I got a story like that
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For Sale…
Oh honey, just look at it, it’s perfect.
Yes it is my love. It’s a bit pricey though huh?
Oh silly stop worrying about the price. Aren’t we worth it?
Yes, of course we are honey; it’s just that with my new job and the End of the World coming on December 21st. I was hoping we could just rent something and see how things go.
But, I really want this house. It has everything we dreamed of, look at the landscaping; the trees are the right size. And these steps, I’ll be the envy of every housewife around. Besides, if the planet does crumble we’ll be safe living up here, right?
I guess you’re right. It would be nice to be floating instead of being swallowed up by the Earth. Okay, let’s get the realtor on the phone. I’m buying my honey a house.
Oh yeah, you’re the best husband a girl could ask for. Oh and one more thing sweetie, can we not tell anyone where we live?
Sure, okay. But why?
Well, once we move in I’ll have so much to do; I simply won’t have time for an End of the World Party.
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I hope you enjoyed this story- this is what happens when I see a picture and begin to THINK…
-peace
The Fallen…
A friend asked that I write a poem about this photo. I wrote it from three different views.
Eight Carry the One – is the voice of the soldiers carrying the casket
The Passing – is the voice of the family watching
Deliver Me – is the voice of the departed soldier
EIGHT CARRY THE ONE
We are eight
Who carry one
The one’s whose duty
Is now done
We carry you
Upon our shoulder
Because of you
We get to grow older
This cargo of ours
This hero inside
We carry with honor
We carry with pride
As we lay to rest
One of our best
We honor those
For this life they choose
Its time to sleep
So close your eyes
Soar with angels
Above blue skies
Now at peace
But not alone
Not going away
Just going home
THE PASSING
As I watched
Them carry you
I began to weep
My heart in two
Is it dark
Where you are
Are you near
Or are you far
When it came
Was it swift
Did you suffer
Any of it
Your loss
I shall mourn
And celebrate
That you were born
A folded flag
Is what they give
To signify
The life you live
It’s not enough
It’s just not fair
That here I stand
While you lie there
DELIVER ME
Is it morning
Noon or night
Is there darkness
Or daylight
Here I lie
Inside this womb
To be inserted
Into a tomb
I am not hurt
Or suffer pain
Upon a stone
They’ll write my name
Not angry
Nor afraid
I’m content
With choices made
Send the word
To me now
Show your light
Show me how
One last request
I ask of thee
Protect the ones
Who deliver me
-peace
FALLING…
As I lay here in the grass, looking up at the clouds. I am so relaxed. I cannot remember the last time I felt so at ease. Looking at the white puffs as they sail past me makes me wish I could be up there, just for a moment. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? The wind is so soft and it whispers like music just for me as it caresses my face, my hair and my soul. I feel as if this is a special wind, in a special moment, just for me.
I close my eyes and suddenly I feel lighter, the images of the soft clouds beneath me fills my eyes. The wind holds me and cradles me like a mother would a small child. Protecting me from all the hurt. I ride the breeze, this wind, this moment.
Ahhhh, but I know it will not last, I know this wind I ride will have to end.
Will I fall when it is over, will I drop to the hardness below?
What can I do?
Will it hurt? I am scared, I am frightened and I am excited all at the same time. I am more alive now than I have ever been before. This wind, this new life, this right now.
I can feel it slowing down, settling in, I am starting to rise, as if I was a small wave that is begging to collapse into foam.
Now I begin my decent, my fall. With eyes closed, my body wanting to cover itself, so as to accept the impact. I am ready, I am ready…
Wait, why haven’t I felt the ground yet ?
I open my eyes one at a time, peeking at my hands, my body. I am not falling. I AM NOT FALLING?
WHY….what is that? It’s all around me, is it more wind. NO I can hear this, it’s, it’s…..
Butterflies, millions of butterflies…
Hahahahahahaha,,,they are carrying me down to earth, floating me downward, dancing around me, caressing me, like my wind did just moments ago.
I wish you could all feel this, it’s beautiful. They are singing to me. Their song is my song. A song of the heart, my heart
I reach my hand out into the madness of their flying to and fro.
