In The Demon's Head #129: Blast From The Past Tuesday #2
June 18, 2013
Hello everyone and welcome to another Blast From The Past Tuesday. Some of you may already have read some of what's being posted today. If you have, thank you so much. If you haven't though, then this is a new set of writings that I'd like to introduce you to. They come from "The Vault" as they would say. It's all in an attempt to move over the catalog of writings that I have to this new home for the blog. Right now, I anticipate it to be at least another 2-5 months before everything is moved. I'm okay with that though.
With that said, let me bring you the three post for today...
June 18, 2013
Hello everyone and welcome to another Blast From The Past Tuesday. Some of you may already have read some of what's being posted today. If you have, thank you so much. If you haven't though, then this is a new set of writings that I'd like to introduce you to. They come from "The Vault" as they would say. It's all in an attempt to move over the catalog of writings that I have to this new home for the blog. Right now, I anticipate it to be at least another 2-5 months before everything is moved. I'm okay with that though.
With that said, let me bring you the three post for today...
Tides That Blind
The train tracks were my home away from home,
A place for me to think,
Relax,
Unwind,
And pretend the world didn’t exist,
The trouble started not to long ago,
When the weather man called for rain,
I didn’t think it would get horrible,
It never did in our part of the world,
The rain came,
Washed away the dry air,
Which always returned with a hell of a vengeance,
But this time,
It was different,
As if mother nature had intended,
To flood us all out,
Warnings and watches were all over,
And everyone ran with fear,
Me?
Well I walked the train tracks,
All the way to the bridge that hung 10 feet,
Above the nearest river,
That river was always dry,
So in the time like this,
I didn’t think that I’d ever see the water,
Touch the bridge,
But on day 3,
That is particularly what happened,
Water came flooding over,
And as fast as it came,
I didn’t feel afraid as I approached it,
In fact I heard a voice call to me,
Telling me that it would be okay,
To touch the water,
And that’s now where I stand,
In front of this water,
Which is calling my name,
Wishing that I had the urge to turn around,
But I can only walk closer,
As the rushing water pushes overboard,
My foot touches,
And I’m gone,
Leaving only behind me,
Those who said they loved me,
But it never really mattered,
For I went away,
On the tracks,
That I called home,
In a way,
Only few could understand,
About the Picture and Piece
This picture was one where I wasn’t sure where to go with the piece. While I feel there are a few different stories that can be told with this piece I can say that this one was very interesting to say the least and I hope that you enjoyed it like I did writing it.
****
Medicine Man
Medicine Man can you help me please,
Medicine Man your all that I need,
Medicine Man you’re the only chance I have,
To see a world where I am not dead,
A disease they called it,
One with no cure,
Hince why I’m here,
Because of your allure,
Medicine man I hope that you can help,
So I don’t become a shell of my once former self,
Medicine Man wave your wand,
Make this disease be gone,
Medicine Man I don’t want to be a bother,
But without you my children won’t have a father,
About The Picture and Piece
The picture reminded me of old temple relics and in those temples you had shaman that helped cure the sick. When I looked at that picture these were the first images that I got. The piece spawned from that and I ran with it. Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I have.
****
The Tree
From below it looks so high,
Like it stretches into the sky,
All the apples look so good,
But I’ll never be able to afford one,
Because I’m a poor boy,
One who rarely finds himself on the end,
Of a good deal,
Then there’s Mr. Francis,
Who likes to sell the apples,
At a reasonable price might I add,
But never to a boy like me,
Never a poor boy,
But one Saturday,
My life changed,
When Mr. Francis pulled me aside,
“Boy do you why it is that I sell Apples?”
I shook my head,
“Because my grandfather taught me what it was like to live with nothing.”
“Do you know why I sell the apples so reasonably.”
I once again shook my head.
“Because the world needs people who do right,
And I feel I do that if only in a little corner of the world”
He picked an apple up out of the basket,
“For you and all your hard work, Now go on home and play,
Come back tomorrow and you can start fresh,”
I ran home staring at the apple,
Almost afraid to even let it touch my lips,
But in the end the temptation won out,
And I did so,
But in that sweet goodness of the apple,
I learned there are good men in this world,
And I wanted to grow up to be one,
Just like Mr. Francis.”
