Cold Night of Redemption

The darkness of night collapses around a small town. Out of the shadows, a man appears, running for his life. “It’s done and over,” he tells himself; running towards the black sedan, pulse racing with excitement. Heavy rainfall soaks him to the bone while fumbling for the car keys in his jacket pocket. He tosses the heavy green duffel bag into the backseat and then starts the engine. He speeds off, gripping the steering wheel, white knuckles breaking through his skin as if he was tightly holding the reins of a wild black stallion.

The rhythm of the windshield wipers seems to synchronize with his racing heart. This moment was months in the making, and he could not believe how easy it was, how quickly it went. No one ever suspected him nor saw this coming. There is barely any heat in the cabin of the sedan as he speeds along the icy road. Then he remembers that he needs to make a quick stop before continuing to his destination; the long winding road eventually leads him to an old cemetery.

He takes a long stare towards the valley of headstones as he exits the vehicle. The rain becomes sleet, like shards of broken glass scratching his face as it falls against his skin. He walks towards an unmarked grave; the headstone, cracked from erosion with various forms of weeds growing at its base. He cups his hands towards his mouth, blowing warm air into them as the cold night air provides an extra chill to his wet and aching bones.

Speaking down towards the headstone, “I did this for you.” Kneeling, “I promised I would take care of you and I failed, I should have never left you alone that night, “ wiping away his tears, “but it’s over now, tonight, I finished what they started.” The rain softly turns into snow, “no more children will ever have to suffer, and mothers will not have to cry themselves to sleep at night because of what that family did.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture of a little girl; it is an image of her laughing with the ocean behind her. He then kisses the picture and places it back into his pocket.

Suddenly, his cell phone begins to vibrate; he sees a text message warning him that law enforcement authorities were heading towards his current position. “I have to go now,” he stands and begins running towards the car. Arriving at the sedan to see the road covered in snow, and his windshield covered with thick ice. The car will not start; each turn of the ignition provides nothing but starter clicking and frustration. Time is running out; the authorities are gaining more ground. In his rear-view mirror, he can see headlights approaching bathed in blue and red flashing lights.

His mind races as he tries to figure out a way to escape certain apprehension, “no way out this time,” he tells himself. He hears, on a police band frequency, an all points bulletin for a person leaving the scene of his crime. The announcement describes a man who is not him as police cars race passed his car. All he can do is smile, relieved that he was able to get away with something so heinous.

Review: Legends of Tomorrow “Pilot – Part Two”

Legends_of_Tomorrow_LogoTraveling back to the year 1975 (I was about 7 years old by the way) to either capture or kill Vandal Savage.  Part one of ‘Pilot” brought the team together and part two of this episode gave them a purpose.  In part two, we watched the team pick up the pieces and build a plan to take down Savage in Norway.  We learn that Vandal is a nuclear weapons dealer; a team composed of Martin Stein, Ray Palmer (The Atom), Sarah Lance (White Canary), Leonard Snart (Captain Cold), and Mick Rory (Heat Wave) infiltrates an auction.   It was cool to see Damien Darhk as one of the bidders. LGN102_20150917_0250b_FULL The mission goes wrong…as expected. Firestorm demonstrates his ability to absorb nuclear energy.  Ray loses some of his 21st century technology, which allows Savage to alter history in the year 2016.  The lost tech uses dwarf star particles; Stein must meet his younger-self to get a device that tracks dwarf star particles.  Carter and Chay-Ara learn about the ancient dagger Savage used to kill them over 4,000 years ago; they need this blade to kill Savage.

firestorm-legends-of-tomorrowOld Stein vs. Young Stein“Let’s go spark a doobie and rap about physics.”  Martin’s encounter with his younger-self causes him to believe he has not changed in the last forty years.  Ironically, Jackson is the voice of reason to Stein allowing his partner to see the value in his ways.


Opposing Lifestyles
“Raymond, you don’t break into a candy store and steal one gumball.”  Ray Palmer and Leonard Snart explore their opposing dualities; wealth obtained by reputable work vs. wealth obtained through a life of crime.  Ironically, both men share an affinity for engineering and use their skills in the most unconventional ways.

LoT-headerThe team faces Savage; Carter and Chay-Ara receive the ancient dagger and fight Savage while the rest of the team fights his small army.  Carter takes down Savage and stabs him in the heart with the dagger.  Savage does not die and turns the dagger toward Carter and pushes it into his heart.  Chay-Ara watches Carter die and then Savage stabs her.  Carter’s death unifies the team.  There is this quote, “Time heals all wounds,” I guess that’s true provided you don’t cause time to fold in on itself.

