Chances - A Poetry Excerpt from Neglected But Undefeated...by Jonathan Anthony Burkett...

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Chances

Chances, are they really worth taking

Like the chance of a broken heart

Is it really worth it?

When only in the end

You feel only as if

You've been hit with a hot iron

That is now just lying down on your chest

While you feel the pain from the hit

Like the chance of an unsuccessful dream

Is it really worth it?

To feel that pain in the end

'Cause of the wasted years of your life

Trying to succeed in that one thing

That so many others have also tried and failed, as well

The question though is

The pain that we feel from

All these struggles in life

Is it really worth it?

I understand we only live once

But is it all really worth it?

~~~

I've been reading this book, 

lost in the life of this author...

I had to share some part of it...

so you can begin to know him...

Didn't even ask his permission

Must begin to share his story...

Please watch for more soon...

gb

Tedious, Tacky, Too Much....Just My Personal Opinion, Of Course...

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Red Moon

By Benjamin Percy


This review is Just My Personal Opinion, Of course...so it comes to you in a different wrapper...

I know, I know, werewolves are popular now after the whole Twilight thing...I had so far avoided any of these books but slipped when I chose to read Red Moon. Sure I enjoyed the horror of werewolves when I was young...scary good, right? But I draw the line in getting romantically involved with them...or any other horror monster for that matter... I read about just under 100 pages, including the Epilogue and that was done over a series of days. One reviewer claimed this was literary horror...OMG...

At 530 pages, writing a literary novel of horror makes this, to me, just tedious...It was hard to get into the story, given the planned length and scope... However, that was not the point that broke it for me...

The novel places werewolves, excuse me, lycans, as part of the general population... The blurb says it:
They live among us. They are our neighbors, our mothers, our lovers...They Change... Now, can we substitute something else in place of lycans? Can we just assume, like the lycans, that terrorists or rapists, or all other criminals live among us and we should accept them, even when "they change..."? Am I being too harsh? Oh well...

Or, on the other hand, should we assume that all those who look different or believe differently from us, should be kept separate from the "rest" of us, even if they never "act out" like we assume they will?

The immediate opening event was a human on a plane, turning into his wolf persona, and killing everybody, except one boy who played dead under a dead woman who fell on him...

Then, those who are known as lycans are murdered by the government, even though they had never "changed... (acted out) and one young girl escapes as her parents and her best friend's family are all killed.

I'm sorry...given the fact that the U.S. has been terrorized by using a plane, immediately brought an analogy to mind that I was not prepared for... Hey, horror is one thing, but placing monsters in the middle of our country, as our neighbors, friends and lovers, is just too much of a parody! It was and is tacky to turn a real situation that was experienced by many into a side show horror. It also could lead to an assumption that everybody doing everything is perfectly alright, if you just are attracted to them...Duh...

Without reading the rest of the book, I'll wager that the human boy who escapes the murders on the planes will sooner or later meet up with the lycan girl who escaped the murders of the parents by the government...and they'll fall for each other... Again, duh...same old plot?

There is also something that is quite offensive to me when "monsters" (say for instance, those who go under the name of Al Quaeda) are able to live, love and be happy. We need to stop being so accepting. There is wrong and there is right...killing by plane, by gun, by biting your neck, or tearing out your throat, is not sexy or fun...it's murder. Please do not tell me that this is an epic literary novel!

Fantasy is fine; this is not, in my opinion...

So you can be sure that, if this goes to movies, there will be some young hunk chosen to play the parts so our teens will swoon over...yikes, werewolves who cut out your throats...

As I opened the book and noticed that there are reviews from an entire book sales group, I immediately was put on alert...never seen that before! My guess, this will sell, obviously it's been fine-tuned into an acceptable novel that will be praised by many...


I'm not willing to routinely agree on this one even if well written, a great thriller, et. al., When are we going to stop playing with the difference between right and wrong...criminal acts by evil people are not acceptable. Individual races or people should not be punished if they've done nothing wrong...

GABixlerReview

Come...

Come, My Love...

The radio plays Rachmaninoff; the music pulls me...where are you? Where are your words?

Ah...there you are...you were gone and I grew cold. I fell asleep? Hmmm, that is understandable. You are at fault, you alone controlled what happened! Now, it is for me to decide!

Come... The sun shines on the lake...we can feel the warmth of the sun through the window...

Lie here beside me, the burgundy silk spread welcomes us once again. No, do not add anything to cover your body; it would interfere Yes, I still will wear the silk, if that is what you want. I knew you would like to feel it as I slide from place to place...

Soon, soon. rest now.

I move to touch you, to kiss your chest, your nipples! No, No, you must not move, it is my time.

A taste of wine, my lips travel next to yours, still wet from the wine. You are permitted to respond, but not to move, dear one. Rolling, the silk moving over your skin, I enclose your body between my legs, sitting lightly, slowly leaning forward; my breasts mistletoe above you. Yes, you may kiss, but only with your mouth, no hands can explore me, your mouth pleased me and I want my nipples held erect for you--you may make it happen...

Lips stroll over your face, neck, the tongue finds an opening--your ears are warm, now wet, from my mouth. Ahhh, you liked that? Well, I may come back, but your nipples, your chest calls. I kiss your breast just as you touched mine, teasing, pulling, your response is small at first, you are not used to having the same actions you've taken, returned to you, are you? Yet, it is exciting, it is something you want.

No, you may not raise your arms, your hands. I need to explore them. My tongue tastes warm places at the fold of your arms, moving to your waist, back up to your mouth, your ears, then down, down. No, you may not guide me where you want me to go; I am in control; you are mine as I want to touch you; I will decide every move.

The music is one tempo...minutes go by as the silk moves over your body. Once in a while, a breast comes to your waiting mouth and you pull and suck only as it is pulled away from you, the wet of your mouth is felt as my breasts are moved across your chest, moving, moving, downward... Your frustration, your desire increases at each touch!

Quickly now, I seek your tongue, french kissing, and you try to capture my tongue, but it is yours that I have captured instead. Remember, I am in control, your tongue is mine, my mouth holds, pulls, mimics of a movement at a different spot...

Slowly, slowly...ah, yes, I see your movements below, you lift yourself toward my body and I leave your mouth to start downward once again, here a nipple needs my attention, no, no, you may not move!

Yes, I know some movement is instinctual, cannot be stopped, that is permitted, for I will guide my movements, following the signs, following what your body tells me it wants, it needs, yet, yet...

You must wait, for I am in control!

My mouth moves and captures you! Ah...you have been waiting, now all attention will center here, my lover, until you beg me to stop...