My Finale Miles

please slay the beasts
that guides my thoughts
and bind the angels
thy soul they wrought
in autumns life
and top of grey
my burdens mount
at dusk of day
the one way out
i cannot take
or my one love
I will forsake
disown the sweet
the gentle smiles
as I traverse
my finale miles

Copyright © 2010 D L Ennis

Once in a Dream

Once in a Dream

Once in a dream I saw her standing by the waters edge her long white flowing dress a beacon in the night, I blinked and she was gone, consumed by the mist…

© 2009 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

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Writers block? Inspire and Motivate Your Imagination!

If you are experiencing writers block or just need to refresh your imagination a simple, interesting, and enjoyable way to do that is to get out in nature and or read scientific articles like this…I guess it’s really more like science news.

Monday night, or rather Tuesday morning at 3 am Molly, our puppy, got me up to take her out, so I did and when ever I am out like that at night I watch the stars, wish I could fly among them, any way I had a brief encounter with primordial man and how superstitions got started came to mind. I was standing there watching the stars and sky and in the distance a lone coyote was howling, I supposed, at the setting moon when suddenly a meteor shot across the sky and like I said for a fleeting moment I could have been a primeval man in total wonder of what I was hearing and seeing. I felt a slight moment of fear, superstition, and loneliness as man may have felt it in those times and I could just imagine this prehistoric soul going back to his cave, or what ever, and drawing his story on the wall. It thrilled me to death and I felt like I had never given enough thought to these things before and for that brief moment that I had time traveled back and experienced it. It was amazing and for me a spiritual experience!!!

I have had similarly experienced such feelings while visiting museums where they had exhibits of prehistoric man on display but for the most part I experienced the loneliness of it only.

Never have I ever experienced any of these feelings while watching a film on the same subject I think because of the sheer mechanics of making a film…I can’t help it, when ever I watch a movie I think as much about the writing and everything that went into making that film.

So, I guess the point of this is to say read scientific articles to inspire and motivate your imagination. Also, get out and experience nature, not just in parks and not just in the daylight Night can be a major motivator and inspirer of the imagination…it can take your mind to places and experiences that you will not find anywhere else. Graveyards at night are also good places to find inspiration. I would also suggest that you embrace any fear that may be derived form doing this instead of running from it. Sometimes, especially at night I will take a small handheld recorder with me to record my feelings (emotions), thoughts, and even catch some of the night sounds to use as I begin writing…

Copyright © 2008 D L Ennis

God Bless A

While the beaks and butts of DC squeal and squabble
and the fat-cats whose thirst of more—relax in their leaky bubble
of toxic swill that runs from Wall Street to Main Street
We the people yell in unison, “What about us?”
and we who are innocent watch as the flowing swill surrounds us
and we see our reality in the streets as life stands still
and see our hopes and dreams melt around us
and we realize that the same ole world keeps spinning the same ole way as our pleas fall on deaf ears and we know beyond doubt that we the people are without representation in the great A system that we’ve paid for with blood, and dreams so the few can live high while we learn to live street…

God Bless A

Lost in Darkness

Lost in darkness the torched souls of when linger in eternal night, and as their numbers grow the manner of nocturne breeds further apathy to light, and the weight of sadness rest on us all and the burden darkens our essence.

Buck Taylor had been working at the Buckskin general store since he was tall enough to reach the counter. Now eighty-nine years old he had hoped to be taking it easy, relaxing on the banks of Taylor Lake, fishing and daydreaming.

When Bucks parents passed away in the nineteen-sixties, he and his wife, Francine, took over the store and in 1981, at fifty-one years old, Francine passed away while giving birth to their son, Jeremy, Buck nearly gave up.

Jeremy grew up, not only an only child, but the only child in the town of Buckskin…population thirty-four. In the nineteen-thirties Buckskin had been a thriving tobacco community with a population of over eleven hundred people. World War II took many of Buckskins sons and the war in Vietnam took even more.

Later on, as the world seemed to get smaller and the kids grew up and left for bigger cities in search of a better life, the population of Buckskin grew smaller and older. Now the graveyard at the only church in town had a population ten times grater than the town itself.