I thought this episode was okay overall.  I did enjoy Martin Stein’s story-arc and the other character pairings matched the applicable dichotomies. I believe Carter Hall’s death was a necessary action by the writers; hopefully, Chay-ara will transition into the lethal warrior that I expect from her character.

Every Moment is A Story

“Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.”
― Charles Bukowski (War All the Time)

These moments reek of untold stories.

Obscure trinkets in time both shiny and dull.

Lessons slipping beyond our reach.

Rare opportunities to reflect and remember.

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Review: Emeril’s New Orleans Fish House

enofh-exteriorLast Saturday night, I took my girls out for an evening of dining at Emeril’s New Orléans Fish House in the MGM Hotel. My experience has always been great and I could hardly wait to try some great food.

The “Alligator Meatballs” with the Collard Greens was a new appetizer for me.  I’ve eaten alligator before however, this was the best tasting alligator I’ve ever consumed.  That tender alligator meat with the “Sauce Piquant and Creole Mustard Emulsion” tasted like a spicy barbecue Salisbury steak. You have to try this, it was unbelievable.

My main course was the “Sweet Barbecued Organic Scottish Salmon” on top of an “Andouille Pork Sausage & Potato Hash”; covered with “Spicy Onion Crust”.  This salmon is best served medium rare (per the chef’s recommendation).  A fine delight with every bite.

For dessert, I had the “New Orléans Bread & Butter Bread Pudding”.  It was soft, sweet and buttery and it definitely hit the spot.

All of the employees were very courteous, friendly and never allowed us to wait for anything. This is one of my favorite dining spots in Las Vegas and I will be back again soon…very soon.

Grim Tales

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Written beneath the skin,
those endearing analogies;
somewhere we second guessed
our intentions. We watched
the sunrise and we felt
the rain.

Our debates were based on
the facts of how we felt;
we expected acceptance of
our identity, we demanded change
for our affection.

We closed the book
before the story has finished;
the ending alters our interpretation
because of our perception.

Love is a narcotic that we inhale; our
reality becomes this sweet acid trip.
Detox from the effects is a bugger
to deal with.

Review: Supernatural “Devil in the Details”

“Snapping necks and cashing checks, it’s what I do.” – Lucifer

tumblr_o1bn364t0D1u2nipgo1_400I watched the mid-season première of Supernatural.   It starts with Dean attempting to reach Sam by cell-phone while driving back to where Amara’s fight with the host of angels.  Dean gets sick and spews his breakfast.  Castiel finds Dean on the side of the road.  Telling Dean that he has “angel smite sickness”, he offers to check Dean’s temperature with his index finger.  Dean tells Castiel to check the “angel smite and if he encounters Amara then he needs to run.

Dean, after learning that Sam is in Hell, pays a visit to Billie, the Reaper.  He must recite the password, which is lyrics from the song, “Camptown Ladies” (The Camptown ladies sing this song Doo-da, doo-da The Camptown racetrack’s five miles long Oh, de doo-da day).  Billie helps Dean because she is working with Crowley however, she wants to make sure the Winchesters stay dead after they die…a subtle difference from wanting to kill them.

tumblr_o1b47wGXeg1r03i5ro10_250Castiel and another angel named Ambriel, investigate the “angel-smite” zone to see whether Amara lost the fight.  Ambriel, probably the only angel who likes Castiel, finds Amara’s body unconscious.  This is when you realize that Ambriel is going to die.  Amara regains consciousness and drains all of Ambriel’s angel sparkle from her body.  Castiel arrives and attempts to take down Amara; she beats him with very little effort.  She sends Castiel away with a message; this action appears to weaken Amara.

Crowley learns that Rowena was working for Lucifer all along.  Her spell that allowed Lucifer to trap Sam in the cage was part of the Lucifer’s plan.  Dean arrives with a box containing a witch-trap that Crowley uses on Rowena to control her.  We also learn about Rowena’s abusive treatment by Crowley’s father and that she deems “love” a weakness, which is why she hates her son.

tumblr_o1b47wGXeg1r03i5ro3_250Inside the cage, Lucifer works diligently at tempting Sam to say “yes” and become Lucifer’s vessel.   I loved when Sam asked Lucifer what he will do after beating The Darkness and he replied, “I don’t know, move to L.A. and solve crimes,” this is clearly a poke at Fox’s “Lucifer” series.  Sam is relentless and Lucifer ups his game.  Through their various exchanges, Sam admits to Lucifer that he is betting his rescue on Dean.  Here we have another heartfelt example of “bros before foes”.

