a part, of some masterful plan; we may not understand it nor want to follow it’s lead, after all we are only creatures of habit, yes we are indeed.
Tend your young and raise them up, in the shadows beneath man, for one day they too will be a part, of the glory of the land. The land beneath never changes, only the surface it does adjust, and so must we too, learn, in our inner-hearts to trust. If we listen with our soul’s ear, we will hear what is true and if we love with our soul’s heart, we will endue…
I have endured life’s harsh realities, yes, I have lost more than my share; but it has never stopped my heart from beating nor caused me not to care.
Occasional heartaches are endured best, when not ignored, and enjoyment is more fulfilling, when embraced with both hands.
So, when you see the morning dew on a simple blade of grass, do not think of me nor become morass. Put one foot in front of the other and forward do progress; life is full of simple pleasures, more than you may ever know; happiness awaits us just smile and say hello…
　
　
09/15/2010 © Susan Cobb Beck
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Wrought with Emotions - Writing

I am wrought with emotions today; altering the contours of my pliable massed mind.
There never seems to be enough hours in the day to accomplish all that I wish, having begun my day at 5:30 a m and since have spent my time on the pages of Facebook & Myspace catching up with friends and family also trying to promote the sale of my book "She Walks the Night Winds - I am Tsitsalagi - Journey of the Chosen One" which was published last year.
I had written it with such a passion that I never slowed down long enough to critique my own work and now as I read over it I can see where it could have been so much better stylized as far as the writing was concerned and it is something that I have attempted to do while writing the sequel.
The search for an agent and or publisher continues on and it is a roller-coaster ride of hopes and wishes that get grounded with each rejection. Getting told that it does not fit the niche they are trying to fill is getting frustrating. Everyone seems to be jumping on the Vampire wagon train, but that is not my cup of tea so I will just keep on keeping on...
I am in the process of trying to sell several manuscripts to agents and publishers and wishing to tell my stories to all who will read them.
Well, that's about it for now. Y'all wish me luck and say a few prayers that I will find an agent/and or publisher so that all can enjoy the stories I wish to tell :)

I have been lax in posting...

What is our world coming to?
I wonder this everyday. The news is full of horrors committed by humans against humans. Why do we do this, why do we hurt others; an answer may never be known. We have people who study the complexities of the human brain, but none has discovered the answers to those questions. They do not know what makes us tick; what makes humans carryout such atrocities against each other…
My sixteen-year-old daughter and her friend were sitting in a Wal-Mart parking lot and a man walks up and sticks a gun in their face! How close did my child and her friend come to dying that night? I have wondered so many moments since then…
What gives anyone the authority to take that which does not belong to them or to terrorize other human beings, children?
Are they on drugs? Are they just too damn lazy to get out and work to earn a living the same as we do; or do they simply get a thrill from the terror that they inflict upon others, the thrill of the kill?
It tends to make one reach into their own darkness, which lives within them.
It tends to make one consider vigilante justice, doesn’t it, or will they face a greater judgement one day, as they stand before the judgement of God?
"I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you: you haven't got long before you are all going to kill yourselves, because you are all crazy and you can project it back at me, but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you." (By: Charles Manson) was he right? Is he, what lives inside of each and every one of us?
　
"We're not in Wonderland anymore Alice"
(From my Dark Side)
　
Ah yes, I am an emblem of insanity, violence, and the macabre, musical Assassins, wielding swords that cut away the cancers…? More than likely, they make them grow!
“I still have my family Charlie boy. Do you have yours?”
No of course, not; they run Helter Skelter here and there, to the wail of moonlit wolves trying to escape the insanity in their heads; they should all be laying dead somewhere, if it were up to me.
What did you call me? "People who live in glass houses should not throw stones" You epitomize a dirty pot, one that calls the kettle black...
Retribution's petty theft, can one apologize for reality...
"Why dost thou behold the thorn that is in thy brother's eye, but consider not the beam that is in thine own eye?"
Welcome inside the dark, damp, walls that linger within my mind, sculpting non-dimensional realities, dampening this poet’s stalwart dream, giving credence to the toad.
He came, he took and he left, but what did he leave behind? Did he leave frightened children, or did he change them forever?
They will never look upon their world the same again, not through innocent eyes. They will look and see what our world has become, a hellacious hellhole that is growing larger with each day that passes.
“Am I afraid of dying?” hell, dying is easy. Living is what scares the shit out of me.
Deep from within enigmatic vacant stares, they hide... These children who come at you with guns and knives, they are your children; you taught them. I did not teach them, I just tried to help them stand up.
“I did not teach them, I just tried to help them stand up.” (Charles Manson) is that not what he said. Did we raise them up to become soldiers in the Devils army?
Look around you people. Look at those who roam the streets, those with no compassion for human life or no respect for the older generation… these, will one day be raising other generations… generation’s that will one-day rule our world. Our world is being handed over to the Devil, in a hand basket and I fear for our children and our grandchildren, for they are the ones who will have to live in this world.
Do we discipline our children? Has the governments taken away our rights to parent our children…
I see it everyday. You go into the grocery store, you see children yelling at their parents and pitching fits to get their way, to get what they want, and the parents are afraid. They are afraid that if they discipline their child that the government will punish them. Did God not say to teach them in the way and they will stay in the way?
What happened to respect? Did it just fly out the window? Of course, there is cruelty in the world. There are people raising children who are not fit to raise them. There are people who do atrocious things to children and they should be taken out and strung up, but a good moral parent has a right to discipline a child or that child will grow up believing that it is their right to be, say, and do whatever they please, and the hell with what anyone else says, believes or does… we have certain inalienable rights set forth by our constitution, to freedom. Freedom of speech, and a right to live free, to protest that which we do not approve and not be sought after, but those rights, the right to teach your children respect of authority have been thrown out the window!
Parents are afraid that if they spank their child in the middle of Wal-Mart for pitching a fit or screaming and hollering at them that they will go to jail! Children are told that their parents cannot spank them, or DHR will be called. Now those same children are toting guns to class and shooting teachers and other students, knives and stabbing teachers and other students! Is that what they expected when they took those rights from parents?
Let that child run free and express themselves... Violence begets violence, yes, maybe, but discipline begets a well raised child!
No, I fear, we are not in Wonderland anymore Alice.
　
　
Oct 2008 © Susan Beck aka Justplainolme revised May 10, 2010