I am back on the ground.
The falling was better then the flying.
This touching drawing is by a new friend Kara Simpson. She sent it to me along with these words.
“Hi, my name is Kara Simpson, i draw and this is one of my very first drawing i ever did and it would mean a lot if you wrote a story about this.”
DREAM TRAIN…
Another example of when artists and writers collide.
DREAM TRAIN
“I must have dozed off, how the hell did I get here?
I don’t even remember getting on this train. Everyone is awfully quiet. Hell they’re all just normal subway car riders. Looking but not really looking at each other. Everyone just trying not to be noticed, wanting to get through this ride and get off the train. Hell, what am I thinking? Of course, I just fell asleep. I’ve been working so damn hard these days, my brain is playing tricks on me. I’m imagining that I haven’t been sitting here the whole time. But have I been here? Why don’t I remember getting on this train? Did I miss my stop? I feel like I’ve been on this damn train forever!
Excuse me ma’am, ma’am, could you please tell me what the next stop is? I seemed to have dozed off and might have missed my stop, ma’am? How rude, she’s totally ignoring me.
I certainly must have missed my stop; these people don’t look like people who live in my neighborhood. They’re not even sociable. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute, I’m so damn tired, maybe I’ll take a nap and all this will have been just a weird dream. The worst part is that I feel like I’ve been here before. Oh well, at least I’m on my way home and not on my way to work!
That’s odd; the sun is shining into the car. How could it be light outside?”
Conductor’s voice over train intercom: “Sorry folks the next stop will be delayed. It seems some poor soul has jumped into the path of the train ahead of us and was killed.”
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The artwork is just one of the many unique and fascinating pieces by our new friend Ray Ferrer @ http://urbanwallart.wordpress.com/
The words fell out of my face and onto this page…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
Color ME?…I think not…it is I who color YOU
It is I who live here in this world, this painting.
YOU are but a mere visitor with YOUR brushes and canvas.
It is I who has mastered the art of ART.
YOU, who is so obviously desperate to leave YOUR home and create a place in which to escape to.
It is I who has the peace and serenity.
But, do not despair, I shall allow YOUR needed moments here in MY world.
I will step aside MY own feelings and MY life for a time.
While YOU can sit back and enjoy what I have become.
And yes, there may be a time when YOU must place ME somewhere else.
I will obey YOUR wishes and go quietly so that WE may be spoken of as artists, together.
For it is I and it is YOU that combine to be what WE are.
Until then, let YOU and I have this moment, this clarity, this place to be, OUR ART.
-peace
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This amazing artwork was generously submitted by our new friend Dan Miller @ http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dan-Miller/325648767502665
Words recklessly assembled by me Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
March of the Dinosaurs…
Hannah was awarded the title of Grade Level Champion for her very creative and colorful poster that was entered into the UVM Math Poster Contest centered on the theme of Shapes and Sizes. Hannah’s poster was chosen as the winner out of all the 5th grade poster entries (There were 500 total poster entries from 32 Vermont schools).
I saw this and wanted to write a story FOR HANNAH about her awesome drawing.
THANKS HANNAH FOR SHARING YOUR TERRIFIC ARTWORK WITH THE WORLD
MARCH OF THE DINOSAURS
“HUP TWO THREE FOUR – HUP TWO THREE FOUR,” Barked Greenie the T-Rex from behind the pack of dinosaurs.
“HUP TWO THREE FOUR.” He never stopped giving orders. Greenie knew that he had to keep his dinosaur friends marching towards the Sun Valley or they would all surely starve when the winter snows came and covered the ground.
“Boy, Greenie sure is marching us hard today,” squealed a very tired Steg the Yellow.
“He sure is, agreed Purple Bronto, but Greenie is the oldest and wisest dinosaur so we must obey.”
“I guess you’re right, “answered Yellow. “Soon we will be in the Sun Valley and have all the food and water we need.”
They all continued marching to Greenies cadence and rhythm. His barking became less and less like barking and more musical and easier to march to; even the flying dinosaurs were in rhythm to his tune.
