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Love Song

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:53:00 GMT

I heard a sappy love song
On the radio today
It reminded me of you
In many a different way

It reminded me I miss you
And with a heavy heart
Reminded me how long it’s been
That we’ve been apart.

I remembered then the feeling
Of a deep and satisfying love
That only you can bring me
Like an angel from above.

The song then changed its pitch and tune
And I remembered being mad
Some stupid thing you said to me
That made my heart feel bad.

The song was deep and moving
And then upbeat and light
And it taught me then no matter what
There’s resolution to every fight.

Love is more important
That the fighting or the pain
Its pure as it is simple
And it shall never die in vain

When the song concluded
My mood had been restored
It reminded me to love you more
Through its flowing chord.

~Stephanie Hancock~

I Don't Know You

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:52:00 GMT

The thought frightens me...
Entices me...
Mesmerizes me...
The dark pools of your eyes,
Endless depth,
Shallow chill,
Entrances me...

Who are you?
Why did you come?

Your eyes plead sincerity...
Beg for mercy...
Shine with wonder...
Under the sheen of contempt.

~Stephanie Hanocck~

I

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:46:00 GMT

I’m torn!!
I don’t understand
Why you did what you chose.
You knew how I would feel
But you called...
To tell me?
To tempt me?
To anger me?
To hurt me?

In all of this,
I do understand the reasons.
Too much...
Too many...
Too soon...

But why?
You knew!

In all of your reasons,
You still knew...
You had to.
I would help,
I wanted to!
You knew that.
You torment me with the thoughts...
The dream...
The pain...

You don’t need more.
You don’t deserve more!!
But you could share...
Crude as it sounds...
You have a gift.
An ability...
One I no longer have.
It was taken,
Nearly stolen
And you abuse yours.
It infuriates me...
Hurts me...
Saddens me...
You admitted you knew
Without admittance
But a cheap excuse
That 9 months is too long.

I’ll digest it...
Then spit it out.
All in good time.
Am I your best friend?
Yes, I suppose I am...
I understand...
(15 years)
I’ll keep on listening...
(15 years)
And being here...
(15 years)
As you abort your gift
And finally you will...

You will give your abused ability back to God.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

Untitled poem

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:43:00 GMT

The room clouds over as mists of rain fall from my eyes,
Onto your hand,
Held outwards towards my heart,
Reaching into the depths of my soul...
Grasping the seedling of my being.
Holding the wisp of feather light leaves
Of my being in your hands,
I am at your mercy...
Your gentle hands caress my heart,
And soothe my aching soul.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

An Ache

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:41:00 GMT

There is an ache in my heart...
When you leave me to the dogs,
My soul remains with you...

Your thoughts fill my head,
Dripping woefully into the abyss of love and hurt and loneliness...

To be alone and not lonely
With you...
Loneliness is welcomed.

The loneliness shared with kindred spirit,
Of those likely lonely,
Is not loneliness but company...
of the best kind.

Friends to be left alone
In their abysmal rooms of woe...
Together;
Bonded by emptiness somehow fulfilling.

Alone...
A room with no windows or walls,
Transformed into a world
Where no one and nothing exists or matters...
The loneliness becomes company.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

Symphony of My Heart

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:38:00 GMT

Tears,
like rain,
Fall with a crash onto my pillow.

The thunderous silence in my room
rings in my ears and haunts my soul.
My mind travels to another world,
where nothing matters,
no one is sick,
everyone cares...
and no one gets hurt.

This world;
existing only in the symphony that is my heart,
longs for its music to be heard.

A masterpiece of caring words,
loving hands,
where everyone is beautiful,
and everyone is equal.

No boundaries on friendship,
Limitless love,
A world built with care.
A world that cannot exist,
other than in the symphony of my heart...

~Stephanie Hancock~

Chicken Scratch

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:37:00 GMT

Terrible poetry!
Words scrawled on paper...
Rhyming, not organized.
Blank thoughts, empty words…
Meaningful to only one.

Can you see the beauty?
In the words?
In the misshapen verse?
In the lines and scrawls?
There is deep emotion there,
Written between the lines,
Satirical and cold,
Yet, hot with life!

Reeking with longing
And the bitter sweet taste of romance.
Seek it to truly find it...
If you dare...
Be wary of the truth!!
The lies just seem more real...

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

Artistry

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:36:00 GMT

I wish that I could draw,
Lines turned into art.
A captivating picture,
That leaps into your heart.