Jeremy was home schooled by Marylyn Stapleton, a retired schoolteacher who grew up in Buckskin and taught school in Richmond some sixty miles away. When Maryland retired, having never married, she moved back to her hometown to live out her retirement, and as it turned out she would mentor Jeremy, a relationship needed by both.

Jeremy was like the son or grandson of everyone in Buckskin filling a void needed by the aged, and they, a substitute for playmates for Jeremy.

When Jeremy turned eighteen he would drive to Richmond once a month to pick up supplies for the store. One day while on this errand he noticed a recruitment sign for the National Guard. He thought by joining the National Guard he could get out of Buckskin once in awhile and spend time with people his own age, and since there was no real need for the store to be open all day every day it wasn’t like he’d be abandoning his dad.

Buck worried but knew that Jeremy needed this as much as he needed Jeremy so he only offered words of encouragement.

Two years later on September 11, 2001 terrorist would fly airliners into the World Trade Center, Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania and Buck knew it was only a matter of time before Jeremy would be leaving.

In spring of 2003 Jeremy’s unit was sent to Iraq. Jeremy, being an only son could have gotten out of it but he wanted to go out of a sense of obligation and a thirst to see more of the world.

Buck and the rest of Jeremy’s surrogate fathers and mothers, grandfathers and grandmothers all worried collectively for Jeremy’s safety and they all spent a good part of their time in church praying and telling stories about Jeremy.

The weeks passed and no one had heard a word from or about Jeremy, and as the worry grew the days seemed to grow darker. They all stopped talking and soon no one was venturing out to do their chores or anything else.

In July a military car pulled up to Buck’s store, Buck lived in a small house attached to the back of the store. Curtains parted in every window within sight but no one came out; everyone knew what the officers were there for…Jeremy was dead.

It rained the day they buried Jeremy, and all of the extended family was in attendance. Every expression was sad and the only one who spoke was Preacher Johnson.

That night was the darkest of any night the world had ever known and the air was thick with sadness. There were no lights on anywhere, and even though the skies had cleared the stars refused to shine. Buckskin may as well have never existed and to the rest of the spinning world it didn’t.

When light finally returned at dawn, after the long night of darkness, a car pulled up to the Buckskin General Store.

Two people exited the car, a man and a woman, a husband and wife taking the back roads to Richmond stopped for coffee. They walked into the store and were greeted by no one. They shouted out but no one answered. The walked back outside and the man shouted, “Is there anyone around?” Nothing…

They got back in the car and headed out of town and as they approached the church they slowed, “Look as the size of that graveyard!” The woman said. “How can it be so dark?”

There were no trees to shade it and not a cloud in the sky.

“Did you see that?” the man asked.

“Can we please get away from here…the mood here is really dark!”

As they drove away darkness spread from the graveyard to engulf all of Buckskin, and the gloomy weight of sad souls would be all that remained of the little town forever lost in darkness.

Copyright © 2008 D L Ennis

Lost in Darkness

Lost in Darkness

Lost in darkness the torched souls of when linger in eternal night, and as their numbers grow the manner of nocturne breeds further apathy to light, and the weight of sadness rest on us all and the burden darkens our essence. –From a short story I’m writing by the same title, “Lost in Darkness.”

2008 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

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Out of the Fires of Hell the Vulture Soars

Out of the Fires of Hell the Vulture Soars

Out of the fires of hell the vulture soars

Seeking to feast on the carnage wrought by

Politicians and lawyers

Bankers and Wall Street traders

Business men, and women, who drive their slaves to near insanity and offer no reward for their efforts

Chieftains of “mega churches” who give their souls, not to God, but to the evil of greed as they pad their portfolios

By extremist of every stripe throughout the world

Let it be known to all of these that they are, and will be, the fuel that feeds the fires of hell that sends forth the vulture to clean up the butchery of the innocent

2008 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs but is to include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me, D L Ennis. Link to be used…(Visual Thoughts https://dlennis.wordpress.com/)

NOTE: Commercial use, and the creation of prints, must be purchased! For more information you can contact me here.

Just art…my art.