Ping went my phone as LindaGHill’s prompt arrived. It said. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tower.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use any way you’d like. Have fun!“
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We have a second visit to our double trouble team of time travelling heroes as they have to wrap up and I have to catch up.
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Rich woke up standing about a mile from the secret research, standing with three strangers looking toward the mountain the dusty dry mountain trail leading up to the white topped peak, where he was part of the plague control team. His head hurt and he had no recollection of where he had been or how he had got there. “Oh! Shit man my head hurts and who are you guys? ” Rich groaned and sat down with a thump. Merlin, Morgarna and Gail looked at each other and Morgarna lit a cigarette!
Mountain
After they had all been assembled in one place and one time at the airport in Wuhan the double team had put their plan in to action. The unsuspecting chance thief ( the time travellers nightmare, the unexpected) was put out of action and hospitalised, the Chinese custom guard had been alerted to Rich being a danger things slowed down. In fact I mean literally slowed down Raven and Morgarna spread a spell that stopped time. Cormorant searched Rich’s bag and found the mixed viruses in the shower gel bottle. He gave it to Merlin2 who took it back a week in the past to the lab in the US and safely returned it to the safe area in the laboratory. Then jumped back to Wuhan. Cormorant whispered in the Customs guard’s brain that the last five minutes had not happened. Then making sure everything was as it should be Cormorant, Raven and Wren took hold of Rich and Jumped! Morgarna2, Merlin2 and Gail2 also after double checking called up their anomaly and jumped. All of a sudden the huge quque at the customs desk burst back to life unaware that anything had happened.
Merlin2, Morgarna2 and Gail2 landed in the Chinese laboratory They split up and went in search of Dr Chi who had contacted Rich and spun him a line about how he was working on a vaccine to end all plagues and a cure for cancer. … Bogus of course, but he had managed to convince Rich to steal the two most deadly viruses and bring them over to him in Wuhan.
Dr Chi had been working very hard on such a cure but had lost his mind in the process. He decided he was instead going to erradiate all life on the planet instead …… Our three time travelling hero’s took Dr Chi to a top security mental facility and booked him in for a long stay, after, of course, wiping his memory of his evil plan but not good knowledge he had garnered. After his release in about five years time he would be able to continue his groundbreaking work innocently.
Back in the US Cormorant , Morgarna and Gail were all sitting in Rich’s living room . The poor guy had fallen for the cure spiel from Dr Chi and had convinced himself that he was doing good. After Raven had explained the truth and what had happened to Dr Chi Rich was absolutely horrified at how it had originally turned out . The theft of the viruses and their getting broken at the airport. The terrible plague that ensued and the eventual total eradication if of not only all life but also the planet itself. Rich was absolutely dumbstruck and apologetic he agreed to do what ever these three strangers had in mind.
Six months back in time: Raven and Cormorant had wiped Rich’s mind of everything that had happened and planted memories of a great weekend he’d spent with two mysterious women and a guy called Cormorant! It was Monday now and he was on his way back to work. There were no dark thoughts or worries of any kind on his mind as he waited for the bus to take him to the facility.
Raven and Wren stood by the hire car outside Rich’s house waiting for Cormorant to check it out, especially the cellar and the hidey hole in the brick work to make sure there was nothing there to harm the time line. They saw Rich board the bus and greet everyone as if it was just a normal day, as it should be. “Thats it, all is good in there and at the lab all safe we can drop the car off and jump.
After dropping the car off Raven, Cormorant and Wren called up the anomaly and jumped forward into the future to their house and their future selves!
As they landed in their future garden where Morgarna2, Merlin2 and Gail2 were waiting for them. “Wren why have you got your hands over your eyes ” asked Morgarna 2. “I am afraid to look incase it hasn’t worked” Wren squeaked. Gail2 laughed “Open your eyes Wren” She did and there was the house and the garden and beyond that ….no bubble, there was the rest of the street, the sound of traffic and children at play. And the lovely smell of real baking, Gail2 had prepared a beautiful afternoon tea for them all. “Okay” said Raven and Morgarna lighting up cigarettes… “Who’s for cake and debrief?”