I wish that I could paint,
Strokes turned into love.
A hopeful dreamy picture,
That is beautiful above.

I wish that I could sculpt,
A mound made to portray.
A likeness of something loved,
That lasts beyond my day.

Some say I am an artist,
My words formed into prose.
A melody of sight and sound,
That’s difficult to enclose.

My written lines turned into art,
My stokes turned into love.
A mound of words made to portray,
Anything and everything as above.

~Stephanie Hancock~

Americanadian

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:35:00 GMT

American friend...
Canadian ally...
Fated neighbors in combat...
Let us fly our flags hand in hand....
Let us dip them in sorrow together....
Let us raise them in triumph together....
Let us be proud to call each other friend...
Let us respect our neighbors and unite...

A Simple Thing

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:33:00 GMT

It's a simple thing
When life goes awry.
It seems easier to hide away
Than to carry on.

Carrying on with life,
Not always the easy road...
But it's the path less taken
That is sometimes the truest journey.

Learn to live for you,
Not the world
And all its burdens and worries
It is expected you have your own.

The world won’t end
With one day gone by
With nothing done or accomplished
And everything gained.

~~Stephanie Hancock~~

A Scorpion and a Rose

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:31:00 GMT

A scorpion and a rose,
My symbol and my sign.

A scorpion so fierce in pose
A rose that’s so benign.

The scorpion dark and deadly,
The rose bright and alive.

As music is to medley,
The scorpion needs to thrive.

The rose deep red and bright,
The Scorpion black and dark.

As darkness is to light,
The rose needs to embark.

~Stephanie Hancock~

East Ocean Beaches Dream

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 03:26:00 GMT

Walking along a white sand beach...
Our arms and hands,
Intertwined in each.
Our thoughts far away in each other’s lands.

The waves lapping onto the shore.
The beach busy, but still serene.
I’m sure I’ve seen this place before,
Some time and place in another dream.

Our fingers crossed and interlaced,
A gentle stroke through my locks of hair.
I feel suddenly and instantly displaced,
As I realize you’re not standing there.

A single set of prints I lay,
As alone on this beach I walk.
I notice then the sky is grey,
And there’s no one there to talk.
With a heavy heart a sigh escapes,
The wind carries it out to sea.
My dream within the ocean is raped
And pillaged so it can not be.

Lone prints being swept away
By the churning ocean’s grace.
What is it then that I can say,
For me to glance and see your face?
With the pleasant dream gone,
And the reality this harsh and cold,
The bitterness, jealousy and envy full on,
I have never felt this drained and old.

I need your love to pull me through,
And make me feel young again, dear.
Because without you my sky’s not blue,
And will never be unless you are near.
~Stephanie Hancock~

"As Ink Flows..."

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 02:39:00 GMT

As ink flows onto paper
From a subservient Bic,
A word scratches itself onto paper.
Carved by memories...
Spilled from blood...
Etched in soul...

The words;
Often a double-edged sword -
Cunning and cutting to the reader.
As I bleed the poetic concoction forth,
Spattering the page with crimson honesty,
Spitting the black teeth of cruel truth,
Spewing the bile laden guilt.

It is I
Who write these words,
Pontificating on life and love.
Guilt. Pride. Honor. Trust.
Words, rather feelings...reflections and descriptions of myself.

Take hold the reins!
Gallop into your own romantic sunset!
It is a dream,
One to which I do not subscribe.
Brutality is the honest truth
And in my dream
The sunset is stained crimson with death,
Congealing blood is unromantic.

My own demise
Rests on the sword with which I write.

by Stephanie Hancock

Vulcan - The Place I Call Home

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 02:34:00 GMT

Vulcan, Alberta is the place I call home.

Vulcan was named in 1915 for the Roman god of fire and black smithing...and at the time, Star Trek wasn't even a thought or a twinkle for Gene Roddenberry. However, as time passed and the town grew, the council and townspeople decided it was high time to find their niche in the world...Star Trek was a big thing and we were lucky enough to have already been named with a very Star Trek-kie name--and so, Vulcan became a Star Trek town.

The town got its name from a Canadian Pacific Railway employee who came to survey the land and had a particular fascination with Roman mythology. The area that Vulcan sits on is the highest elevation point of the CPR line of the time.

The Town of Vulcan has approximately 1,800 people and is nestled in southern Alberta. It really is a pretty little town and the people here are fabulous. We are located in Vulcan County, the second largest county in Alberta. The county includes five villages and a few hamlets and is home to just over 6,000 people. The villages in Vulcan County are: Arrowwood, Carmangay, Champion, Lomond and Milo.