About The Picture and Piece
This was one of those blank slates that you look at and wonder where it is you’re going to go with the idea that you don’t have yet. I don’t get that way too often but this was literally a blank slate and I think that in the end I was able to tell a decent story with that slate.
****
That's another Tuesday in the books, and with it an increase in the amount of stuff that's here. I'm very thankful for the warm reception that I've gotten during the move, and I look forward to bringing you more along the way.
You can connect with me on different social media sites. To pick your poison of choice, click here. You can also check out my Library. Finally, be sure to sign up for the mailing list on the right hand corner. You'll get tons of free things, and a subscription to this blog.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
The train tracks were my home away from home,
A place for me to think,
Relax,
Unwind,
And pretend the world didn’t exist,
The trouble started not to long ago,
When the weather man called for rain,
I didn’t think it would get horrible,
It never did in our part of the world,
The rain came,
Washed away the dry air,
Which always returned with a hell of a vengeance,
But this time,
It was different,
As if mother nature had intended,
To flood us all out,
Warnings and watches were all over,
And everyone ran with fear,
Me?
Well I walked the train tracks,
All the way to the bridge that hung 10 feet,
Above the nearest river,
That river was always dry,
So in the time like this,
I didn’t think that I’d ever see the water,
Touch the bridge,
But on day 3,
That is particularly what happened,
Water came flooding over,
And as fast as it came,
I didn’t feel afraid as I approached it,
In fact I heard a voice call to me,
Telling me that it would be okay,
To touch the water,
And that’s now where I stand,
In front of this water,
Which is calling my name,
Wishing that I had the urge to turn around,
But I can only walk closer,
As the rushing water pushes overboard,
My foot touches,
And I’m gone,
Leaving only behind me,
Those who said they loved me,
But it never really mattered,
For I went away,
On the tracks,
That I called home,
In a way,
Only few could understand,
About the Picture and Piece
This picture was one where I wasn’t sure where to go with the piece. While I feel there are a few different stories that can be told with this piece I can say that this one was very interesting to say the least and I hope that you enjoyed it like I did writing it.
****
Medicine Man
Medicine Man can you help me please,
Medicine Man your all that I need,
Medicine Man you’re the only chance I have,
To see a world where I am not dead,
A disease they called it,
One with no cure,
Hince why I’m here,
Because of your allure,
Medicine man I hope that you can help,
So I don’t become a shell of my once former self,
Medicine Man wave your wand,
Make this disease be gone,
Medicine Man I don’t want to be a bother,
But without you my children won’t have a father,
About The Picture and Piece
The picture reminded me of old temple relics and in those temples you had shaman that helped cure the sick. When I looked at that picture these were the first images that I got. The piece spawned from that and I ran with it. Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I have.
****
The Tree
From below it looks so high,
Like it stretches into the sky,
All the apples look so good,
But I’ll never be able to afford one,
Because I’m a poor boy,
One who rarely finds himself on the end,
Of a good deal,
Then there’s Mr. Francis,
Who likes to sell the apples,
At a reasonable price might I add,
But never to a boy like me,
Never a poor boy,
But one Saturday,
My life changed,
When Mr. Francis pulled me aside,
“Boy do you why it is that I sell Apples?”
I shook my head,
“Because my grandfather taught me what it was like to live with nothing.”
“Do you know why I sell the apples so reasonably.”
I once again shook my head.
“Because the world needs people who do right,
And I feel I do that if only in a little corner of the world”
He picked an apple up out of the basket,
“For you and all your hard work, Now go on home and play,
Come back tomorrow and you can start fresh,”
I ran home staring at the apple,
Almost afraid to even let it touch my lips,
But in the end the temptation won out,
And I did so,
But in that sweet goodness of the apple,
I learned there are good men in this world,
And I wanted to grow up to be one,
Just like Mr. Francis.”
About The Picture and Piece
This was one of those blank slates that you look at and wonder where it is you’re going to go with the idea that you don’t have yet. I don’t get that way too often but this was literally a blank slate and I think that in the end I was able to tell a decent story with that slate.
****
That's another Tuesday in the books, and with it an increase in the amount of stuff that's here. I'm very thankful for the warm reception that I've gotten during the move, and I look forward to bringing you more along the way.
You can connect with me on different social media sites. To pick your poison of choice, click here. You can also check out my Library. Finally, be sure to sign up for the mailing list on the right hand corner. You'll get tons of free things, and a subscription to this blog.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.