“HUP TWO THREE FOUR WE ARE MARCHING DINOSAURS – FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT WE WON’T STOP TILL DAYBREAK.” It was a nice song and Greenie had marched his dinosaur friends to it for years and years. Greenie felt happy that they would once more be safe. Then come spring they could all travel back to their homes and enjoy another summer filled with laughter and fun.
“Hey Greenie,” Called out the tiniest of tiny dinosaur voices, “Are we there yet Greenie, huh, huh?”
Greenie looked down at the newest and smallest dinosaur in their group who was standing next to Purple Bronto
“Almost there little Hannah, we’re almost there.” “NOW- HUP TWO THREE FOUR,WHAT ARE WE MARCHING FOR? FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT, LET’S NOT MAKE OUR LITTLE HANNAH WAIT !”
BYE BYE TO THE BIRDS AND THE BEES
“CAPTAIN, how goes the industrial colonization of the planet Earth?” Asked the Squishier of Sunsets.
“It is progressing just as you have envisioned, OH Wise and Destructive One.”
“Very well Captain, I want to see more buildings, roads and bridges, I want more graying, polluted and acid rain filled skies with each passing day. Not a moments rest till every square inch of green on the planet Earth is covered by bricks, steel or plastic, AM I UNDERSTOOD!”
“Oh yes, Supreme Supplier of Stone, Sludge and all things Harmful. We are halfway there. It seems as if the inhabitants of Earth enjoy laying waste to the natural resources they have been graciously given.”
(As the Ultimate Undertaker of the Universe stops to take a look at the Destruction Download Bar on his Destructo Monitor he notices that it has stalled momentarily)
“WHY does it appear to be slowing down Captain?”
“I’m not sure sir, let me look.
Oh no, you’re right OH Punish-er of Planets; it does look as if the greenscape annihilation has slowed down. Well, my magnificent Demolish-er of all life and Superior Installer of things non living. It appears that the people of planet Earth are fighting back. It actually looks like they are starting to take notice and concern over their impact of their own environment. “
“Captain, can we stop them from stopping us?”
“I’m not sure my Eternal Evaporator of Earth, I’m not sure.”
Hhhmmm thought the Decider of Doom to himself; maybe these earthlings have finally realized that the light at the end of their planetary tunnel “WAS AN ONCOMNG TRAIN”.
“Okay Captain, let’s change course and find another rock to help destroy. We will grant these earthlings a little more time. Maybe they’ll destroy this planet on their own. If not then we shall return and finish it for them.
“Aye aye, my Supreme Slayer of Trees and Installer of Tears and Regrets, Aye aye.”
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The picture found me then I found the words, then my words found their way to this page, then you found this page and read this story. Thanks….Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
SNOW SNIPER
Here is another three poem collection inspired by a single picture
SNOW SCULPTURE
I am the last
Of my kind
You can look
But will not find
Armed, but all alone
I wait for you
Sooner or later
You must pass thru
It won’t be long
Till the falling snow
Reveals to me
Which way you go
Is that you
That I hear
Are you far
Or are you near
I am a statue
That you can’t see
Just a little closer
I need you to be
As I touch my trigger
And gently squeeze
Your life’s now ended
I am not pleased
READY, AIM, WAIT
How do I
Reveal to you
What I know
That I must do
I was not born
To right the wrong
My heart and faith
Can’t come along
I must take back
Things I did not give
Like my home
And the way I live
As you look
Upon my face
Will you run
Or will you chase
Will you fight
By my side
Or shall I hunt
While you hide
I do not blink
Or hesitate
God be with you
Ready, aim, wait
I AM HERE
While the world
Passes by
While children born
Give first cry
And the wind
Blows to the west
And when God
Puts you to the test
I am here
Watching for you
Making sure
That dreams come true
We must each
Do our part
To save the meek
From dark heart
The winter’s snow
And summers heat
I’ll always guard
This city’s street
When comes the day
That I go home
Lay down my gun
No more alone
-Peace
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The photo and words were submitted by ME @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
STEEL TREES
STEEL TREES
“Well, you did it again Steve, are you happy?”
