Friday, November 30, 2012

Angry Birds Fight

ANGRY BIRDS FIGHT - Written by Carroll Bryant



You can try and say
Anything with words to hurt me
You can fly away
Spread your wings just to escape me

You can shake your head
If what I am does not complete thee
You can keep the bed
And instigate the shame under the sheets

You can make believe that there was never you and me so

Hide behind your smile
Cheek to cheek and all the while
Hide behind the sun
Let’s pretend I am no one
Hide behind the wall
The one you built so grand and tall and
Hide behind the night
Where in empty nests and empty trees
In the flow within the breeze
There’s just you and there’s just me tonight

Angry birds fight

I can play this game
Everything in life prepared me
I’m Unifi able that way
You're turning into monochrome memories

I can roll my eyes
When I can’t wait for your delivery
I’m less than satisfied
With the state of your satori

I can make believe that there was you and me so

Hide behind your smile
Cheek to cheek and all the while
Hide behind the sun
Let’s pretend I am no one
Hide behind the wall
The one you built so grand and tall and
Hide behind the night
Where in empty nests and empty trees
In the flow within the breeze
There’s just you and there’s just me tonight

Angry birds fight

Life can’t stop the world from spinning
It manages its own rules and sits there in its own time
And love can’t stop my heart from breaking
It gathers in the sins of you just to decrypt my simple mind

You can shake your head
You can keep the bed
I can play this game
You're turning into monochrome memories so

Hide behind your smile
Cheek to cheek and all the while
Hide behind the sun
Let’s pretend I am no one
Hide behind the wall
The one you built so grand and tall and
Hide behind the night
Where in empty nests and empty trees
In the flow within the breeze
There’s just you and there’s just me tonight

Angry birds fight





Seasons Greetings

SEASONS GREETINGS - Written by Carroll Bryant


There’s a sound in the air, could it be Santa Claus?
Rudolph leads the reindeer, waving to Jack Frost
Christmas day is coming, the hour’s drawing near
Have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year

Frosty’s playing in the snow with all his cheerful friends
The Scrooge wants to be left alone, but the message will be sent
Christmas day is coming, there’s no need to fear
Have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year

And oh, that silent night will be peaceful again tonight
Tomorrow kids will open up all of their gift wrapped toys
Sounds of laughter all day long from all the girls and boys

And the angels will sing of Christ our king
And jolly good Saint Nick will bring happiness and things

There’s a sound in the air, could it be Santa Claus?
Rudolph leads the reindeer, waving to Jack Frost
Christmas day is coming, the hour’s drawing near
Have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year

Have a very merry Christmas and a happy, a very happy …
Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Be In My Christmas

BE IN MY CHRISTMAS - Written by Carroll Bryant


Be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream
Be in my Christmas
And every love song I sing
I need you on Christmas
And all the joy that you bring
So be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream

With the stockings hanging o’er the fireplace
So special is the night
A loving look all over your face
Our hearts riding on a sleigh ride
Emotions so dear and it’s perfectly clear
That this is a magical time

So be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream
Be in my Christmas
And every love song I sing
I need you on Christmas
And all the joy that you bring
So be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream

With caroler’s humming their merrily tune
You feel so good in my arms
An angel of love I’ve found in you
I melt to the whim of your charms
Electrical sparks that ignite both our hearts
Blowing my Santa Claus mind

Be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream
Be in my Christmas
And every love song I sing
I need you on Christmas
And all the joy that you bring
So be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream

With the stockings hanging o’er the fireplace
So special is the night
A loving look all over your face
Our hearts riding on a sleigh ride
Emotions so dear for this great time of year
This is such a magical time

Be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream
Be in my Christmas
And every love song I sing
I need you on Christmas
And all the joy that you bring
So be in my Christmas
Be my warm winter dream


Monday, November 26, 2012

A Christmas Carroll

A CHRISTMAS CARROLL - Written by Carroll Bryant


What a beautiful day for a Christmas
What a beautiful day for a song
Oh how I wish that Christmas lasted all year long

Snow falling down is for Christmas
Snow falling down like a song
Oh how I wish that Christmas lasted all year long

With a thought in my mind, I clearly find
That peace could come any day
With the people that try, I can’t deny
That love could find a way - to stay
And bring us all joy every single day

