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All my works are copyright protected; they are not and never will be Public Domain. It is YOUR responsibility to understand copyright law. Hope you enjoy them.  Due to the fear of plagiarism I will publish stories here and elsewhere less frequently.  Most writes will be reserved for offline purposes.
 
Love's angel visits in autumn's October.
Upon golden wings a miracle arrives.
Lost in cascading brown gems, years chant harmony's lullaby.
From treasure, gratitude sips a thankful wine.
For without a seed of grace, happiness would be a memory.
May all future days and nights be blessed ones.
In the arms of my Maya angel, dreams comfort me.

Concerning OFFLINE work:

Awash in the glow of electronic wonder, dark eyes search streams of heavy set type in hopes to revising sordid details twisted by a need for perfection. As the screen flickers and uploads latest updates darkness lands behind hunched shoulders. Within the heated coal depths swirls a soft lullaby of snores and whirring fans. Despite efforts to refuse aching need, another revision is under way. Description must always invent its own hunger for fascination. Within its gnawing grasp emotions reflect actions. The show and tell rule applies to every great sentiment. As desire for precise satisfaction mounts with every word resistant to end, a rebuilding process moves steadily into twilight hours. Blizzard of a Shadow Lord greets its sister novel with equal alternation. Both are years in the making, older than October seedlings, and manufactured to be flawless though a flawless story does not exist, cannot exist since mankind itself is a flawed creature.

Love for the written word as well as hatred for it motivates a diseased mind to function in order to exorcise what must not filter into clear channels. Novels composed under such a observed light will someday greet a finished world perhaps in readable print distributed in stores, but for now reside in the coddled machine whose name is a name chosen well and with sentimental attachment. When my mind tires of the daunting tasks for impossible perfection, I collect what mentality is not wound up in personal and professional affairs and challenges offline to log in to a cybernetic playground where a whole other world threatens my sanity. In truth the fragility of my making is universal knowledge to those who devote the time to peeling away the layers of my defenses. Hope is a fruit I savor though consider a exotic flavor I do not always experience. Dreams are what guides a desperate heart in need of it. Though the shadow of doubt casts itself upon me from time to time I expel all forced and stale impressions written years before the seeds of my tree were ever sown.

Love is a gift not to be squandered. Time is a window never to be closed. And words can be particles of enchantment to entice and mystify.

To all those who read my stories I dearly thank you and wish you the best of luck in all future endeavors. To those who read plus comment I sincerely thank you and appreciate your helpful and thoughtful criticism.

If I am away for some time please do not think I have stop writing and supporting writers on this website. I am always reading my friends stories and wishing them all the luck and best wishes!