Angelic Sister Of The Garden

Candace Gayle Dodd

February 4th 1981 - May 13th 2010

I wrote this short writing in memory of Candace Dodd, Rachel’s sister and best friend. Not a lot of people can understand how quick of a bond that two individuals can have, Rachel and Candace is a prime example. They both longed for a father in their life, and when he perished, Rachel and Candace met for the first time since childhood. Their devastating loss brought them together. Most siblings are not as close as Rachel and Candace were. They understood each other on so many levels. She was so beautiful and full of life. No one will ever understand why Candace had to leave us that night. She fell asleep beside Rachel on May the 13th; she didn’t wake up four hours later. As reality slowly hit Rachel, she acknowledged that her life would never be quite the same. It never will be. Candace was her best friend that she confided everything to, everything that the rest of the world would not understand. Candace was the last person to read my novel. She told me that she liked my creative writings. Well, this one is all for you Candace. You meant so much to me and Rachel.

(Side note: This writing is a direct sequel to a writing called, “The Garden That Bloomed.”It was about their father. The “garden” represented in this writing is symbolic for a place of tranquility, such as heaven. The “three” flower blossoms represent Rachel’s, Candace’s, & their father’s spirits.)

Angelic Sister Of The Garden

(Serenity, Never Doubt My Love For You.)

Beyond the fence of this enchanted orchid, bluebirds are perched upon unreachable limbs. Above your head, there they sit, chirping to soothe mortal’s mournful hymns. They claim that an angel came and took her away with a distraught face that resembled her daddy’s. She was born with a throbbing heart of life, but even the purest of hearts are sacrificed. Her smile was a symbol of serenity, and her memories shall live on through eternity. Open your pretty, mortal eyes.

Watch her smiling, laughing, and guarding mortal ties. From a garden, she watches you struggle and strive in a broken world called the human life. She knows that you love her, she knows that you care, she just wishes that she could be with you there.

She was born into a world so damp and hollow, but she found her lost sister in a funeral home of sorrows. When their brown eyes met- could it finally be, that their lives were destined to be complete? They filled the voids in each others hearts, while a piece of their life was falling apart. They searched the world for one to understand- the emptiness because of this man. Undeniable, yet so beautiful. Two pure hearts that are so inseparable. Two twin statues rejoined through a loss. A tragedy for a miracle. An unfair cost.

So let’s sing something worth singing. Let’s show the world “her” meaning. Let’s just sing something worth singing, before “her” last suns a gleaming. The butterflies are fluttering and the treetop is teetering. Let’s just sing something worth singing before her final moons a beaming.

Pink flower buds bloom from the high arms of a tree- which hangs off of a ledge at a dangerous degree. The winds release three and set them free and they float into the currents of a slithering stream. And from that winding stream to the cerulean sea, they reconnect upon the shore of a peaceful beach. And together they shall form humanity’s seed. Together forever, entwined inside the bark of a tree, shut out from the world, sleeping for all eternity. Through the blazing light of the golden sun to the ghostly light of the silver moon. All plants have stories, all plants have places, all plants have lives in the garden that bloomed.

She says like a whisper to her little sister, “Embrace me until the end of time. I will forever be by your side. You haven’t lost. Some cannot be saved. Our love and understanding cannot be erased.”

The tranquil angel emerged up through the garden's flowers. Where fireflies attempted to light up this darkened world. You were all alone, but she was actually standing there for hours- just trying to save the little girl.

The Car (Dead Man's Cliff)

THE CAR (DEAD MAN'S CLIFF)

Burning off the obsessive smell of gasoline, I am the car that travels through life, and gets damaged by weather and oncoming traffic. I am the driver-operated machine that stops for turning cars, pulls over for emergency vehicles, and waits for the turning, arrow light. My body is made of bendable metal. It gets dinged by hailstorms and all of the damaging things that hit me. For some of you, I may have been driving too fast, and now you are the insects being smeared by my windshield wipers. I get abused by my drivers. They sometimes take their day’s anger out on me- which leads to burnt cigarette holes in my seats. Sometimes, I feel like a mistake- by the many times that you have spilt your drinks on me. Sir, these stains are still cloth-deep. There’s a bottle of fabric cleaner in the backseat. Why don’t you just clean me up, WHY?

