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Book Review of: The Wolf Gift by Anne Rice

Book Review of:  The Wolf Gift by Anne Rice:

 

Written with style and flare, the Wolf Gift is a must read for all ages. While the story doesn’t have our usual heroes and villains that we’ve grown accustomed to over the years, Anne Rice does a wonderful job introducing us to new characters, villains and yet another grand adventure.

 Her uncanny ability to tell a new tale utilizing the lore of old, and add new twists and turns to the genre is unquestionably profound. Anne’s dedication in keeping her fans hunger sated is a skill and class all its own.

 I am eagerly awaiting the next installment in this extraordinary universe, and with that next book released begs one final question. Will she merge two worlds so that the Brat Prince might make an appearance?

 

© 2012 Raven Phoenix78

* Fragments of a Dream *

Shades of grey,
Sheets of white intertwined and ingrained,
Logged in between the inner workings of the brain,
Betwixt and between, things never seem sane amidst the dream.

Longing to dance with a beauty in the rain,
Eyes of green a glimpse of a radiant soul,
In between fragments of a dream,
Two worlds meet.

Black silky hair caresses, is this all a dream?
Sweating, shivering, shaking scream,
Top of the lungs longing for but one thing,
The beatific sight dissolves before weary eyes,
Surprise dawns on another sleepless night.

Fragments of life sorted, categorized, defined,
Rearranged in the midst of a slumbering mind,
Fragments of a dream,
Revealing whats in the realms between.

Copyright 2011 RavenPhoenix78

- The Meaning Of Life -

Connecting on an emotional level,
To stand and be heard,
Over the cacophony chorus,
Chaotic in its very nature,

To live and be loved,
Sharing the connection of touch,
What is the meaning of life?
Experiences big and small,
To be enthralled by our passions!

A question worth asking,
The definition ours to choose,
Without being obscure,
Cherish this life.
Ever grateful to be alive!
Give freely when one can,
A grand design this plan.

The meaning of life,
In my eyes can be summarized,
By a surprise,
This definition of mine,
Riddled throughout this rhyme,

The meaning of life idealized,
To live a life without strife,
Perfect in all regards,
The meaning of life,
We all strive for an answer.
Do your best, thrive.
Do not let life pass you by!

Copyright 2011 RavenPhoenix78

+ A Lost Angel +

In a different time,
From a forgotten era,
An angel fell from heaven.
The depth of her eyes,
Held many a surprise,
Forgiveness was glimpsed in an instant.

Caught tears a shimmering,
A beautiful soul,
An angel is once again made whole.
The long awaited reunion,
Has come at last,
A question is asked,
Forgiving one of the past,

This angel radiates smiling intent,
No need to repent,
For all is already forgiven.
We can go on living.

Free from past burdens,
The unbinding of heavy chains,
The wind whispered thy name.
Love shared from this angel,
Will never again be taken in vain,
Our lives shall be entwined once again.

Healed and whole,
This angel strides forward so bold,
Freed to achieve lofty dreams,
A lingering smile beams.
Once a lost angel now found,
Her father couldn’t be more proud!

Copyright 2011 Raven Phoenix78

Co Op Authors / New Poem

Here is a piece of great Poetry that I recently had the pleasure of editing for a friend of mine. We have written several poems together and I find that every single project I embark with her on turns out better than both of our expectations. I look forward to future tasks with you Bonnie, and also open the door for anyone else who would like to write poetry, or a book together. Let me know via Facebook or twitter, (RavenPhoenix78- San Diego) and we can hash out the details.

I am currently editing my first book, and writing a second book for children. These books will be adapted into video games for people who have been touched with autism in the very near future. If anyone of you have information on a publisher interested in children’s books that will help a fantastic cause, please send me the info at ravenphoenix78@gmail.com

I hope you enjoy this collaboration piece of poetry with my dear friend Boneata Bell. Thank you for your time,

Very Respectfully,
Raven
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Somewhere lies the body of the man I love.

Dirt is ripped through the heart,
That used to beat a thousand minutes per second.
As Footprints in the sand still beckon,
The sand forever lingers from our journeys to the beach,
Smiles remembered to the point that a tear would be absorbed,
Into skin untouched by the sun,
Wasted time, yet seldom a wasted effort,

As clocks are methodically ticking in the background,
Reminding us that time is finite, and upon it we fought,
Unaware until the day that we died.
Fiction of ghost and dramatic dreams,
Lost in cream, loved well beyond beauty,

Words dreamt out, acted as if only a mere play,
Crying in torrents for this is a harsh reality.
Amidst such frantic efforts to be someone else,
While he only wanted me to be myself,
But I never could.

The ring still rests upon this lonely finger,
Even In death we continue to hold hands,
I never dreamt, tears would be so few,
The emotions spoken aloud by words,
Were meant to be from the heart,
And that’s when I was awoken with a start,
Lying next to the man of my dreams,

Knowing the future, knowing he would stay,
Knowing we would certainly be free.
To love one, and for one to love only,
A thousand years later,
The future told and seen,
Believed, Love to hold,
Trust before the story unfolds!

Copyright 2011 Boneata Bell
Edited By: Raven Phoenix78

- Business As Usual -

Demons in disguise,
Plaguing the dreams of the masses,
Misleading, misdirecting application,
Slaves to the system,
Slaughtered amidst the grave that beckons,

Lucid visions amidst twisted dreams,
Disproportional reality is conjured,
A most convincing parlor trick,
To appease with ease,
Damning our souls inexplicably,

Yet the war wages on,
Which side will even win?
Are the angels even listening?
A bag of bones dreams,
Shrill unearthly screams,
Echoing within endless possibilities,
Twisted you say? I say nay!
The power resides within us all.
Latent, dormant, ready to be called,

A question of validity,
Is this even reality?
A test one must confess,
How do you fare?
A figment of your imagination,
Make ready… Prepare!

Copy right 2011 Raven Phoenix78