Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The first few pages of the book im writting. still havent figuerd out a title.

When i was five my mother told me that the rain was made from the tears of all the angels in the kingdom of heaven. She said that when the angels were sad and cried their tears fell from the heavens down to earth.
When i was five i believed her.
When i was six she died........
The hungry cancer ate away at mommy's bones like a mouse eating a square of cheese. Slow at first,nibbling away at the edges and then when it got a good taste of her it began to gobble her faster and faster each day until finally swallowing the last bite of her.
When mommy left my blue Skye's with cotton candy puffed clouds turned grey and the clouds became black over roasted campfire marshmallows. Zeus hurled his lightning bolts down upon me and Hades opened up the earth and his wicked arms to offer me a new home. A home of constant darkness inside my head.
I was sent to live with aunt Marge and uncle ken (moms brother). My aunt and uncle didn't have any children of their own. It was a good thing too.
When they first got me they were like two excited kids getting their very first puppy ( i was that puppy). It was all new and exciting at first so they feed the puppy,take it for walks and brush its fur.
Then it starts to become a nuisance and the initial excitement goes away,so the children's parents end up taking care of the puppy in the end. In this case it was Maria,the nanny they hierd when their puppy (me) became nothing but a chore.
Every now and then they acknowledge me by throwing me a bone ( 20 bucks) and letting me gnaw on it (spend it) in the dog house (at the mall). I stay out of their hair and they stay out of mine.
The perfect pretend family.......
Eleven years later I'm seventeen sitting on the front steps of our lonely home.
I am alone.....i am always alone.
The sun is shining bright warming my cake frosting white skin. I notice a boy about my age with black porcupine hair walking up the drive way toward me.
Maybe if i pretend I'm invisibal he wont see me.
He steps up in front of me and sticks out his hand. He has a silver lip piercing and most likely a bad attitude. He smells like Marlboro's and cheap body spray cologne. "I'm Jobi" he says with a grin.
Thought to self: I'm angry,depressed and i hate smelly teenage boys with holes in there lips,now leave me alone.
I decide that's to drastic. "I'm Anna" i say instead. He puts his hand down by his side when he realizes I'm not going to shake it.
"wow that's rude Anna".
"so what" i say in between chewing my already too short fingernails.
"You look like you need a friend Anna".
"And you a haircut" i shoot back.
"Wow I'm sorry i came here" Jobi says, then turns around and begins walking back down the driveway.
Angel on left shoulder: Say sorry you idiot you have no friends.
Devil on right shoulder: You should call him back to chuck him the finger.
Me: I hate everyone.....
I don't want to call him back, I'll feel like a boob but angel on the left is right i need a friend, and a good one at that. Under my red knit sweater my left wrist looks like raw hamburger meat from all the cutting and healing and cutting and healing.
"Wate" i yell. "I'm sorry". Jobi turns around and heads back too me. "Apology accepted" he says.
"My dad and i just moved from Vermont" "Your the first person i talked to here,i decided to walk up the street and check things out". "And i saw you sitting here" "do you want to walk with me"?
Maybe i'll get lucky and he'll murder me,cut me up into tiny pieces and dump me in the creek. Doubt full.....
I flash him a girlie girl smile. "Sure".
He reaches his hand out a second time and i take it this time,standing up with his help.
"You have alot of secrets" he accuses. "Alot" i agree.
We begin walking. This is the start of a beautiful friendship.
Little did i know that something dark and deadly was going to come between us. Something that would change our mortal lives forever.......

Love In The Underground

My name is Michael Stapp, and I have been writing for quite some time. The Following poem is from my book Gravedust & Grace. Which can be found on Amazon by following the link above or at XLIBRIS when the link is working.


Love In The Underground

Like everyone else in the sardine car,
As I unaffectionately call it,
I ignore the smells of body odor mixed with
Those of urine and decaying food,
I’m not really paying any mind to anything whatsoever.
When, while looking out of a grease stained window,
I catch a glimpse of something.
The word love,
Written in bright red spray paint on the concrete wall.
And as people shuffle on and off the train I wonder
Just what is love.
A couple of stragglers run in right before the doors close.
And we are off again.
Only now,
Unlike my car-mates,
I am aware of my surroundings.
I look around seeking an answer,
Wondering; if any of these people; know what love is.
I first glance at the stragglers, a boy and girl of teenage years,
Their faces a veritable beehive of metal.
Their heads, even the girls, are shaven close,
With brightly dyed tufts in spots.
I watch them kiss,
The studs in their tongues flashing in primary colors,
And I wonder if they know what love is.
I turn my eyes away from the couple and spot a woman
Holding tightly to her young son’s hand.
And looking at them I wonder if they know what love is.
Could a young lad such as he, carry the secret to love?
The locomotive starts to slow again
And though I am still pondering love, it is my stop
And I must simply get off.
Rising up to the street, I am greeted by the sun.
I have to squint a bit until I am adjusted,
But that doesn’t put me off.
I can smell the java perking from the nearby coffee shop,
And the aromas drifting from the vendor’s carts.
Looking around I take in the world with all of my senses,
And I decide right then and there.
The feeling you get when you get off of the damned subway:
That is love.

Woodstock 07








Take me away, my love
for a ride in the sky.
Round and round we'll go
where we'll stop, no one knows.

Take me higher, my love,
high above the world below.
Together, we'll rise above
the corruption of the materialistic.

Let us forget the world below
and enter one of our own.
Here between earth and clouds
all that exists is you and I.

Move in closer, my love
to share in an intimate kiss.
We must be very careful,
or we'll fall to a tragic death.

The warmth of your hands,
the taste of your lips,
the fire in your eyes
encompasses my spirit.

Let us move, my love
to a higher plane of existence.
Together, we can rise above
and find a serenity that is our own.

Let our hopes and dreams
wrap around us.
Let our passions ignite
and burn as one.

DBCII