Isn’t my transportation services worth the satisfying sprinkles of a good carwash? Don’t I sometimes deserve to be sparkly clean for the sporty cars cruising down West Boulevard?

My steel, heart chamber wants to explode- because you’re neglecting on changing my monthly oil. Sometimes, I want to strangle you and your screaming children with my nylon seat belts. I’m just getting tired of the same travel, the same grade of gasoline, and the same abuse. Now, I’m straining up this hill. I’m contemplating on taking control of the wheel. I want to be released. I want our roles to shift. I want to drive off of Dead Man’s cliff. And after that catastrophe, I just want to see- what cheap, mechanical parts are left moving of me.

The unforgiving weather leaves me chipping and rusting. My owner says my milage makes me that less trusting. My trunk is filled with dark secrets (layered with dead bodies.) God man, your just a fraud man that likes to fool EVERYBODY! You’ve hidden the evidence of your adultery in my backseat. A lesser iteration of a weakling. A viper pumped with deceit. My wipers are spraying the windshield, representing me crying. You have so many faces, why don’t you just stop trying? Pity is such a precious price to pay for his petty life. Pity is such a precious price to pay for his petty life. He is losing while we’re cruising in the heart of the decay of night. I’m revving up my engine, anticipating the change of the green light.

I want you to know that I am...The Soul In Control. I have a hold of the pedal, and I’m ready to go. This ghost breathing inside the steel ribs of your car. You hold the keys to this curse, no matter where you are. I pressed the pedal to the floor. I heard my demon engine roar. I felt the momentum in'store...and as I made a quick, reckless shift, we sped off the tip of Dead Man’s Cliff! DEAD MAN’S CLIFF! DEAD MAN’S CLIFF! We’re soaring through these polluted skies like a derailed train, about to die. And when we crash, I hope that nothing remains, but a shattered windshield and a red bloodstain.

Now were swerving like a drunk driver speeding down life’s congested interstate. A colossal, semi truck speeds up and sideswipes us, over in my lane. The juggernaut truck crashes and smashes into my driver-side door. I ejected the air bags to barricade a cage around my owner.

As traffic hit me, my body began burning. It was the cage to keep him alive. Into the foggy distance, my headlights glared into a behemoth creature’s eyes. It had eighteen horns that pointed up like spears into the dead of night. My speedometer reached its limit, and at this point, I didn’t care. That deer slammed into my windshield, and stabbed its antlers into my master. We rolled over the guardrails and sank into the ripples of the midnight sea. Underwater, my owner gave me a confession, that even you would not believe.

Random Update 03/18/10 (Alice In Wonderland Review, Sonic The Hedgehog 4, American Idol, & Restaurant City)

The past few days, I’ve been stressing out over finding a job. I search for “IT Technician” jobs in the search bar on monster.com, but it always gives me unsatisfying results. Either, the jobs have nothing to do with a computer technician, or it’s located in Nashville. I’ve been out of school for about 3 months, now; I’ve only applied for one job. I thought I had a good chance of getting the job, but I guess- I was wrong.

I recently finished reading Marilyn Manson’s autobiography, The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell. If anyone wants to know how the most controversial, mainstream artist became who he is, read this book. It’s packaged with a lot of eye-raising surprises. Last week, I sent off the Cinder Fingers book idea to an agent in New York. I probably won’t hear a response back, until two months. Until then, I’m writing on my new novel, & poetic brainstorms- like the one that I posted recently, > http://therevelationofarevolution.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-lifes-torturing-punishment.html#comments

For months, I’ve been playing an app on facebook called, Restaurant City. It lets you manage your own, virtual Restaurant: you get to choose what dishes you serve to your customers, decorate your Restaurant’s exterior and interior, hire avatars representing any of your friends, earn ingredients to unlock new dishes, trade ingredients with friends, level up to get a bigger restaurant, prevent disasters from happening to your friend’s restaurants, bury seeds in your garden to grow into plant ingredients, and earn coins to purchase from their catalogue of items. Each week, they introduce new items from a variety of different themes. For example, my restaurant is called, King Tut’s Pool; it’s a restaurant based in Egypt. Restaurant City came out before Café World. Café World’s fast popularity came from its paid advertisements. It’s made by the same company as Farmville; so, many of the Farm addicts probably raced over to Café World, thinking it was totally original.

