Month: June 2014

I’ve Had Enough (a rant)

I’m angry. As I have stated in the past (The 7 Deadly Sins ~ Day 4, Wrath), I don’t handle anger well. It’s all-encompassing. I’m obsessing over it. I can’t write. All I can think about is how mad I am. Why am I so upset? Because I was right. In this case, that is the last thing that I wanted to be.

I asked the prosecutor not to go easy on him. Living across the street from him, I knew that this was not a dependable human being. I had heard him taunt passersby. I saw him behave violently toward his own family members. HE BROKE INTO MY HOME WHILE I SLEPT AND STOLE NEARLY EVERYTHING OF VALUE THAT I OWN. Then, he sold my possessions, out of a garage that I can see from my front window, right under my nose, to shady individuals who absolutely had to know that they were purchasing someone’s stolen property (what kind of human excrement does that?) After the robbery, my dear neighbor offered to help find the culprits. He told me he’d keep his eyes open and ears to the ground. He came to my home to check on the progress of the investigation. This man pretended to care about my plight, simply to gain information about the case, all while selling our belongings to strangers. Yes, his partner in crime was the ringleader. Yes, it was important to get him. No, it was not worth setting this guy free to do it. Now I’m being told that we don’t even NEED Tommy’s testimony to convict his accomplice. When the prosecution made the disappointing decision to cut him some slack, I expressed my extreme displeasure. I was dismissed. I was told, “If he screws up, he serves out the rest of his sentence in jail.” I knew it wasn’t that simple. I’ve seen him abscond before. Even prior to this fiasco the police were constantly looking for him. When they found him once, I watched this kid fiercely resist arrest from my own front yard. So did my youngest child. I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.

I can’t continue to sit here and do nothing. I am seething. I spent hours combing social media sites looking for clues to Tommy Libbett’s (aka Tommy Norfside Savage) whereabouts. I found a recent picture of him smoking a joint, smart for a guy on parole. In the background, I can see a couch, photos on the wall, and a picture collage on a shelf. I’ve compared those surroundings to pictures posted by every one of his contacts. I think I know where he is. That just makes me more furious. If I’m right, the same people who got away with harboring him before are getting away with it now. Anyway, this guy has a GRPD task force on his ass. I still think I’ll find him first. It’s a question of desire. Mine absolutely outweighs theirs right now.

If you’ve seen this guy, call the Grand Rapids Police Dept at (616) 456-3403 immediately, please. He WILL be present to testify against his co-conspirator, Jariel. If you think this kid sounds bad, I’ve got much more to tell you about that accomplice. Thankfully, after much hassle and a decent sized scare, they managed to finally put that guy behind bars, where he sits, awaiting trial. Trial is scheduled to begin this month. Part of the plea deal that allowed Tommy to do just 10 months for his part in the home invasion in the 1st degree (a felony that carries up to a 20 year sentence), was that he would testify. I intend to hold his ass to it.

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Borrowed Time

A flower blooms
While a child cries.
A life is born
As an old man dies.

Life’s not given.
It is a loan.
It’s time we use,
But never own.

A privilege bestowed.
Something to cherish.
Spend it wisely,
For soon we all perish.

Then our children are left
With the life we once mused.
To make the most of existence
And time we once used.

Chapter 1 ~ All of it… Friday

I promised a globetrotting friend that I would release the full first chapter of my book in a single post before he departs on his next journey. So, Friday, June 6, I plan to do just that. If you have read The First 1100 Words and Seven Deadly Sins ~ Day 6, Lust (A passage from my book), you have seen about 2/3 of the first chapter. Friday’s post will include these plus the final 1/3 of the first chapter, as well as little tweaks that have been applied since I released the first sneak peek.

I will likely do as I have done in the past and abbreviate the naughty bits. Maybe not ~ maybe I’ll go full monty. They’re not extreme or gratuitous, but they are “mature”. We will see. I guess you’ll have to visit on Friday to find out what I decided!

Words Are Seeds

Ever wonder
Where words go
After they escape
Your mouth?
You should.
It is naive
To believe
That words go south.
Words are seeds,
Planted by lips,
Fertilized by belief,
Grown by repetition.
That which you
Have breathed life into
Does not die
But seeks duration.
Stay in charge
Of your tongue,
Of the words
That it creates.
Keep your secrets,
Tell no lies,
Be careful what
You pollinate.
Murmur or roar,
Falsehood or truth,
Your words are
In the air.
Matters not
What you say,
They’re lasting
Once you put them there.
If words are
Not sentient
Why then
Is it said,
Two can keep
A secret
If one of them
Is dead?