Michael J. Lamb
March 12, 1970 - July 25, 2008
I love you.
My BrotherIN MY MIND, Flashes,My Brother by ayune
Nothing totally whole, still-frames defined,
Mostly in Winter, more fragmented Summer.
All out of order.
Black, utilitarian fingerless gloves and
The Black Leather Duster,
Smoke in hand,
Protects me from the Monsters.
So brave and so strong,
So smart and so kind.
Loved like he Raged,
Completely and Honestly.
Swords, mead and fireworks,
Monk's robe and borrowed boots.
He wore sandals and shorts in the snow, and
Black every day in high school
Because they told him he couldn't-
Katy in the '90s.
He went to classes sometimes.
Star Trek, wanted Amazing Grace
Like Spock had in Wrath of Khan.
(We did the best we could on short notice, Mig)
in the Yellow Bird, Terrible Thunder Chicken,
Firebird as old as me,
Picked me up after school
Driving in the heat.
Metallica's Black Album,
Alanis's Jagged Little Pill.
(He loved her as God in Dogma)
Pink ConversePink Converse (I Will Not Stop)Pink Converse by ayune
We stood, apart, on a beach at winter-tide.
I hold those memories tight-clenched at my side,
and though I can't, I hold your hand still tightly twined in mine.
In my mind, no divide.
If they try to dissolve our sacred vows,
I'll resolve to keep mine anyhow
No Devil's curse, no universe could ever deny me now.
I return to you, my love, somehow...
The power to hold me has been defined
Within the confines of your mind
Now no one can hold me on the road to you.
And I will not stop 'til I can trace
The well-lov-ed contours of your face,
Until I can race into the stellar blue,
Pink Converse traversed a barren plane,
My only fuel, an echo of my name.
No sweeter drug, no passion tugs me
Stronger than the glimmer of our flame,
I will not stop, I made my choice,
I'm breathing the echoes of your voice,
The air resonates unspoken 'I love you's,
And I will not stop 'til I can say,
"Oh yes, my love, I'm here to st
HP: Last Blood Chapter IIFollowing close behind Snape's irritated exclamation, an Uncomfortable Silence swept in, pulled a book off a shelf, turned on some nice, soothing music, poured itself a tall glass of red wine and generally threatened to make a night of it. Harry tossed glances to Hermione and Ron,(shocked and stunned, repectively) to MacGonagall(somewhat mortified but covering it well) to Snape(resignedly bitter, as usual) and to Sinistra(about to wet herself from repressed laughter.) It was not until after the Uncomfortable Silence started in on its fifth game of solitaire that Harry actually managed to force his mouth to make sounds.HP: Last Blood Chapter II by ayune
"Um.." Harry said, lamely looking around for someone knowledgeable. His eyes landed gratefully on his wizened head of house.
MacGonagall looked very much like she had somewhere expremely important to be within the next thirty seconds or so and had completely forgotten. She stared with overwhelming alarm at her pocketwatch in a way that practically screamed,'Oh, look at t
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You are as water.
If I could flow into you,
As though I've never done,
And would never again,
Would you let me?
You are a foundation.
Sometimes I am yours.
When I was angry and alone,
You calmed me.
When you were crying,
I wrapped myself around you and tried to kiss the tears away.
What pain you have
You will not let me hear
What fears I have
I may not always
Offer the kindest of words,
But I will always remain
There for you.
A day in the life at JPSA day in the life at JPS by zuzi
A Day in the Life at JPS
While at the health center of the state
waiting eternity for my medications
that only the government can afford,
I met some of my fellow Americans,
who, like me, fight for health
and against the debt collectors we owe.
Beside me sat a woman 70 years of age,
whose health was better than those around her.
She'd seen the life of a friend
wither away by the rages of chemo,
and the life of both son-in-laws
deteriorate and extinguish by the greed of cancer
and the horrors of radiation treatments.
Yet she still could laugh and smile,
and chat with those of us around her.
Beside her in the line
sat a man who'd immigrated from Africa,
wearing the robes of his countrymen,
and the sandals of mine.
He radiated hope and spirit,
yearning for knowledge he could gain here.
On my other side sat a man from Mexico,
working to give his family hope.
A better life in this grand country,
though he could barely speak the words.
Behind us sat the queen who had the gossip.
His clothes b
Current Residence: Houston, TX|
Favourite genre of music: almost all- rock, jazz, blues, classical
Favourite photographer: Matt Swindle
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: creative zen nano
Shell of choice: abalone
Wallpaper of choice: silver with seashells in a 1968 bathroom
Personal Quote: There's a copyright logo? Oh, you're on.