tumblr_o1b47wGXeg1r03i5ro8_250Castiel arrives with a message etched in his flesh from Amara, “I am coming,” interpreted as either a warning or a promise.  Dean and Castiel hear Sam getting his ass kicked by Lucifer and attempt to rescue him.   Lucifer traps them in the cage.  The “mishamigos” take on the devil in a three-on-one handicap match…in Lucifers favor.  Rowena casts her spell to seal the cage just as Lucifer is about to finish Castiel.  Lucifer vanishes in a bright flash of light.  As the Winchesters leave, Castiel decides to stay behind.  We soon learn that Castiel is the new host for Lucifer (Castiel said “yes” to Lucifer because he believed that Lucifer could stop The Darkness).  Lucifer knocks Crowley unconscious and when he confirms that only Rowena can seal the cage, he snaps her neck.

 This episode seemed very familiar, especially from the perspective of Castiel.  How many times have we seen him make questionable choices for the greater good that has gone horribly wrong.  I think he is still atoning for his sins in Heaven.  He is broken and weak so, one must wonder how he will overcome this latest debacle.

Review: Secret Wars 2015 – Final Issue

It finally happened.

SECRET_WARS_009-600x910The final issue of Secret Wars 2015 is out and it was worth the wait.  The Black Panther (T’Challa) and Namor confront Doom with the Infinity Gauntlet.  Doom is not easily defeated and decides to battle T’Challa on an epic scale.  Remember, Doom killed The Phoenix Force (Scott Summers), Sheriff Strange, and Thanos with very little effort; it comes as no surprise that he can take on the Infinity Gems.  They fight as gods do, “on the Earth.  In the sky.  And the Heavens above.”

As T’Challa goes down in defeat, he smiles eluding that his fight with Doom is a distraction.  Reed Richards and The Maker arrive at the secret location of Owen Reece.  Sue and Valeria are there waiting for him.  Reed and Sue exchange dialogue and I love how Reed identifies himself as “the one who fixes things”.  Sue learns the truth about the death of Sheriff Strange and allows Reed to meet with Owen Reece.

amwagc80lpavodpah9qeOwen asks Reed, “Have you brought me something to eat?” Reed replies, “No.”  The Maker uses a device to put Reed in a temporal bubble, moving time backward and forward.  Owen slices The Maker into steak, referencing pizza and eats him.  Reed is released and Owen tells him to “buck up” because Doom is on his way.

Doom arrives and Sue confronts him.  He tells her about complexities and trust…she replies, “Like Stephen trusted you?”  Doom faces Reed, the meddler, and tells him how he and Owen saved millions when Reed could not even save his own family.  “I dare quite a bit.”  Owen decides to even the playing field and gives Reed the power of a Beyonder in order to fight Doom.  They fight with hands and with words.

Doom believes Reed thinks himself superior; Reed believes Doom has the potential to be better than him…in that moment.  They both believe that if Reed has the power then he will do much better as a god.  Owen decides to make that a reality.  Battleworld  explodes.  T’Challa uses the Time Gem to put him back to the moment where everything began, in Wakanda.  The Marvel Universe is restored and we now have a “Prime Earth”.

Owen Reece remains the source of power.  Reed Richards becomes the new god and conduit of this power.  Sue Richards is once again at Reed’s side.  Franklin Richards becomes the shaper of worlds. Valeria Richards and the Future Foundation become the explorers of these new worlds, cataloging their findings and assigning designations.Reed-Richards-Sue-Storm-Secret-Wars-9

I love this issue.

Reed Richards’ perspective of “fixing things” he was wrong about, learning the difference between living and dying is managing fear, and not being afraid of losing the things you love.  He learned to let go.

This is a great story with a great ending.  Well done Mr. Hickman.

Bittersweet

john-w-kelley-greek-mythology-now-narcissus-iThe sunrise is the moment for a man to ponder the effect of past events on the present moment.  Dressed in dark colors inconspicuous; the wardrobe mimics the morning sky.  He places a finger to his mind, directing his thoughts to the decision that fate happens for a reason. A reason requiring keen insight from the divine to decipher its riddle disguised as purpose.

He stares towards the perennial peak of a hill and recalls the feeling of disappointment at his failed ambitions dictated by the imposing expectations implanted within his childhood.  His perception is now a broken compass; misguiding his spirit through the fog of unsolicited opinions.  Those countless decisions are wavering within the gust of a thousand voices.   Today becomes the younger twin of Yesterday both determined to clone their DNA upon Tomorrow.  Alone with his thoughts as his misery is unable to find the company it seeks.

