Changes being made to Oracle of the dragonfly

Thanks to Steven Vandermeer ,Oracle of the dragonfly now has two writers. He is doing it to help me generate new ideas. He is now apart of the journey. Brilliant and smart, he is also an artist. So be prepared for new episodes soon. And welcome Steven to the comic. :) 

a broken heart

After the moments had gone tears feel to the ground like rain.

A broken heart faded away.


Love and pain can be one in the same.

lacking a voice in the darkest corners of the soul.

So much lost gone and buried deep in the ground. Watered by the tears of what had be lost.

Lovingly the tears are gathered, sparkling like dew on leaves.

So saddly so much was lost. A broken heart, beyond repair. Fear of love fear of life. Alone in the damp cold dark.

The clasp of darkness fades for a moment's hope.

That one broken heart cam mend. It loved once perhaps someday it will feel again.

Last blog

Last blog deleted. Just needed to get how I felt about online dating off my chest. Mostly I would say be careful who you meet online. I would suggest more off line ways. Such as book clubs, church, coffee shop. Either way is risky. Anyway that's all for now.

How can you tell the year?

It has been so long since the last sunrise hit my eyes. I was unclear. I'm not given a day or time. Perhaps it was a moon rise. Years could be passing by I would not know. It still seems like a dream in my mind. There was not way to tell the year. Everything was so very unclear.

At that very moment I found myself at the edge of a cliff. The waves crashed below. They cried out for me to join them. The tears of a thousand souls landed below.

I looked on as the Sun began to rise, it would be a new day of pain. One I thought I couldn't bear. But some how I would. The constant of dark dispare had seemed to leave me.

I looked at the waves crashing below, rushing sounds blew through my ear drums. The pounding in my ears was the sound of my heart beating faster than it ever had before.

The sun began to burn my eyes, as it peaked out from the clouds. I fell back hitting the rocky ground. I felt the pebbles dig into my palms. Blood slowly began to flow from my left hand. I looked at it quizzical and thought nothing of it. 

As the the blood dripped slowly downward, on my arm I pulled myself up. I was unsure why the Sun burned, but my pale skin began to tingle more. My nerves hurt like I had been set on fire.

I found myself running faster and faster the cut on my Palm seemed not to matter now. All I knew was I felt as if my skin was on fire. Pulling and tearing at my clothes I found a cave screaming, I gave a last breath. The dark enveloped me, the burning stopped. I knew I was in trouble, I thought I had just been asleep. But this was not a slumber. This was something else. I would wait for night to fall and then I would find what this, I had become.

Much time had passed, I waited the Sun finally went to its cursed earth. Far from me and the ability to burn my skin. I stepped out of my cave. I knew what I had to do. This was the moment that would change it all.

To be continued....

Six thousand years

My heart floated through the sky free not sure what it would fine.

Six thousand years countless lifetimes spent in the arms of one man.

Nevertheless everything ends as it began. Fireflies dancing in the sky broken dreams fallen souls last romanced kiss..

Nothing had prepared me for this.... A new life had started... This one more broken and fragmented than any other...

I have always found myself not right in this place and time. Disconnected from the cars, phones, computers simply life in general. On the outside I fool people, using this little thing typing the letters to form this.

You see I don't or didn't know who I was. But slowly it came back to me. I find myself alone in this life. It's tormenting at best , it's like having yourself in two times at once. One is the life you see and the other is one you can't get to its gone. Hundreds of years gone. It's like touching the earth only to have it blow out of your hand.

The one who travel other lifetimes with me is gone... He is busy living moving on... Only briefly did he tell me of these things then to carry on with life.

Sadly the small moment I am able to grasp this in the a neutron bomb going off in my heart and mind. How does one process six thousand years all at once... You don't... You scream run pull your hair and fall to the ground in a heap...

You look up at the fireflies and know that what was is gone... The death and life of what was can't be changed. It simply is...

This life is not like the others. I detest what it is. The in humanity and lack of social interaction is sickening at best. Knowing the one who spent lifetimes with you is simply to busy kills me know. The biggest question is where do I go from here.

The question remains what do I do now. I sit at the edge looking on in wonder. What the hell do I do now.

The end.

Firefly

The dark night set in. The rain was crashing down hard...
Her feet hit the ground running faster and faster... The mud and water so cold under her feet.

Bloody from running her feet throbbed... The pain grew the harder she ran..

No shoes running in the rain her feet screaming from the impact...

She feel to the ground out stretched in the mud the rain fell and she laid in a heap.

A tiny firefly streamed along in the down poor...

Flying and flying till in stopping and landed on her cheek....

His little light warmed her face... She got up and saw the firefly she began to run after the tiny light..

He guided her from the storm.... Such a small spark of light.

A moment

Slowly she faded away like a summers breeze.

He once saw her as the most beautiful thing.

But he grew restless and bored.

She just faded away.... The autumn leaves started to fall...

She crunched under his feet.. The bright orange leaves turned to dust and blew away in the autumn Sun... Beautiful but now only a fraction of the beautiful girl he once loved.

He knew he wanted more he wanted spring... She was colorful and full of life...

Her blossoms smelled so sweet like honey. He could taste them in his mouth.

Touching the soft petals in his hands he knew what to do.

Suddenly spring gasped at his touch.

The man looked up and saw that spring was autumn.....

He did not understand... He had crushed her orange dry leaves to dust. He had watched them blow away. Suddenly spring answered..

Don't you understand....

I was always beautiful..   you just looked the other way. But I must go now I can't stay. I am blooming in beautiful mist and dew... It's calling out to me...

The man watched as she walked away... He knew what he lost... He sobbed quite and softly as he fell to his knees.