What a beautiful day for a Christmas
What a beautiful day for a song
Oh how I wish that Christmas lasted all year long

Snow falling down is for Christmas
Snow falling down like a song
Oh how I wish that Christmas lasted all year long

With Jack Frost asleep, I’m gonna keep
My nose pressed against the glass
There’s a smile on my face as for Santa I wait
This feeling just wants to last and last
T’is the season for it’s such a blast

There’s a hope in my heart, it lights up the dark
I see love everywhere
With family and friends the fun never ends
It’s just too awesome to bear, I swear
The stockings were hung over the chimney with care

What a beautiful day for a Christmas
What a beautiful day for a song
Oh how I wish that Christmas lasted all year long

Snow falling down is for Christmas
Snow falling down like a song
Oh how I wish that Christmas lasted all year long


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Jennifer's Eyes

JENNIFER'S EYES - Written by Carroll Bryant


For all of my life I traveled alone
From North to South and East and West and coast to coast
I never did want to stay anywhere
I never wanted anyone and I didn't care
But that's not the way a mans story should go
And what I couldn't think was something I didn't know

That heaven holds the answers up in the sky
And gave to me a reason deep down inside
To walk right through its doorway and into paradise
From out of the shadows and into the light
To find what I've been missing and now I realize
That heaven holds the answers in Jennifer's eyes

No, this ain't easy, that much I can say
Love so close to touch and yet so far away
And I still don't know just what it means
If all I ever need in life is in my dreams
Then that's just the way I want this story to end
With her in every heartbeat and holding my hand

Heaven holds the answers up in the sky
And gave to me a reason deep down inside
To walk right through its doorway and into paradise
From out of the shadows and into the light
To find what I've been missing and now I realize
That heaven holds the answers in Jennifer's eyes

I know that I'm not gonna live for ... forever
I know that someday I am gonna die
But I wanna live my lifetime her and I together
And I want to be buried in Jennifer's eyes

Heaven holds the answers up in the sky
And gave to me a reason deep down inside
To walk right through its doorway and into paradise
From out of the shadows and into the light
To find what I've been missing and now I realize
That everything I'm missing is in Jennifer's eyes

And heaven holds the answers in Jennfier's eyes

For the rest of my life





Friday, November 23, 2012

Sitting On A Rainbow

SITTING ON A RAINBOW - Written by Carroll Bryant


I can’t believe that this is really happening
Walking in the rain with you
And holding your hand

This is all like some kind of dreamy dream come true
Touching your skin
And I’m such a lucky man

Though the sun keeps a hiding
I’ll keep a smiling
Knowing that you love me is like
Riding on a fantasy

I’m sitting high upon a rainbow
Looking down upon the Earth below
You’re playing with the unicorns
Falling fast for my lucky charms
I’m sitting high and mighty like a king
You to me are everything
Pardon me if I never let you go

Oh, oh, I’m sitting on a rainbow

I can’t believe that I may never ever wake up
Feeling your breath on me
And drowning in emotions

This is all so very unfamiliar to me
Watching you sleep in peace
I can’t take my eyes off of you

Though my heart just keeps on beating
You keep on taking it
Glowing like I’m nuclear
Love is what we make of it

I’m sitting high upon a rainbow
Looking down upon the Earth below
You’re playing with the unicorns
Falling fast for my lucky charms
I’m sitting high and mighty like a king
You to me are everything
Pardon me if I never let you go

Oh, oh, I’m sitting on a rainbow

You know how to thrill
Fill me up with lovey goo
You love me and I love you too

Your kiss always wants to kill me
Knocking me right off my feet
In your eyes I can see … everything

Though the sun keeps a hiding
I’ll keep a smiling
Knowing that you love me is like
Riding on a fantasy

You and me are everything

I’m sitting high upon a rainbow
Looking down upon the Earth below
You’re playing with the unicorns
Falling fast for my lucky charms
I’m sitting high and mighty like a king
You to me are everything
Pardon me if I never let you go

Oh, oh, I’m sitting on a rainbow
Oh, oh, I’m sitting on a rainbow

Oh, oh, going anywhere that you go


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Hands Of Mercy

HANDS OF MERCY - Written by Carroll Bryant


Strangers walk among us without faces wearing hats
In the hands of mercy we stand against attacks
First they become neighbors and then they are your friends
Only to discover they’re the enemy within