I’ve been a BIG fan of American Idol, this year. I’ve been voting for my favorite contestants- like a drug addict needing a hook up. I’ve NEVER been a fan of American Idol, until last year, when I heard Adam Lambert’s sick, high-pitched vocals. There is just so many talented people on that show. It makes the audience feel like they are a part of it, since they get to participate- by calling in and voting. Simon Cowell is one of my favorite judges, because he reminds me of myself a lot. He states his unfavorable opinions, whether the world is ready to hear them, or not. Simon is leaving after this year, because he’s bringing his show, X factor, to the states. Paula Abdul got replaced by Ellen Degeneres. For Season 9, Ellen brings her quirky humor to the show, which the judge panel desperately needed. Recently, I’ve instantly became connected with contestant, Crystal Bowersox. It’s like our souls are running on the same frequency level. I believe that her raw, natural talent will take her far in life. I love success stories, that’s why I like American Idol. There are just so many great contestants performing on stage, each week. Here is a good example of Siobhan amazingly performing, Rolling Stone’s “Paint it Black”

If the video up ^above^ doesn't start loading, click here.> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9OPQdoXP3k

Last week, I went to see Alice In Wonderland 3D. It’s not an exact remake of the Walt Disney classic that you love. It’s more of a sequel. Alice has grown up, since her first adventure in Wonderland. (This entry is based off of Lewis Carroll’s books, Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland & its sequel, Alice Through The Looking Glass.) It DOES have some sleepy parts; that being said, Rachel fell asleep through some of it. For me, it filled in many of the lost details missing from the first, Alice In Wonderland. In story, it makes the original look half-baked. I, personally don’t think it’s going to be remembered as an epic story like, The Labyrinth, with David Bowie. Tim Burton could of used some of the uplifting music from the original, to make it seem less lifeless, at times. He could quit putting the pale makeup on his actors; it didn’t look right on Alice. Though, I like how his iteration of Alice In Wonderland was more honest with Lewis Carroll’s original vision. I like how he doesn’t take out the sadistic, brutal parts- like Alice chopping off the dragon’s head. The story is told in an inspirational atmosphere that looks believable in 3D. If it just acted more like a remake- with the original music, this would have been purely epic. I give it a *** out of **** stars.

By the way, for all of you hardcore, Sega Genesis fans out there. Sonic The Hedgehog 4 is coming out exclusively to download on X-box Live, The Playstation Network, & Wiiware. That’s right, it’s the official, 4th entry of the ‘original’ Sonic The Hedgehog series. Don’t believe me? Look at the screen shot up above. Now, this is gonna be an epic return for the blue hedgehog.

My Life's Torturing Punishment (Tragic Magic)

My whole life, I stood in the corners and watched you, watched you. You, living your accurate lives with perfect accordance, without my participation. The looks were fine and the names were kind; I don’t know who I would be, if I didn't have ‘you...’ Student body of hypocrisy, become the bullies on your television screens. I’m that sheltered loner- that you seen on that show. So, ridicule me and push me to the grounds below. Oh, no. Oh no. Because I’m no one that you’ll EVER know! Because I’m no one that you’ll ever know...

So, call me a maggot, call me a faggot. Call me whatever, makes ‘you’ feel better. Call me a maggot, call me a faggot, and bare witness to this tragic magic. It was only a world composed of your pain. Sprinkled desires and a boy full of shame. I was only a maggot trying to push through. I wanted my wings, so I took them from YOU! I was only a maggot burrowed in this hive. I wanted to be accepted. I wanted to survive...I wanted to become someone. I wanted to succeed. I wanted you to care, when I started to bleed.

TRAGIC...MAGIC!!! The hole in your heart will SET YOU APART! TRAGIC...MAGIC!!! In the deep dark, a blindfold restricts what I see, but perched on ‘their’ shoulders is a static, tv screen. Tragic Magic! Tragic Magic! Oh baby, just one more slit, let’s see how close to death I’ll get. It’s not the end, it’s just a mended seam- that started the stitch of everything. So, one way, one day, you will find- that you’re hostage to these feelings inside your mind...and one way, one day, you will see- that you’ve unknowingly became a misanthrope.

