Rapture

I waited yesterday, May 21, 2011 for the promised rapture. I sat comfortably waiting in my easy chair chomping on popcorn and guzzling diet Mtn Dew like there was no tomorrow. Of course technically there was not going to be a tomorrow. Imagine my surprise when midnight came around. I had not been rapt, then I remembered only the good would benefit from rapture. Obviously my lifestyle precludes any kind of rapture.

I checked with FaceBook, Twitter, Skype, and a few bingo sites I hangout in. Not one person ended up benefitting from rapture. The masses still wrote their status’, tweets flowed, and I still lost my butt in bingo.
What went wrong? Where was my rapture? It dawned on me that maybe my rapture had been postponed, to be rapt at a later date. I did what any disappointed red-blooded American would do. I googled “THE END OF THE WORLD”. Imagine my shock when I read that I have survived 119 predicted ENDS OF THE WORLD, and I am only 62.
Here are a few of what I will refer to close brushes with death.

In 1953 a book came out predicting that the world would end in August of 1953. I was only five at the time, so I didn’t pay attention.

A pastor from California predicted that sometime between April 16 and 23, 1957 that Armageddon would sweep the world! Millions of people would parish. I was nine at the time, and didn’t keep up on current events, but I am sure my parents would have told me if there had been any wide spread perishing.

In the 1970’s a religious fanatic predicted Haley’s comet would end life as we know it. At about the same time a group called The True Light Church of Christ forecasted the return of Jesus Christ. Many from the Church quit their jobs and waited for the blessed event. I suppose they were upset to learn that they couldn’t get unemployment. Waiting for the return of the Messiah is not a sufficient enough excuse for quitting your job.

1981 could be renamed the year of rapture. There were two predicted dates for rapture. One predicted that the rapture would occur on December 31. The prediction was a concoction of Christian prophesies astronomy, and a whole lot of fatalism. A church of fanatics, goof-balls and most likely aliens predicted rapture would take place on June 28, when June 28 passed they sent a news release they had miscalculated, the new date was August 7, both were wrong. I was a newlywed in 1981, the marriage was bad from the start, I would have welcomed any kind of world ending scenario.

The planets aligned in 1982, creating magnetic forces and Armageddon.
Also in 1982 a group called the Tara Center took out a full-page ad claiming that Christ second coming was scheduled for the April 24-25 weekend. At that time I only read the sports-page. Either I missed it, or it didn’t happen.

Need I go on? The results are easily googleable. It is likely that there will be many predicted raptures between now and the real end of the world, December 21, 2012.
Until then live your life like there is no tomorrow, who knows how many close calls we can endure.

May 20

It's been over a month since I posted, thought I would add a little ditty I wrote for my parents. Growing up I seldom saw them do anything but argue.

I have finished my "sell my soul to the devil book" I am considering adding my book "THE LAST CHANCE" to kindle. Bypassing publication all together. I have started another round of queries for my middle grade fantasy.

I am fighting myself, part of me wants to stop writing books that will never see the light of day. I am told all my books are great, too bad the right agent does not share the views of my handful of fans.



Small House
It’s a small house, we both know it.
There isn't much room for us to be.
Maybe that’s why you’re not home much.
Or could that lonely reason just be me?
I give you everything, but seldom
get anything in return.
What can I do?
Or is it that fire will never again burn?
Yes, it’s a small house, but it seems
to be filled up with tears.
It’s a small house, but there’s more than enough room for
us to be lonely through our years.

April 6, 2011

THE WANNA-BE PUBLISHED CREED

To dream the impossibe dream
To fight the unbeatable deadline
To wait with unbearable sorrow
Cause you queried where the brave dare not go

To write the unwriteable sequel
To become better than you actualiy are
To type when your arms are to weary
To reach the unreachable word

This is my quest, to follow that agent
No matter how hopeless, it has been so far
To be willing to write till there's no more to give
To be willing to try so that honor and royalties may live

To question my sanity without question or pause
To be willing to write about hell for a heavenly cause

And I know if my query is true in my glorious quest
That the query wil not lie in a slush pile when I'm laid to my rest

And the world will read better for this
That one man, form rejected, leaving scars
Still strove with his last edited query
To reach the unreachable agent


PS I love the song, The Imopssible Dream, I have not asked for the rights to the song. I might get sued, or worse yet end up in prison.

March 26. 2001

Parenthood 101


Some children grow up in spite of their parents while some grow up despite their parents. But no matter how they grow up, there are far too many that forsake their parents guidance.
There are no incantations or magic spells that can prevent your child from running headlong into a brick wall. There is no amount of love that can stop them from ruining their life. It doesn’t matter to a child that you once journeyed down the same path they travel today. They could care less that you made similar mistakes in your life. They can’t conceive that you were once their age, and it wouldn’t matter if they could.
Trying to tell them that have a future, beyond tomorrow is futile. You might as well try to teach a pig to sing. All they see is today. Telling a daughter hell bent on destruction that school is more important than love falls on deaf ears. You can’t make them see that their new love destroyed her lifelong dream. You might as well hold your breath. They have lost all sight.
No there is no way of preventing your child from ruining her live. I wish that there was. All you can do is watching them self destruct. It is hard, but a parent must silently watch from the sidelines tosses way all values, morals, and teachings.
Take it from me before it’s too late for you. Let your child fall on their face. I tried to keep her upright, and only got abuse, hate, and hours upon hours of wondering where I failed.
There are no incantations or magic spells that can prevent your child from running headlong into destruction. You need to keep silent, while it breaks your heart into a million pieces.

March 14, 2011

WON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER

When you left, it was no big deal thing.
Life still goes on, I knew it would.
The wounds will heal; it's just a matter of time.
But I don't believe in forever anymore.
Love is a play; you really know your part.
You had me believing all your lines were true.
Like the one where you'd be mine forever.
It won't take long to forget all about you.
I don’t believe in forever anymore.
Yes, the pain will end.
But I will never believe in forever again

February 6, 2011

A short poem for the week.

True to my Word

I promised myself, the night that you left, I wouldn't fall apart.
True to my word and in spite of myself, it only broke my heart.

The sun came up the very next morning I didn't think it would.
I still got up and went off to work, although I didn't think I could.

The world still turns, with or without you but I don’t know where to start.
So......No.......It wasn't the end of the world just the end of my heart.

January 23, 2011

poem for the week. It was written when sometime after my divorce



Not for me

I must admit, sometimes I miss someone to hold.
But I can usually chalk it up to having a very bad cold.

Once when I thought I should start over with someone new,
I was relieved when the doctor said "You'll survive, it's just the flu"

I keep my heart, safe and secure, untarnished upon a shelf.
That way if for any reason my heart gets broken, I have no one to blame but myself.

I've been hurt so many times, by love I thought would be true.
I'm sure by now I'm listed in the heart-broken book of "Who's Who".

This experience has left me to believe that love is for the very foolish,
or better left in the capable hands of the very ghoulish.

Think about it, to give yourself to something you can't see.
Well as far as I'm concerned, you can have love. It's not for me!