After they had been through all the time lines Morgarna2 and Raven had opened a bottle of Shiraz, each, and Merlin2 and Cormorant were discussing software. Gail2 and Wren decided to exchange recipes. As they walked back to the house Wren spotted one of the trees, looking very different. Hanging from it’s leaves were many pages of paper.
Poetree
“What is all that about?” asked Wren. “Ah! Yes ” smiled Gail2 that was my idea, I was so upset about nearly losing our world that I started touring schools and teaching children all about how we are killing our planet. I get them to write poems and stories about how to save our world and each other. Now children from all over the world send me their stories, poems and paintings. I attach them to the tree and send regular photos to them to keep them updated.” Wren smiled , “That is a lovely idea , what a great way to train young minds. “ “I think so” smiled Gail2.
Maggie from, from cave walls wrote: ‘January is behind us and I felt I should give you an update on my conversation with Lauren on the status of our Throwback Thursday posts. “
She has spoken to Lauren who she started Throwback Thursday with about it’s future. They have decided that as Lauren is not well and has enough to cope with at the moment they would suspend Throwback Thursday until Lauren feels she can cope.
So for now Maggie has decided to do a Tranquil Thursday prompt until Throwback Thursday returns. As a I see it out prompt this week is : What is written in your book and what remains unwritten?
I am not a hundred percent sure if I have read this correctly anyway here goes.
I was fitted with the ties that stop me being being free.
I learned to read and write at school.
Yet they did not want me to think
I was bullied, pushed around, I was named a fool.
I was weak, my armour full of chinks
But I strived to hide my fears
Paint on a smile hide the missing links.
Ambition and aspirations came along the years
Despite opposition I grew wings
Layers formed that gave my life tiers
Dreams I had enough to throw to the winds Hold on to them as I may they slipped away.
Like so much detritus blown around the bins.
Finding my identity made me strong and whole
I found my voice, written words, my choice
As I strode toward my goal.
I was teased but it didnt hurt, as I said that was my choice
No one was unkind no tears burned me
Quietly my flag of independence I unfurled and hoist.
Married, they all said, your but a baby
I was determined though, afraid to be left alone
So the plans were laid, a start a bridal spree.
Seventeen, and full of hopes ready to leave home
Sister’s, sewing, in-laws arranging cars, cakes, and bridesmaids
Such a lot to do, in a few weeks I shall have flown
For a while all is bright and darkness fades
What the future holds I do not know
I am important for now I have the spotlight before it degrades
The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows
We take our vows and mean forever
Our love so huge it burns and glows.
And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether
Into our new life we blindly drive
Ignoring the pitfalls of life, newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.
Young and happy to be alive
Learning lessons daily sharing our new life
It was not easy being a wife
So many compromises to play
Still the love, in those days out weighed the strife.
We had a girl who could not stay
Then a boy who nearly didn’t either
But he did and after a dicey start is with us to this day.
We had to move down west to pastures new
Fresh start with baby on the way
Staying with inlaw’s a tricky thing to do.
Our home, with new babe out of hospital finally okay
Builders, sea gulls in the wilderness
Alone and unsure so much I was under stress and not okay.
Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed
Hubby worked away I was so alone
Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.
Back to London and my Mum’s home
Finding comfort in family and the old familiar
For most of that pregnancy I was not alone.
At length we managed to secure a home, three quarters of an hour from Mum’s by car.
The previous owners had not left and it was pouring with rain
Screaming baby, soaked possessions but we had our own place again Ah!
The years came and went and we all grew, good times, bad times in the frame.
I watched the boys grow and then ten years on another boy arrived.
Many things happen as a family grows and memories remain.
I had some black times it was never easy but we all survived
As our family out grew our home so we bought a bigger house
Sometimes I just hid inside my head until my soul revived.
I was often scared, letting myself be bullied, I acted like a mouse.
