Break These Uncertain Chains

I’ve sat and waited, for my dreams to be elated
Moment on, moment again, handcuffed by uncertainty
And with burst of energy, will soon find power to break free
And if love is uncertain or revelations not far
It’s plain to see how I reach for the stars
And wrap it in sheepskin, handle with care
Since these are my dreams, and I want them to share
And water and fire mix; will future pardon me
As the cosmos dance along, my ideal image created

The present is a race: you’re always on the move
Elusive stars scatter, still time doesn’t halt
While the future’s a fight, it’s finish not smooth

Time taken now, to decipher desired place
It powers; the twisted hands of fate act
Setting course my days ahead, soon question will become fact

Writing 201: Future

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Reaching Epiphany

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The eleventh image for “Epiphany” on Google

Salvation
Finding the light
A messiah bringing the good word
Candlelight burning in the wind
I found the answer, the one thing that will set me free
This is the epiphany, the realization of what I am supposed to be
The light
The spirit 
The wind
The power to heal
Discovering my true talents
My purpose in life
Why, the question we all ask
What, our inevitable future is
Marveling at the facts
That foreshadow everything
The visions become real and the oracle releases its power on us all
The grand stage will be set
A jolt of lightning will fall from the sky
All will stare in awe at His second coming
The epiphany of mankind 
Revelations will be revealed
Curiosity rewarded
Pulling up the veil
That shrouds us in mystery
Clouds our vision 
Blinds us with uncertainty
Now the lens comes into focus
All is clear and true
I know know what lies ahead
And can work towards fulling my destiny

Good and bad
Distinctions obliterated
Stereotypes dethroned
Accusations filled with sudden truth
Enemies become allies
Allies become enemies
A regular Poseidon effect
The world being flipped
Upside down


 In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”

Tabbybug’s First Horoscope

Yesterday you invented a new astrological sign. Today, write your own horoscope — for the past month (in other words, as if you’d written it October 1st).


The Bug, the Silence, and the Comfort spoke to me about my October destiny as I was sitting down at the little tea table in the dark and dusty wine cellar. The guardian of the 13th Zodiac, sitting opposite me and wearing rich robes of deep scarlet, gazed into a crystal ball and foretold my apparent future.

“Tabbybug sees new pathways in your future. You will expand your horizons this fair October”, he said in a mysterious drawl, with a bit of a French accent.

I shifted in my seat excitedly; this was good news!

More revelations were revealed as the guardian seemed to magically shift the white smoke to and fro without actually touching the glass.

“On October 1, a new beginning will offer another chance to shine at something that you love, to break free from the shadows of mediocrity and be heard for miles around. Around October 15, there will be a growing comfort in yourself and you will start to feel your interests going towards something good. Tabbybug predicts a large community gathering around you, sharing similar interests and aiming for new go —

“Ah”, I responded, “That sounds like WordPress —

“Do not interrupt Tabbybug while he tries to excruciatingly concentrate on predicting pointless events in your future!”

“Sorry, sir. Come again? Did you say pointless?”

But there was a sudden grey clouding of the sphere.

“Oh dear…there will be a time when good luck will fall out and you will be left feeling alone and vulnerable. You will soon realize, around October 20, that your skills are not quite refined and cannot run with the veteran pack. Old Tabby sees your normal routines continuing on as usual, but there will be a desperate need to escape the everyday clutches of mundane tasks and explore the wild blue yonder.”

“Great, are we done yet?”, I said impatiently, getting up to leave.

“Hold on, young wise one! Tabbybug sees you longing for the love and companionship of another living thing, not necessarily a person, on the 29th of October. On that same day, your future self will be incessantly calling, waiting for you to answer his call and either follow or not follow the tattered gold carpet laid out by him.”

After all was said and done, I was about to thank the great Tabbybug and leave, but I had one question that needed answering:

“Mr. Tabbybug, sir, what do you think my costume for Halloween will be, because I still have not decided on one.”

This made old Tabby raise his mystical eyebrows, shift the white smoke around with one long bony finger, and remain silent for a long while until he responded to my question:

“Tabbybug does not know about this Halloween you talk about. He has just been recently appointed to the Zodiac board and the other divine figures have not informed him of anything, choosing to not quite accept him as part of their historical group because they think he’s some sort of unneeded wheel. Tabbybug wishes he could answer your demanding question but the Zodiac does not allow him access to such small mattered details until he have proven himself worthy enough.”

“Oh, I see…sorry, Mr. Tabbybug, sir, I did not know. I guess I’ll find out for myself. But I have just one more question to ask you – how much are you getting paid for this job?”

This question caused Tabby to look even more confused. “Paid? Paid? You think Tabbybug is getting paid for this job! Zodiac guardians do not get paid! They are divine figurative beings who have no use for such trivial stuff. But on the other hand, those bastards could have at least given friendly Tabby a better place to fortune tell than someone’s old wine cellar! Everyone else gets cloud palaces for Orion’s sake!”

And with that, he knocked the sphere off the table and stormed off into the shadows with a whoosh of his cloak. My first meeting with my horoscope master was over.

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This is Mr. Tabbybug


Daily Prompt 10/29/14

Reflection

You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?


