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Good morning. I dont feel any poems brewing. Nor any bouts of self introspection. I guess I will go bowling and rest.

God rest a giant.

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning." - Robert Jordan

James Oliver Rigby Jr. 10/ 17/48 – 9/16/07, Born twenty nine years and one day before me, otherwise known as Robert Jordan. James was best known for his books in the Wheel of time series, passed away four years and two days ago.

I remember the day I first bought one of his books. I walked into the IGA just down the street from my house hoping they had replenished there book supply. On the top shelf in the si-fi section (I say section and you may imagine a vast selection of books to be had, alas, that picture is not so, the selection consisted of six books) sat The great hunt. Yes, I thought, after weeks of mining the same shaft, a strike. On the cover a man holding a horn was watched by a strange creature and a beautiful woman, this intrigued me. I hurried through the check-out line, and rushed home to devour that 600 page book. Three days later I started reading the book for a second time.

Fast forward fifteen years. I had been trying to keep up on James’s battle with cardiac amyloidosis, poorly because I had almost no Internet connection. I opened up the Internet and went to his home page and learned he had died. I cried. I remember feeling as if I had lost a part of my soul.

I am now writing and have been writing for about a year; almost my whole life this voice of mine has been trapped, stuck behind doors I couldn’t even see, only feel. James was one of the reasons I held onto hope. The beauty and intricacy of his work compelled me to seek, to continue seeking that voice.

Thank you James, lovingly known as Robert Jordan, may God rest your soul.

(The following poem has no ties what so ever to the above story)

Senselessly  

Senselessly you walk through the door

Trampling those you have sworn you adore

Stopping here and there

To examine the fruits of your labor

Blithely you stop and stare

At your handy work laying there

What’s wrong you ask

Without any real care

The falseness behind your eyes

Stark and bare

Senselessly you walk back through the door

Leaving those trampled you have sworn you adore

BY Chris Mcqueeney 9/18/11

Is Away

This life is a trippy thing. But it is the only one I have and I would do almost anything to keep it. The same is true for my children, the onetime something almost happened to my son I would have ran through a brick wall to get to him. In fact, had I the need….

On a key chain

Dangling there

Maybe a conversation piece

Dyed a garish shade of blue

You may have a paw

But the rest of me

Is away

Evil

Evil, 9/4/11 12:18 PM

 I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, kinda easy to do when you’re lonely and alone.  And the thought of evil popped into my mind. Now this is a new thought for me so I haven’t delved into it too deep yet. What if the most evil thing on earth is apathy? Why does it matter; what good would it do anyway? This line of thinking has allowed all kinds of preventable things to go on in our world. I would like to hear your thoughts on this matter. I want to go into this more as I have time to digest this idea; please tell me what you think!

Pervekntable, this goes to show you what a marvel the modern computer is, I mean truly a marvel. I was trying to spell preventable (up above), can you believe that, and the spell check read my mind and knew what I wanted!

Jennifer I cannot post on your blog, maybe you could check your settings on comments and allow anonymous comments.

Good night all. After a hard and emotional week I am going to get some rest and go jump off a cliff…into water for sure. My mom liked to ask “if your friends jumped off a cliff would you?” and my response would be “only if the water is deep enough”, ha-ha I was such a smart ass!