A simple smile
Loose strands of hair fly free
Beauty in the moment
Memories washed away
As time carries on
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Author: jongraylang
Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda.
Caw, Caw! Cacophony of Crows
Beware the Rabbit Jack, my lad!
Teeth for Gnashing
Claws for Gashing
Capacitance and Brawn of Deviltry
Traipse in the Dank and Quake
Harsh the Gnarls
Sharp the Snarls
Coney Crunches with Mandibular Unguis
on Distended Guts Banquets Cuniculus
Grips and Gnaws
Growls from Craw
Atrocious Culmination to our Peroration
Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay
Research: The Art of Getting on a Government List Somewhere
Oy to the vey.
You know when you hit that flow and you can barely keep up with the words as they tumble out of your brain? Then suddenly (dun, dun, dun) it all comes crashing down?
Because… You don’t know… How… Something works… (in your best Shatner)
Like, what are the relativistic rotation speeds of a comet and its gravitation? When was the heyday of the Mongolian Empire? How does a worm process food out of dirt? How do you do sleight of hand tricks? What are the important arteries in the human body for the murdering? How do cults and terrorist organizations get new followers? What secret societies still exist and what is their secret? Is Bigfoot real?
You know what I’m talking about. I mean, I put it in the title. The random, odd and weird factoids, science, conjecture and theories you never knew you needed to know… until you do. The annoying part is, you can’t really move forward in the story until you do have an understanding of whatever you need at that moment. Hence the oy to the vey. When I get that flow, the last thing I want is to slam into a brick wall of missing information.
One of the more fun things about research is really the just strangeness of what you need at that moment. The bad part is when you get stuck in research mode. You’ll find yourself knee-deep in conspiracy theories as to why Charlemagne was obviously an alien and time traveled with Sigmund Freud for ice cream (I don’t think that’s real). But, how can someone not show up on a list with the really weird Search lists a writer generates? And we’re lucky!
To be honest, I don’t know how people did it before the internet. I think I still know the Dewey Decimal System. Anyway, having access to all the wondrous and ridiculous human musings at your fingertips is pretty amazing.
Though of late, ridiculous seems to be winning. I mean Charlemagne couldn’t be that into ice cream.
Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
Silly Little Poems Written While Testing Keyboards
Hello? There you are.
Looking at the clouds and staring at the stars.
Can you see the storm as it’s headed your way?
You better dash, you better stash
‘cause you sure can’t stay.
If it’s elephants or giraffes
that see you through the day.
Maybe it’s all about sandwiches
Hey, hey, hey!
Shoo, shoo. Let me see your face.
If you do all the things, it’s gonna be a race.
Have to try and have to win.
As long as you do it with a big ole grin!
Fighting monsters in the dark of the night
What do you do when they stop for a bite?
Do you run? Do you hide?
Saddle up, Apone! It’s time to ride!
Image by KoalaParkLaundromat from Pixabay
Got the NaNoWriMo Blues
Can’t wake up
No matter how hard I try
Sun shines through the window
Right into my eyes
No motivation
This whole week and today
Stare at the cursor blinking
Without making headway
Plug me full of coffee
But it’s not making a dent
Still just as tired as ever
Wonder where my energy went
Less than 10 days left
Before this month is done
10,000 more words and 9 more poems
And all I want is to feel the sun
Hop on Board!
Join the crew of the Matilda as they fight their way through shadowy government agencies, crime lords, their pasts, and monstrosities from an unknown layer of the universe. All while trying to figure out if they can trust each other… or even if they should.
One Face, Two-Face
Smiles as fake as the teeth in Washington’s head
Eyes bright with the lies on the tip of the tongue
Hand out to shake and put you in good stead
Every deal that you make numbers among
The cons that you’ve spouted and force-fed
Image by Gerhard Gellinger from Pixabay
Do Not Ride Hard into the Night
Trapped in a world
of my own making
No way out that I can see
Something follows
Hot breath on my neck
Faster I run but it keeps pace with me
Surrounded by forest
With hands outstretched
Trees all around won’t let me be
Fog rolls in
Breath turns to steam
Voices burn the vapor
And still, I am not free
Loud is the gong
As it rings on repeat
I awake and find myself
Wrapped in sweat-soaked sheets
Image by Simon Wijers from Pixabay
Chrono Taxi
Tunnels and time
Everything’s fine!
We will get to then
But right now were sublime
She was quite clever
And pulled on a lever
Soon we will be there
Somewhere in the whenever
Was 1863 the year when?
Oh damn, wrong again.
Looks like we’re in China
Well, this is beyond my ken.
The door opened wide
We wandered outside
Our ride disappeared
And left us without a guide
Image by S Greendragon from Pixabay
Without You
Bright is the morning
As dusty snow swallows the peaks
The wind itself is bitter cold
And I am alone
Dark is the room
Where leaves blow in
And cobwebs hold up the walls
Empty but for me
Steam rises slowly
And the tea leaves dance
Carefree like we once were
Before that day
Rain fell hard
On that field of stone
My heart bitter and empty
When you left
Since you died
Each day past
Is harder than the last
Without you
Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay
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