Today I met my doppelgänger,
He was just like me in every way,
From the absent furniture,
To the red striped walls,
To the awkward TV entertainment cabinet,
Sitting in the fray,
His house seemed to be a complete carbon copy,
He even looked distinctly like me,
Had the same eye color (blue),
Wore the same clothes,
I wondered how coincidentally this could be
But then I realized I was looking into a mirror,
Reflecting my own image and the room behind,
But there was just one thing I didn’t understand,
How his hair seemed to be going blind
To my surprise, he then smiled back at me,
Simply waved,
And said,
“This is you in 35 years, don’t give up on your destiny.”

AlexKisilevich00


Daily Prompt 10/27/14 

Fruit of Dystopia

Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?


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The apple of my eye

Red wisdom

Simple and elegant

Juicy crunch

Adam’s fruit

Sin of Eden

Newton

Jobs

Abbey Road

Blood and Love

Its richness

Would stand out in a stale world

Pomaceous

Rose

Asia

Cider mill

Idol fruit

Toffee apples

Apples of Hel

Volsung

Earliest cultivation

Snow White’s curse

Alexander

Macedonia

But also

Yellow, green, pink, russet

Golden, Granny smith, Macintosh

If Dystopia would allow

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Daily Prompt 10/26/14

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A Link to the Past

There are two time machines before me: one goes to the past and one goes to the future…which one should I enter?

Because I’m scared of finding utter disappointment in my future, I would definitely go with the past model. Why? Because the past is where all of my most cherished memories reside; I had one of the funnest, happiest childhoods that seemed to never want to end. It would be comforting to see my two grandmas and grandpa once more. When they were around my life was pure content and innocence with no worries at all. The smell of brunch in the morning, grandpa cooking up his delicious waffles, eggs, sausage, and cutting up vegetables in front of us kids like a master chef. Grandma H serving our favorite mac and cheese hot from the nuke, preparing her creamy jello, spread sandwiches, and cutting up musk melon as she called cantaloupe. My other grandma and her ice cold glasses of tea always sitting on the end table that I could never get enough of, her wide assortment of beanie babies, her loving, calm demeanor that made myself at home. She would be sitting in the corner in her old yellow chair with the texture of rough trousers and watch over me while the rest of the family was away. There I would be, in the wood paneled dining room, playing with the toys from the box or trying so hard to get a yard stick to stand upright on the floor. To this day, my mom teases me about that. I came extremely close to accomplishing the feat though yesterday.

There are a number of things that I would change if I could ride the slipstream of time into yesteryear. For one thing, I would definitely get into sports more and not be scared to fight for the ball; baseball would be the one sport I would set out to excel myself in. Oh, yes…there’s a HUGE advantage to going into the past. I would be able to know the answers to the all the tests and every piece of homework I’ve ever witnessed…surely getting perfect marks with ease – knowing the inside scoop on the ACT/SAT would jump my original score up by at least a couple points and U of M here I come! Or maybe I shoot for the stars and go for an Ivy League school? It’s fun to dream.

What exactly does this time machine look like? Is it a phone booth, souped up DeLorean, or The Time Machine itself? Can I wear it on my wrist or unravel and set it on the ground? Is it egg shaped? Hot tub shaped?

But I could do so much more with this revolutionary invention. I could go back to significant events and fine tune them in my favor. There’s the sports scores I could predict ahead of time, like having my very own Grays Sports Almanacbecoming a very rich man in the process but not after some skepticism and investigation by the police and every higher up intelligence group this side of SVU. My friends would be amazed, my many servants obedient, my many wives the ever more adventurous and exuberant – yup, I would be a regular Hefner in the Playboy mansion, probably contracting every single viral infection known in the universe.

Would I dare try to stop September 11 from happening? Well, there’s the pros and cons to doing that. The pros are that obviously over 2,000 people would still be living, but the bad side is that America would not be prepared for future, imminent terrorist attacks and or have improved security measures. bin Laden would still be out there, angrier than ever that his diabolical plans were futile and would surely cook up something even more sinister. I touched up on this issue in a post of mine a long time ago called A Two Way Mirror of Events, that talked about various alternate universe outcomes. Mostly opinions and guesses but some of those predictions are extremely plausible.

But why am I just telling you, I should just go and do it of course?

Okay, so I have decided to use my time device and set the year to 1991 when I was born, transporting myself back to this same exact spot, on the floor by the wall, on this same October evening 23 years ago. Only there is no floor here, not even a house; I’m lying face down in a field of crabgrass and prickly weeds, hand sunk in wet mud; I feel a worm crawling up my finger.  My mobile home park has not been built yet as well as everything by the main county road going by it. Somewhere, about ten miles away, my newborn self is crawling on the floor, a helpless, innocent being with my dad and mom watching him curiously. What marvelous and incredible things could I tell him if he could possibly understand me? Or would I tell my mom and dad, not saying I was their son of course, to not split up in 2002 and stay together just a little longer? I think I’ll pull myself out of this quarry and head for them, maybe not going inside the house but just observing it from the outside, watching surreal events unfold again from an entirely new point of view. My life story at the very beginning. I might follow this journey of mine for many years, observing and recording things that were not readily apparent to me while I was there and maybe slipping some advice along to my past tense, helping him avoid and learn to overcome troubles and adversities that he would ultimately come face to face with.


Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

 – That is still not going to stop the savvy hacker from jail breaking and making it go both ways!