A poem to introduce my upcoming romantic thriller

The Curse of a Mind

 

C hurning dilemmas, decisions and continuous thoughts,

It is a tiring process where answers are sought.

            ~The mind’s infinite curse~

A burden for which a penny has bought,

Jumbles of chaos, bursts of insight materialize from naught.

 

U ncle, uncle, I cry! It is rest I crave,

Blessed blankness or dreams on a wave,

            ~The mind’s infinite curse~

No on or off switch, no option or control until the grave,

Until then, the information I hold I have to save.

 

R etardation and autism from an altered brain,

Still have no escape from the pain.

            ~The mind’s infinite curse~

For it is not ignorance that challenges the sane,

It is what we know, a problem of the vain.

 

S lumber, oh beautiful slumber, refuses to come,

At least allow me to go numb.

            ~The mind’s infinite curse~

Make the madness stop, I beg as a bum,

I know in my astute desperation, there is no where to run.

 

E nter other techniques, including the sheep,

The frustrations drive me crazy and I weep.

            ~The mind’s infinite curse~

Okay, time to make the decision to push away the secrets I keep,

It is time to take a deep breath, let it all go and just go to sleep.

 

 

Destiny Booze

Published in: on October 27, 2009 at 12:06 pm  Leave a Comment  

Repost – Predetermined Endings Poem

Predetermined Endings

 

Did you hear the cries of labor,

the announcement of God’s favor,

to a man and woman,

for reasons you cannot summon?

 

Did you feel the sting of pain,

the continuum of sacrifice for gain,

to get a job and house,

for the sprint to success like a mouse?

 

Did you realize the price of life,

the philosophy from Adam’s wife,

to sample want and desire,

for the result of brimstone and fire?

 

Did you hope the pursuit of glory,

the manifest destiny of riches by
story,

to have recognition and fame,

for a journey no man overcame?

 

Did you know the result of all,

the fate waiting beyond the gate so
tall,

to teach every person and organism,

for a universal truth, not cynicism?

 

Did you hate the epiphany of time,

the uncomfortable psalm spoken in
rhyme,

to justify the birth and beginning,

for setting a course with only one
predetermined ending?

 

Destiny Booze

This poem was written as an introduction to a romantic suspense novel called PREDETERMINED ENDINGS. It is available now. To learn more: http://www.destinybooze.com

Published in: on October 13, 2009 at 8:49 pm  Leave a Comment  

Outer Banks Suspense Series – Book 3

This book is in progress right now. Here’s the introductory poem…

Accelerating Circumstances

 

In a moment of blindness,

She said yes.

Anticipation left her breathless.

 

That he was a stranger,

Added to the danger.

Excitement outweighed any wager.

 

With no thought or plan,

She went with the man.

Exhilaration heightened the night inside the van.

 

When they came to a stop,

He got on top.

Arousal masked the gun’s sudden pop.

 

Every thrust – a release of hate,

Coupling with a lifeless mate.

Disappointment was the murder, not perfect, not great.

 

Why did she have to die?

Her husband and son will later cry,

For a wife and mother that went goodbye.

 

The stakes accelerate for each kill,

Striving for the lust of that first thrill.

The disappointment and rage never-ending, until…

 

Destiny Booze
Published in: on August 20, 2009 at 1:00 pm  Leave a Comment  

Repost: Altered Beginnings Poem

Hey everybody, don’t forget that Predetermined Endings (Book 2 of the Outer Banks Suspense Series) is scheduled for release on September 7, 2009. So, if you haven’t had the opportunity to read Altered Beginnings (Book 1 of the Outer Banks Suspense Series), but you would like to, here are the buy links:
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Altered Beginnings

 

A twist of fate at conception,

When she gave into temptation,

Written in history as betrayal and sin,

A spiral of what one indiscretion could begin.

 

A child was born into hate,

When the regrets came too late,

For the judgment is persecution,

A life sentence of permanent absolution.

 

The child will never understand,

When she follows the footsteps in the sand,

Molded by the past toward a dark attraction,

A plot on the line from a genetic connection.

 

The continuous trouble was expected,

When normal adolescence and much worse intersected,

Changed by the orphanage and its crimes,

A natural evolution while serving her time.