I’m gagged by life’s hopeless perception and the clock pendulum keeps ticking. The earth is creaking while the children are sleeping. The pastors are weeping while he’s not returning. I’m just reflecting on anything- that makes me want to survive, after tonight. I’m looking inside the fuzzy picture, and your, just looking out of the television frame...Perfect people, cloned by evil, you can go ahead and claim that I’m insane. Perfect steeples, claimed by people, you can go ahead and fall into the pouring rain. I’m just waiting for the correct answer- that will help me break away from my own hell. These past people and these hurtful statements, they climb into the cortex of my mind. I’m just sitting, and waiting to endure my life’s torturing punishment. My hands are bound and my feet are tied- by the ropes responsible for many past suicides. I can’t let it take me in, into the mouth, where they have been. I can’t let it take me in, into the loop, where their necks have went. I can’t let it take me in, into the embrace of their CORRUPTIVE TORMENT!!!

Planet Perfect

( Planet Perfect )

In the past four years of my life, I have seen betrayal amongst a group of people. I have seen people use their authority to abuse the ones under them- to feel better about themselves. I have seen people change from good people into hairy demons. I have fell into the trap of a deceiver; I put my foot into a truce that was only a "Religious" attack. I once led a life hating the majority of Religious people based on that of the sinner’s actions within. I was wrong, but the accusation was half-way correct; most of the world has bad intentions and most of the world fall into a Religion.

I have fed people secrets that I would rather them vomit back up. I reached out for some kind of guidance amongst the people around me. I failed, these genes are still swimming inside of me; this mind still impulses on the same unstable level. I have befriended people that have only wasted my time. I have been used. I have lost, many times in my mind. I battle a demon within my heart, he will not let me live today. I wish I was young again; my mind has not been developed enough to take on the world. I wish there was no orientation. I wish everyone could live on the same planet.

I have put more than enough time into a relationship that is failing; I have put more than enough progress on a planet with no progression. I have seen people for whom they really are. I have seen that beings only have hidden intentions. I have aged into a body that I wish would rejuvenate back into the unaware form of a little boy; I wish I could be as blind as they are. I wish I could pretend and believe that everything is okay. I wish I couldn’t see your flaws anymore. I wish I could stop trying to be so damn perfect. I wish I could take narcotics to nullify the mentality of reality.

I wish I could be just like you. I envy people that are normal enough to have friends. I wish I wasn’t so damn distant. I wish I could smile with a frown. I wish I didn’t look like me. I wish I could bleed out my insecurities. I wish I was born in your family. I wish I could look like you and do all the things that you do. I wish I could live in your world. I normally like me, but today I hate me. I wish success was given to me. I wish my efforts weren’t so meaningless. I wish I lived in a bigger city. I just wish I had more possibilities of being the person that I want to be.

Random Update 11/24/09 (Gatlinburg Trip & New Super Mario Bros. Endnote)

Well, I am sitting here in class without a teacher again. She has a cold and probably won't be here for the next two days; which means, our Thanksgiving vacation starts this minute without her presence. Mwahaha! lol

Endnote:
I will start off by talking about NEW Super Mario Bros. Wii. I picked up my copy the second that it was being put out on store shelves. Finally, I had my hands around the game that I have dreamt about for the past eighteen years of my life. When I rushed home to play it, it almost felt like Christmas had come too soon. Even though I had beat the game within a 24 hour period, I was not at all disappointed with it. It is a very difficult game- especially for newcomers of the series. It was a very satisfying challenge for me. I have been playing Mario games over and over for years. I have the skill and dedication to jump under King Koopa’s reptilian @$$, at any cost, to save back Princess Toadstool. :C)