I lost my grip on ambition like sand it slipped through my fingers.
I felt so insecure, try as I might my fears I could not douse.
Hubby suffered with stress , the kind that lingers
The boys grew and flourished they were out life
Then we moved house again to our forever home .
It’s never easy being a mother or a wife
It pushes you and stresses you to your limit
Yet it brings joy and meaning to your life.
Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.
The boys grew into men I found myself again
We all need to grow and not be tied down.
The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain
Family ties get stretchrd and torn
Yet with their choices I really can’t complain.
Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born
Second time I started to write
Words free me from prison I should of done it all along.
Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,
It was alloted to me
But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.
What is unwritten
So now I have wings and I am armed with a pen…. Mightier than the sword? Yes I think so. Writing has opened my eyes and I have made so many friends online. I have grandchildren who are wonderful.
So what’s unwritten? A lot less than is but I shall not waste what is left. I want to publish, I want to cuddle my grandsons I want to embrace my family and life.
“First Train Home” is a song by British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap, and the only single off her third solo album Ellipse.
I really love Last train home, by Imogen Heap. To me it’s about a woman lost and locked up in a present that she doesn’t want to be part of. Her only escape is to get in away on the first train home to her childhood where things were simpler. Here future depends on her escaping now!
The actual story is that Immie was going to start working on her new, at the time 2009, album Ellipse when a friend invited her down to Brighton. Imogen went against her better judgement and spent the whole evening wishing she was back home working on her music. She did infact catch the first train home and work on her music. So she was caught in the present, but wanted to be back in her past and her future depended on it!
First train home.
Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over. Is this an echo game irises retreating To ovals of white. The urge to feel your face And blood rushing to paint my hand print A Frisbee one by one Your vinyl on laminate Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home I’ve got to get on it To Catch to catch to catch catch catch. First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home I’ve got to get on it First Train homeTemporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling All night clamor to hold it together. I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway I want to get on with getting on with things I want to run in fields paint the kitchen And love someone And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home I’ve got to get on it First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many. So what? I’m not that much fun to be with So what? You’ve got a silly hat on So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to me. What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you. What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them. What matters to them it doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it (I’ve got to get on it) To catch to catch to catch-catch catch. (First train home) First train home I’ve got to get on it First train home. (First train home)To go to go to go Get get get get Out out out out Now now now nowSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap
The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys, laughing girls and teasing boys, Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love, There were moments when, well, there were moments whenPresent, Go out with you? Why not Do I like to dance? Of Course, Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to, But don’t try to touch me, don’t try to touch me Cos that will never happen again, Shall we danceThe future, Tommorow? well tommorows a long way off Maybe someday I’ll have somebody’s hand Maybe somewhere someone will understand You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket I’m all packed up and I’m on my way and I’m gonna fall in love, But at the moment it doesn’t look good At the moment it will never happen againI don’t think it will ever happen again.Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Artie Butler / George Morton / Jerry Leiber
Trace elements, we breathe
Hints of what we were, we leave.
Time less rushed than we perceive.
More things in heaven and earth than we perceive.
Wave on wave of thought and consciousness.
Far more knowledge than we will ever process.
Reaching out to horizons new and old.
Thoughts and dreams swelling more than your heart will ever hold.
Look to the future you will find the key.
It is all out there waiting for your imaginations to set it free.
Piece by piece we build our pipe dreams
Only to scatter them at the feet of our children it seems.
No skip the pain, the betrayals , desertions, the returns that should not of been allowed
Of the rows and control , she probably knows of that already, no all that I would shroud.
What good would it do her ? None . For she is me and would be already locked in a love.
That forgives adultery, selfish children, unreasonable demands, she’d not change a thing , caught like a caged dove.
I’d tell her to be strong and many years hence she will find her niche
Her mind will grow and all will make sense at last and then she will have her peace.
I’d tell here to be true and to stand up for herself if she can.
I’d tell her to hold on to her dreams and never let them go, to love those near to her to follow life’s unseen plan.
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