 

A damaged reputation beyond repair,

When the circumstances had not been fair,

Unloved and unwanted by all,

A child that did not know to stop her fall.

 

A wish upon an unreachable star,

When just once she fought to raise the bar,

Puppeteered into the direction of a deadly ending,

A design not of choice but of an Altered Beginning.

 

The woman once child changes by declaration,

When she ends her own judgment at present duration,

Chosen to take a better road and turn life around,

A universal epiphany that joy requires that peace is found.

 

Destiny Booze

To learn more, visit http://www.destinybooze.com


Published in: on August 14, 2009 at 1:58 pm  Comments (1)  

No Traces to Hell – A Poem

No Traces to Hell

An
unexpected loss…

A rush
of anger…

An
uninvited strife…

A wisp
of the fear…

 

The path
of choice…

The
gleam of hate…

 

An
incredible speed…

A case
of danger…

An
undeniable cost…

A race
of tears…

 

The
chosen fate…

The
hidden trace…

 

NO TRACES TO HELL

Destiny Booze

Published in: on July 30, 2009 at 1:51 pm  Leave a Comment  

Motivational Monday – The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

— Robert Frost

**From http://www.getmotivation.com.**

Published in: on July 27, 2009 at 4:11 pm  Leave a Comment  

Man in the Glass, or Woman

Man in the Glass
-Author Unknown

When you get what you want in your struggle for
self and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what THAT man has to say

For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you’re a straight shootin’
chum and call you a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
if you can’t look him in the eye

He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
for he’s with you clear up to the end
And you’ve passed your most dangerous test
if the man in the glass is your friend

You may fool the world down the path of life
and get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and
tears if you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

Published in: on July 11, 2009 at 1:55 pm  Comments (1)  

Predetermined Endings Poem

Predetermined Endings

Did you hear the cries of labor,
the announcement of God’s favor,
to a man and woman,
for reasons you cannot summon?

Did you feel the sting of pain,
the continuum of sacrifice for gain,
to get a job and house,
for the sprint to success like a mouse?

Did you realize the price of life,
the philosophy from Adam’s wife,
to sample want and desire,
for the result of brimstone and fire?

Did you hope the pursuit of glory,
the manifest destiny of riches by story,
to have recognition and fame,
for a journey no man overcame?

Did you know the result of all,
the fate waiting beyond the gate so tall,
to teach every person and organism,
for a universal truth, not cynicism?

Did you hate the epiphany of time,
the uncomfortable psalm spoken in rhyme,
to justify the birth and beginning,
for setting a course with only one predetermined ending?
 

Destiny Booze

Published in: on June 17, 2009 at 3:12 pm  Leave a Comment  

Please, Say Please

Please, Say Please

 

A bump on the arm by a busy
passerby,

Never looked back and I sigh,

Would a simple excuse me really
hurt?

Has it become normal to be so
curt?

 

Perhaps he didn’t feel the bang of
our collision,

Or couldn’t stray from some
mission.

Time is usually of the essence,

And tardiness, though common,
results in penance.

 

Manners are rarer these days, it
seems,

As individuals take the honor, and
not the team.

Is family a word of lesser
importance?

Will success become greater than
accordance?

 

I want to hear please and thank
you,

An excuse me, or a how do you do.

Please, say please and thank you,

If not for me, then for you.

Destiny Booze

Published in: on June 9, 2009 at 1:20 pm  Comments (2)  

A Poem for June’s Creative Corner

Nameless Aggression

There is fury behind these eyes of mine
You would not notice, your eyes are blind
It has now begun to wake my sleep
The emotions forthcoming I cannot reap.

Deep memories return, that should forever be behind
To increase the thoughts that rape my mind
I encounter the loneliness that follows the pain
Therein lies the repressed, to drive me insane

My mouth dare not speak what tears
Have shed
Concerning the past and what’s left
To dread
I must stay anchored and not point the blame
Many deal with anger, but how many with shame?

Who would interpret what I have to confide
It feels much safer here inside
It’s too late to extinguish what kindled the flame
Forever, my suffering will have no name.

Kimberley Hunter

Published in: on May 28, 2009 at 12:42 pm  Leave a Comment  
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