It gives long running fans the memorabilia that they have been longing for since the dawn of the 16 bit Super Nintendo Entertainment System. Many of the reviewers are giving it a mediocre score due to the lack of unnecessary features that Nintendo decided not to implement; such as not allowing you to play with the classic controller (sold separately for 19.99) and the absence of online multiplayer play. Many reviewers are not being fair to the game itself and are looking for reasons to cut down it’s expected high score. This game has crammed most of your favorite characters, good and evil, into some of the most original, inspirational, and graphically-updated levels ever seen before in a Mario game. For newcomers of the Mario Bros. Series, this game deserves a 10 out of 10, but for returning, hardcore fans like myself, a 9.5 out of 10. It gives ALOT of references back to the retro Mario Bros. games, but it doesn’t take too many risks by stepping it’s plumber shoes into uncharted territory. Like Super Mario World (SNES), it could have let you take Yoshi into other levels instead of just letting you ride him into levels he was made exclusively for. It could have let you unlock more playable characters other than Mario, Luigi, & the two toad children. It could have made better use of the colored power switches. They could have made Bowser’s castle seem more threatening than his koopaling’s castles. These levels are so fun, they could have made about 300 more to add to the diverse 77.lol There is nothing really bad to say about this title like some of the stale reviewers are saying; they are just mad that this title didn’t make it’s way to the PS3 and X-Box 360. If you own a Nintendo Wii or are planning to buy one for the Christmas season, don’t forget to pick up this gem for you and your whole family to play around the holidays.

The Gatlinburg Trip!

Now, about my Gatlinburg trip. It was fun for the most part. Me and Rachel got up there later than expected due to Sleeping Beauty (a.k.a. - Rachel.) If I didn’t knock on her window to wake her up, we would have been later than we were. We just had to check into our hotel by two, and you know that there is a one hour difference between our time and Gatlinburgs. We stayed at Best Western’s Crossroads. It was a pretty empty hotel which only had 4 floors. It was peaceful, nobody was ever going up or down the elevator- so it seemed that we had our own private elevator at times. As soon as we unpacked our luggage, we wanted to hit up the streets. So we walked down into the crowded streets looking for interesting things to buy and to take pictures of. We walked to our favorite shop in town called, “Earthbound.” It is a big shop that sells jewelry and decorations from different cultures spanning from Egyptian, Chinese, Japanese, to African. Me and Rachel wanted many things, but everything I really wanted cost a couple of hundred dollars. We ended up buying nothing, but I regretted it, I could have bought the whole store if I had the money. Instead, me and Rachel tried on many masquerade masks and took pics; I uploaded many of the images on my myspace account.> www.myspace.com/sirbanedefiance

We walked out of the store and looked up at the sun. We acknowledged that the sun was going to go down in a few hours so we continued wandering in town, instead of going to the Smoky Mountain National Park like we had planned. We went to our favorite restaurant based on our last visit to Gatlinburg, “Blaine’s Bar & Grill.” We sat outside on the balcony of the second floor looking down at all of the passing motorist and crazy people yelling at one another from the sidewalks. Me and Rachel ordered something different from the menu this time, and the cook burnt it. The waitress asked us was it cooked right. Me trying to be a nice person and trying to avoid from hurting anyone’s feelings, said to her, “Yes. Everything is fine.” Everything wasn’t fine though, my chopsteak tasted like charcoal. It was the second worst steak I have ever consumed in my life. So that ruined all of the future hopes that we had for Blaine’s Bar & Grill.

We shopped until the sun went down and the streaming Christmas lights helped light up the streets. Neon Christmas lights draped past electrical lines; some lights were making the shape of gigantic snowflakes in the sky. Dinner sucked so we went to Fanny Farkles and got a foot-long corndog. Me and Rachel went into a Christmas village that consisted of many Christmas-based stores, but we didn’t enter. We just wanted to take pictures in front of all the decorations. Hoping that I wouldn’t get caught, I straddled a stone pony in the middle of this square.lol We went back to our hotel and made Pina Coladas. We attempted to make appletinis, but the vodka I brought was cheap, watermelon flavored. Yuck!

We got up the next morning and went to Flapjacks Pancake Cabin. It was a lot better than The Log Cabin that we ate at last time we were here. For $7 you could get 2 sausage/bacon & biscuits, eggs, 2 pancakes, & hash browns. This is one of the first restaurants that I got full at.lol We finally let our TOMTOM navigate us to the Smoky Mountain National Park. (Side Note: Our TOMTOM lost signal and told us to turn off into many rivers and mountains during our entire trip.) Based on their website, I was pretty sure I was gonna get eaten by a bear. We walked to Laurel Falls, a 3 mile around hike. Traveling up the strenuous mountain trails, Rachel & I ran out of breath many times, but it was well worth it when we reached the towering waterfall. I wanted to go back to Dollywood because we had seasonal passes for this year, but we didn’t have enough time to go. After we walked the 1.5 miles back, we got in the car and drove to Cades Cove. We thought it was another hike, but we were really wrong. After driving 27 miles down curvy roads beside rushing river rapids, we were finally there at Cades Cove. A 11 mile long site-see going 25 mph behind people from the city. We seen more deer and turkeys than we have ever seen in a one days time, but atleast I got some good shots of the mountains. Overall, it was a big waste of gas. Our original plan was to ride in carriages around some of the parks sites, but we had already had enough of the park for one day. It’s good we bought plenty of snacks with us, or we would have died from starvation. Do you know how long 11 miles is going 15-25 mph? We kinda went home after that. Click on the player below to watch a brief snippet of the waterfall.