We have our very own Web site for the Town of Vulcan, which you can find here.

We have the Vulcan Tourism and Trek Station, which looks like a star ship. Each year in June, we have Spock Days which runs the second weekend of June each year--and thousands and thousands of people flock to our little town for festivities and all things Trek.

A side note: People who like Star Trek are not Trekkies...they are Trekkers. Please, don't feed the bears or ever get this confused again. =) I know this from interviewing a raft of Trekkers at the convention weekend and accidentally writing Trekkies in the newspaper article before the event. Who knew? Now you do...

We also have the FX6-1995-A, the Town of Vulcan's very own star ship. The original USS Enterprise from the Star Trek series inspired the concept of our ship. The FX6-1995-A is located at the main entrance to town and has greetings mounted on the base of the platform, which you can read in English, Vulcan and Klingon.

The Tourism and Trek Station inside is decorate with planets and even has a star ship deck replica inside. Soon, we will have a virtual reality game as well. Our hard earned tax money at work. (No satire intended, really.)

In July, the annual Show n' Shine and Vulcans to Vulcan motorcycle ride comes to Vulcan. Hundreds of vintage cars line Main Street in Vulcan, as well as motorcycles on the Vulcans to Vulcan motorcycle run and other motorcycles entered into the show.

Long before Star Trek, Vulcan was famous for it's 'Nine in a Line'. Nine grain elevators in the town boasted the largest grain storage capacity in the country until a fire in 1971. Pictures of Vulcan's "Nine in a Line" were published in newspapers and magazines across the country.

Before Star Trek, Vulcan was also popular for it's flight instructor school, the Vulcan Aerodome. The Aerodome opened in 1942 and was home to the No. 2 Flight Instructor School and later, the No. 19 Flight Instructor School.

Vulcan is a pretty community, thanks largely in part to Communities in Bloom of Vulcan whose efforts have made improvements in and around Vulcan.

Amazingly, there is a lot to do in Vulcan. We have a museum which captures the essence of our past, a weekly community newspaper, The Vulcan Advocate, restaurants, a Chamber of Commerce, the Vulcan Business Development Society, stores, grocery stores, banks, an outdoor pool, an indoor arena, a cultural center, the County Central High School, a brand new elementary school Vulcan Prairieview Elementary, an 18-hole golf course, a hospital, and much, much more.

Who I am

TheWriteKind — Mon, 21 May 2007 02:32:00 GMT

There are a few things that I know--sometimes it doesn't seem like much and other days I am overwhelmed with information flowing out of my head.

On most days when I am informative, I write articles. I love to freelance my writing services and write on a plethora of subjects. I work for various businesses writing SEO and keyword content on everything from Adirondack chairs to insurance, to health and mortgages. I really have covered all the bases with writing and I've written some really weird stuff.

One of the places I work for has an Ehow.com contract where we write stuff for Ehow. Those articles are fun, especially some of the topics we've been recently writing about--very juicy topics on sexual positions and toys. Of course, we wrote drivel about how to set your alarm on a specific type of CD player as well, but it certainly paved the way for the better topics.

One of my most favorite things to write about is insurance. I understand insurance, the ins and outs, how it works and why it's so important for everyone to have. I'm not an insurance agent or broker, however my boyfriend is. I grew up around insurance as well--my aunt was an agent since I was a kid, still is and is now a broker running her own office far away from home.

Other things I enjoy writing about (mostly because I understand them) are credit cards and mortgages. These are easy topics to write about and you can sling the information in a variety of ways, although working on my umpteenth mortgage article this week is starting to prove a little boring.

The places I freelance for are great and keep me quite busy with work, so much so that they are my only source of income for the time being. I used to work as a reporter for our weekly newspaper--cool job, crappy pay, which is really unfortunate, because I could have done that forever. I actually miss it...but, to all things there is a silver lining--we're opening a restaurant that I will manage and run. Boyfriend has experience in that as well so he will teach me the ropes (hopefully so I won't hang myself with them) and leave me with running the new restaurant. (Now if only we could think of a name...) Soon, this will all be done and we will be open and ready for business.

From this blog you can expect entries on insurance, just to keep my mind fresh on the subject, especially if something new and interesting comes about...articles or notations on mortgages and credit cards as well and various other tidbits of seemingly useless and frivolous information that you will find absolutely riveting. I should warn you--I have a whole raft of kids--so, there's probably going to be something about them around here as well...