“Aw come on Anne, why must you always make a big deal out of nothing?”
“NOTHING, NOTHING, are you serious Steve? You call this nothing? All you had to do was ask for directions, BUT NOOOO, you had to keep going straight, when we both knew perfectly well that we were heading in the wrong direction. We are “TREES STEVE”, trees need to be in the forest, and this is exactly why I hate leaving the forest. I don’t mind when you get the urge to wander and get away once in awhile, in fact I like it myself. But we have to get back as soon as possible; we need to be in our own environment.”
“Look honey, I know I have been wrong once or twice in the past, but I’m sure we are going to be fine this time. Trust me sweetie, okay?”
“I’m sorry Steve, but I cannot help but think that you’ve finally lost your mind. We are NOT, I repeat NOT FINE. LOOK AT WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW.”
“Aright alright, I’ll ask the next person that we see for directions.”
“FINALLY my husband sees the light. Hallelujah we might be saved after all.”
“But honey, just one more thing, before we get back on our way?”
“WHAT Steve, don’t push it I’m pretty pissed right now?”
“Since we’re already stuck up here; can we light up this wall a little longer before we head home to the forest?”
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The photo represents a recent architectural design from the very talented Patricia Canfield who is Owner/Founder of deCamville Design, a Texas-based full-service architectural and interior design consulting firm. http://decamvilledesign.wordpress.com/
I asked Patricia if I could write something about her work and she sent me the above photo.
I hope my words, due her work some justice. By the way the Tree named Steve is me and the Tree named Anne is my co-founder here at “I got a story like that.”
I’m pretty sure that if Anne and I were trees and I really was driving us around, I would most likely drive her up a wall similar to the trees in the design.
-Peace
One picture – Two stories
A new friend to our site and I had a little fun this week. We took ONE picture and – IN SUPER TOP SECRET UNDERGROUND BUNKERS, HIGHLY PROTECTED BY SONIC RADAR AND ARMED GUARDS WHILE WEARING FAKE NOSES AND GLASSES TO CONCEAL OUR IDENTITIES TO EVEN OURSELVES- we wrote our independent interpretations of this same picture. So, we give to you “REUNION”
Wedding Bells Ringing
Satan’s Angels singing
My heart sinking
What was I thinking?
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Selling my soul to the reaper
I was placed under a spell
He came in to buy me
Giving me Honeymoon Hell
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I was mystified
I opened the portal
I made such a mistake
I wanted to be immortal
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I thought I was buying life
Death is what I got
Reaper I am to marry
Honeymoon Hell, I bought
*
He leads me to the bed
I am shaking at his touch
My skin crawls at the thought
Honeymoon Hell, I got
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Begging, please let me go
I didn’t understand
I never meant to marry
I never gave you my hand
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“It is too late for you, my dear”
The deed is done, you are my wife
You will honor all my needs
Honeymoon Hell is your life”
by Renee Robinson
You can find more of Rennee’s incredible visions @ http://naesnest.me/
The Rising“Why are you sad my child? Are you not pleased with your journey or is it that your time has ended?”
“Oh Father I thank you for allowing me the time to walk amongst mortals. It was exactly as I had imagined it would be.”
“My dear child, I am at peace knowing that you are home back where you belong. I was against you leaving me, even for a moment. But alas, I knew that you must go and see for yourself.”
“I have returned Father, ready to take my place at your side. Theirs is not a world for me. They live as if they will never suffer true pain. They mock the thought of absolute deliverance. They carry on with their self inflicted bliss as if it shall never end. I tasted this happiness and self indulgence that they dine on and I spit it out, so that my soul will be pure and only of you.”
“So my child now that you have seen what I myself have left behind many millenniums ago,do you understand what it is that I must do?”
“Yes Father I do.”
“What else have you learned while living a mortals life, my child?”
“I have learned that they seek to RISE up against you, Father.”
“Ha ha , we shall see my child, we shall see. Let us go and prepare for their arrival but first let’s get you out of that horrible white robe and into something darker, something much darker.”
The above words provided by your host and resident madman, Steve @http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
-Peace
I got a story like that 