And....If you haven't seen the New Lady Gaga music video, "Bad Romance," you need to see it! It's freakin' awesome. Lady Gaga has re-released her album, "The Fame." She added another disk which contains 8 darker additional tracks that deals with her life on the road from 2008-2009. The new 2 disk compilation is called, "The Fame Monster."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsthwTUTylQ
^^^^Click on this link to watch the music video if it doesn't pop up down below. v

The Deep, Dark Ocean Within

Under the full moon, on a dead planet, and in the lonely mind, a boy sits upon the weak ledge on the edge of the brink of time. He reaches for shooting stars that shine within his darkened eyes, but he wasn’t meant to catch one; not in his lifetime. His shivering legs wade under the cold waves of forgotten shores. The sea shall hold deep secrets, the sea shall hold the lives of shipwrecked sailor’s souls in which the ocean keeps alive. The moon has a reflection, the moon has a twin that lies underneath the ripples of the deep, dark ocean within. A maiden knows him by his shame somewhere from this life of pain. A faraway dame calls him by his name, but he is enchained by life’s secrets and sins.

Just so many maps were graphed by man, so many maps that you won’t understand. An "x" marks the spot, but the treasure was marked by a hand, an unfaithful, mortal hand. In this broken humanity, be quick to draw your blade. Pirates will parade around you on their island escapades. They’ll poke you with steel tips to make you walk their splintered planks, but will you sink down below into the abyss of the skeletal necropolis? Mermaids will swim to save you as you fall into the deep depressions of your life, but your soul knows that you are not weak enough to say goodbye. Because I am this boy, and I have this knife; vengeance is ready to help me slash out the eyes of all of the betrayers that hide behind a disguise. I shall eventually put a face on all the things that I hate. I will find a masked culprit within this underwater masquerade.

Angels turn heads to watch a mortal falter into a reflected galaxy made of water. My darkened eyes drown into an abyss where the creatures from my dreams coexist. I have explored these upset waters once before. On the surface above me, the storms of calvary thunderously roar, and send a warning upon the forgotten shores. The spirits of the dead sailors assemble their skeletons from the sands of the sea. They chatter their teeth back together, they cackle, and stare at me, the trespasser. Hidden in the dunes of this marine desert is the treasure chest that will forever make your life complete, but "greed" is the power-hungry breed of foolish humans that feed off of the fear of the weak. They will abuse their authority on the peon-minority until they are strangled by the eight tentacles of deceit.

I hear thee calling, maiden from the caverns of the deep. I am aware that you have awoken from your enchanted sleep. I am sorry, but I am something that these mortals will not accept. I want my useless body to be raked into your depressing, watery depths. To these humans, my voice is an unheard whisper; it shall be just as easily forgotten in the pass of time...just as I. She said in a echoing breath, "You were born with imperfections and humanity claimed sins, but the only scars that I see are those etched into your skin. You are wise enough to not need a disguise, to lie, to get what you want out of life. If you hold the hurricane inside your heart, eventually, your entire world shall whirl apart. I am the majesty of the deep dark ocean within, my kingdom is a mirror-copy of a galaxy swam by fins. The past has been penned in blood and cannot be undone. Redeem yourself from the wicked and be lifted by the embracing rays of the sun."

The fiery star emerged out from it’s own reflection from the ripples of the nocturnal sea. It lit up the sky to awaken the world; of a world that is in spiritual need. Clams raised their shells to expose their sparkling pearls- to all of the dreamers that are sailing across the world. With bubbles swirling through my levitating hair, I emerged back up through sun-beaming waters in hopes to reach a breath of fresh air.