The endless pursuit towards a woman’s affection he has never known yet forever seen. He finds delight for this notion of interest with an acceptable persona that is his own; relieved because his physical appearance is unimportant compared to that which resides inside his blemished shell; to behold love within the unseen.

He shares his time revealing the secrets of his soul. Expressing emotional depth, no one else could comprehend. His heart bleeds poetic verses; transfusions along the emptiness of existence with companionship. The bittersweet taste of love confuses his senses getting his emotions twisted.  Souls entwined on the fragile plain of romance.

Time grants him an opportunity to propose commitment that he recognizes and she fails to understand. Her past she could not deny. He offered sacred vows upon a bed of enchantment. She could not accept. He offered his life in exchange for her honor.  She left with words unspoken.

Misty skies dim the sunlight and darken his eyes. His heart now absent from his body. His grief pours like torrential rain. He trails his fingers along the silhouette her absence provided.  The days become ordinary while containing a choice to reconsider.

This reconsideration led him to grieve the injustice shackled upon humanity. He grips war by the handle and strikes with irresistible force upon the once immovable object of hate. He finds himself guilty of hostilities for the sake of peace.  There is no trial for his crimes of war.

He seeks admonishment for his guilt; left with a confession upon his heart. His apologies fall silently into the void neither heard nor acknowledged. A single dove’s feather falls upon him carrying a single drop of spilled blood. He tattoos a mark of shame on his heart.

He watches the flames of those he loved extinguished and becoming vapors in the wind. The unexpected storm carries away the souls of so many he loved, knew and connected. Standing at the sites of engraved eulogies, he grieves; not just for the loss but also for the opportunities missed.  Loneliness conceived from the womb of absence.  The act of kindness is a dying breed.  He grieves until the end of the falling rain.

He stares into the abyss of abandoned memories; seeing her eyes staring back at him stirring the pain in his soul. Spirits of the past ascend from the void singing songs of antagonism; recalling the moments that provoke his anger and call his anguish.

classic-art-greek-mythology-painting-dh-wallpapers-widescreen-desktop-art-imagesHe decides to satisfy the spirits of torment with a sacrifice. Reaching within the thorns of his body, he removes his pride and lays it upon an altar of forgiveness; letting go of all that he was and silencing his demons.

He studies the recollections kept within his cerebral journal; appraising the significance. Always learning, continuously evaluating and never mastering.  He lies down upon his experiences, watching day fade slowly towards night. He receives a gentle kiss from the lips of Serenity as his soul nestles in the bosom of Peace.

Stumbling

Just a few weeks into the new year, the news around the world project similarities of events from years prior and yet there is the scent of something prophetic in the air. Wars, disasters, and financial declines garner the attention of global journalism and yet the subtle indicators that confound our intellect earns neither attention nor consideration of investigation.

Generations of “baby boomers” wait patiently for their opportunity to enjoy the sunsets, while generations of “millennials” push for a new genesis. We watch the rise of the “insignificant” and the decline of the “dominant”.

Where will this year take us? Will the journey reveal light at the end or find us stumbling over the edge into a void of darkness?

Interim

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He saw her face again, under a
different circumstance; memories
still lingering within the fragrance.

What they had was but a diversion;
the acquaintance of familiarity
at a fork in the road.

Their attraction was the means
for her mental distraction from
the cuts and abrasions inflicted
by so much broken glass.

The prick of affection; skin
bleeding from the vulnerability.
His heart believed what
her words conceived.

The autumn breeze became
a deep winter freeze; waiting
for the spring thaw, in silence.
Their connection severed by expectations
the distance to great to overcome.

She turned the other way,
someone new caught her eyes.
Love was the guarantee;
the promise of their demise.

Year of the Monkey

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2016 is the “year of the monkey” and it is proving that I must “re-invent” myself.  There are “bridges” no longer worth maintaining.  The words in my soul waiting to burn them down.  Professionalism and courtesy hinders my “peace of mind“.  People continue reaping the reward of “slave labor“; evidence of theft shining in the light.  Living within a culture of contradictions.  The stars predict a year of tranquility but I must “keep quiet“.  However, silence no longer provides comfort.

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“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.”
― William Faulkner

Endless Thoughts 

 

Midnight rain pounding against the window.  Dreams withering beneath the heft of nightmares.  Endless thoughts of despair feeding insomnia’s greed.  Tomorrow refuses to wait for the sun.  Wishing these tired eyes would close.

Live in the Present

“I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living now.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist