Blake Robert
Bio
I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!
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Runaway Fury
Like a vivid dream mantled in a recliner with a glass half empty. To a startling awaking of a stuttered loud cranking steam engine barrowing down the tracks. They where lost in a since of how they got there. A young Lad and his pet startled by the vision that came into focus. People staggering around to the sound of unfamiliar noises. Gripping the seat they looked down and up at each other. But how was this to be the far clutter of uncertainty. The Lad asked around to see if anyone knew what or how they had got there. But no one would respond for a different language lingered the air. The doors mangled shut and clutter from the luggage filled the floors. It was screaming and unwanted sights that the pet and Lad had opened there eyes to. Not knowing what to do or even having a clue. To the pieces of the puzzle they had to put together one by one. In his front pocket he had a compass ⏱ but the night had just begun. It was twirling round and round with no since in what direction it might go. For the tracks had turns with up and down hill speed . And with every turn came closer to lead into something they never wanted to face. So the young Lad and his pet gathered the passengers and spoke in a calm poetic grace with sign language from what he wanted to try to do. Some could compare his presence and others just starred at him and his pet as they drew a picture of how they wanted to face this troubled time. For each minute passed there heart beat faster and faster on the dime. So he found a broken cart that carried snacks and tea. And used it to bang on the door and to try to pry open it like a key. But it didn't work. It was crushed and mangled and the others just watched and lark. He saw a opening in the glass window above the Know. So he shewed his pet threw it to see what lied ahead for the outlook of the pet's eyes looked like the place had been robbed. The pet came back with a bloody conductor cap in her teeth. Some of the passengers passed out in a since of disbelief. For it was not the answer they wanted to see. But the young Lad kept his chin up and yelled threw the broken glass in grief. Can anyone hear me forever may you speak! Nothing but silence but then a faint voice of turbulence filled the airwaves but sounded bleak. It was in a language one of the passengers could understand. So they moved forward and in a since tried to give a helping hand. They talked vagally back and forth and the elder looked back at the pet and said shew go get me them with her pointer finger. The pet startled a bit but then hopped back threw the opening and there they started to hear a singer come over the intercom. A violin playing with a Italian voice saying clash of clash the lights may seem bleak ... but trust your own instincts as the music faded away. They all looked around like they where in a trans of a time shifted into a cold heartless night. But they began to calm there spirit and fight. The pet came pulling back the injured and battled lone survivor of the front engine. As all the survivors of the train looked forward they saw a glimpse of hope. The young lads pet had gotten the young girl to the door. Though she was whimpering on the floor she frazzled up at the opening in the window. I can't get threw that for its too little and filled with shards of glass. So one by one the elder that spoke her language told the rest of her peers to clear the glass. Then they pulled her threw and covered her wounds with cloth and aided and seeing what she know about what was going on. For as they where chatting the young Lad jumped threw the opening with his dog. Borrowed down the conductors head courters with a plea to fulfill the uncertainty that lied ahead. The Gauges where all sparking. And the handle had been broken that could slow the train to a stop. So he tried anything imaginable to find something to crank the brakes. But this was a locomotive steam engine. And in a since he glanced around him it looked like a fire accorded. For a leak into the firebox from the air pressure being to high may have caused a dangerous backdraft as he assumed was the nature of the incident. Now to only get to what he need to do. Stop the train! He remembered at the whistle stop years ago something about letting down the blow valve to release the steam to slow down the train. But that was no easy task. He checked the water gauge that was still in tack and it was about 50 psi and rising with each mile per minute they where going. So he told his dog shew over to the outside of the train and pull on the lever as hard as you can while I go on the the other side of the train and do the same. The Lad was using all his might not from going insane. But pushing the nozzle open when bam! The other side had opened with steam borrowing out like fire in the winter night smoke. He yelled to himself she got it! As he was still struggling with his nozzle. He Kept pushing down on the nozzle but then remembered lefty lossy righty tighty. So he jammed it to the left and it quickly borrowed out. But perhaps he pushed it a little to hard and went forward hanging off the train. His pup came jumping threw the window like a bat out of hell. Grabbed his leg and kept pulling. As he hanging there lifeless looking at death in his eyes suddenly the train started slowing down and almost in the nick of time. Come about a little over 3 mph he fell into some bushes with his dog next to him. Shrugging off the dirt and leaves they looked up and to see all his wishes became true to what he had done. Saved the passengers from what could of been a different outcome. They all cheered as they came off the train . And for that moment in time he was the hero that day. But they still lost there conductor and he had know recollection of how he even got on that train with his pup. Him and his puppers looked on the side of the train it was called the 6399 Fury. So when he went back into the train he grabbed that conductors hat and learned about Lewis. He then went to his family and handed them his cap back and told the family I had to do this. Me and my pup where there and seen the things we couldn't explain or know what went on. But I know your husband was a great man and his work will carry on. So as the day turned into night he woke up with a glass full and the young Lad was older still with his pup beside him. For he was a conductor now moving from one town to the next. for just a dream he envisioned turned out to be his destiny.
By Blake Robert2 years ago in Fiction
Helping Hand
Threw my time in the hourly clock that keeps on ticking. I grew up looking back at the so called memories that pop in and out of my mind. Wired I face a glimpse of passed time with the outlook that things always change. So in my heart while its still pumping I try to keep my mind out of its cage. I feel and seal my counter belief's with jokes to humor others that are passed on with a simple message; smile :) . The hands placed forth threw sadness and outrage still show a vision to reconcile. I myself know I have more to offer then just my hand in the moment. While where placed forth our own journey we need to own it. Grip the wheel till the wheels fall off then cough and replace them with the courage to keep going. It's not the answer to give up; but to keep showing you will pursed and feed off your own vision. Its a humble essence of a melody that someone put in a music tone to waffle cone that holds the ice cream. We hear, see, feel or swear to bare are own fault sometimes. I find a shape of my own outlook in the message I write myself threw my mind and spirit. Though so many don't wanna hear it. We all need a lesion of gratitude and a push to keep going. Holding a hand of a animal or person or anything else of that nature we see are selves enlighten threw are creator. I find my path going several ways. North, South, East, or West. I can feel the battle enrage threw working out the beast that holds in my deeper cut wounds scared threw my wrist and beating threw my chest. If you had to find your spirt animal or plant or anything to attach your well being too what would it be. I some times see a white tiger weird on the inside but but prowls with beauty. I also see a dragon trebled into the moving dance of fire breathing out the pain I caused internally. Also a spruce tree natured to its stance in place with a time stamp threw the wind rain and the shadow it produces threw the sunshine and its grace. I can see a owl hooting away at the moon seeing threw the darkness of the spirits that walked this earthly place. Keep in mind this is just examples of metaphors of energy built up over time though life is not a race. Its like the mice that finish threw a unknown maze. We craze support but in reality we are own sports or court. Feelings come and go and sometimes get downplayed by what ifs and things that shifts. Threw the nestled humble place we hold called are heart. We simply place are own arguments in are own cart. For my life and walks threw night and day are different from any other. I've learned even when worse to come to worse we need to love each other . Face what we have nestled away in are back pocket and use it without dropping it. Tears come and go and blood drips and grips are own focus on what's ahead. My message is a simple and straight forward. Keep walking or running toward your placement in life. A collection of what is wrong and right will see no shape if we don't put effort into mending the tape. Destruction has always plagued are eruption to see matters for what they are. I just want to see one day my own simple memory last on threw a shouting star. For I can only shade light on something that started with a seed as small as mustard . Though the gas has passed and in a since my mind and inner feeling ruptured. I take the hand of the one who will guide me to ever lasting light even though the tunnel is dark I might see the that one day at the end the fight and might of the simple beginning of the next test on the other side shine bright. Or I may see the darkness take over and only be placed in the Forrest of the moonlight hearing sounds of eternal sound of what I need to progress. This is the outlook that I need to get off my chest. Find your happiness in the things that make you U IYQ. IYQ is a sticker my grandmother used to pass on threw Christian clowning meaning I like you! Its a very thing that brings a smile to anyone to passed down or seen. For letting myself seeing her grace and her faith I have always looked up to her. Benefiting from the simple things that make your journey more complete. The guide is to place my agenda into a way I can proceed to make improvement. Grief loss drama is all in the things we all come across. Its understanding to deal with it in a way you can manage it and express it to faith family friends group and to a blog like this. So as I pass along this Drafted copy of what I been trying to work on for many days. Be humble be grateful be you and give thanks to the present and pass on your own meaning of Praise! Blake Robert H.
By Blake Robert2 years ago in Poets
Feather's that find Meaning
Threw a meaning we may seem grounded. Threw the early years that founded in not knowing the phase. Like cattle we grazed upon are own shape and placement. To imagination, stories and arranged stamps we sent. We brought joy and trouble for all to know and see. We placed value in things we held for a key. It was a crazy way to see past are days to the elders that came before are generation. In a since we still are one nation. With a time table able to see what we persuaded on the present day that eventually passed. We are one but we all know are pole had casted a purpose even if we didn't feel it in place. We still caught the strength threw failed chase. To keep on moving and finding structure. Though some of are coca cola bottles where filled with Mentos and ruptured. We shape are selves threw are own well being. Finding are placement and agreeing. To make forth change even if it's just one step forward. Though there are ten steps back. We can rise to the occasion and try to get out a good laugh. We see a shadow when the light is bright. We feel purpose when the mood is right. Helping hand is something we all need at times. I write messages with metaphors that sometimes chime. I always say my voice is either a gift or a curse. My faith is held in a duffle bag with a book that some may call a purse. The well known bird of flock. Is like the rhythm of a grandfather clock. It's a glide of the almighty goose or duck. Lind up in the transparency of not just luck. But trust that the pack and the lead find there way to place to bread and feed. A feather has turned threw generations of packs of all the water and land. Some wore with pride while they galloped threw the terrain and sand. They showed there spirit threw there image and there heart not just to show but do the destiny they persuaded for there own.
By Blake Robert2 years ago in Poets