And I will take you there if you really want to go there
To a place called hell, I will take you and you know it
And I will know your smell; with my eyes closed I will know you
Burn your flesh I fear and make love to your spirit

Danger’s in our presence in the guise of faithful lords
In the hands of mercy we shall die from our own swords
First they start to panic then hysteria sets in
Only to uncover a plot to marry sins

And I will take you there if you really want to go there
To a place called hell, I will take you and you know it
And I will know your smell; with my eyes closed I will know you
Burn your flesh I fear and make love to your spirit

Go behind the meaning, stand beside your reason
Call upon your president to lead you to your kingdom

Turn away from warnings, bow to those in mourning
Call upon your precedence to lead you to your victory

And you will die … in the hands of mercy
You will cry … but the heart will show no mercy
You will fly … on the wings that haven’t mercy
You will die … in the hands of mercy

You will die … surely die
And you will die … surely die

In the hands of mercy

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

My Little Crazy

MY LITTLE CRAZY  - Written by Carroll Bryant


I’m wishing that I could say what I mean
I see you in my visions
But never in my dreams
I wish that I could hold you here by the hand
Feeling your emotion
Right there where you stand

I think my little crazy is complicated for sure
Opening the windows
Closing all the doors
I know you want to strike me for all I never do
I’m guessing that you know this
I wanna strike you too

And this is tearing me apart
Sleeping my days away while dancing in the dark

And this life belongs to hers
Every single breath I take
Breaks my lungs
It never hurts
This world I own isn’t mine
Everything my eyes can see
She will - and she never belongs to me
But this much I know for sure
This life belongs to hers

I stumble onto moments when I think I want to cry
Holding on to just release you
Living large until I die
Selling all the memories at a discount price
Stealing half the money
While looking into your eyes

And now our love is jumping the shark
Burning my desires in so that you can’t keep my heart

And this life belongs to hers
Every single breath I take
Breaks my lungs
It never hurts
This world I own isn’t mine
Everything my eyes can see
She will - and she never belongs to me
But this much I know for sure
This life belongs to hers

She will soon travel far away from us
Never again for me to find her love
I’m letting her go now
Blood on my hands
I’m letting her know now
My place is in her freedom
I’m letting her go now
I’m letting her know that I’m letting her go now

I’m wishing that I could say what I mean
I see you in my visions
But never in my dreams

Just always in my screams

And this life belongs to hers
Every single breath I take
Breaks my lungs
It never hurts
This world I own isn’t mine
Everything my eyes can see
She will - and she never belongs to me
But this much I know for sure
This life belongs to hers




Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Michael Jackson's Message (Protect The Children)

MICHAEL JACKSON'S MESSAGE (PROTECT THE CHILDREN) - Written by Carroll Bryant


“Today I was inspired by Michael Jackson while listening to his songs. I began thinking about the turmoil in Gaza and Israel - I couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head of innocent little children dying. Please call for a cease fire and try and work things out peacefully. Protect the children.”


When you hear the laughter of the children
Angels sing from above
The sun will shine and it’s listening
To the voices filled with love

Playing in a field of flowers - we are gay
So happy today

When you hear the laughter of the children
God will smile on us all
The breeze will blow to be gentle
In your arms, all their dreams we should hold

Don’t let their world to turn sour - or go away
Teach them the right way

We are the village
We can’t let them to get lost
We are the leaders
Raising them is all of our jobs
Take the hand of your neighbor
Promise you will be true
For the hope and dreams of our children
Resides in me
Resides in you

Protect the children

We have the power
To gain or lose control
Every minute of every hour
We either save or lose our soul
Know that this life is worth with what we’re making
Open up your hearts to all we have forsaken
It’s easy for me
It’s easy for you

When you hear the laughter of the children
The stars come out at night
This is our time for the living
And we have to do it right

Please don’t let their thoughts go to drifting - or slip away
Please just let them play

The smile of a child is the answer to our wars
Damned all the while we can be torn
Love and protection is the act we all must heed
There’s still time for you
There’s still time for me

Let’s not let them bleed

When you hear the laughter of the children
Angels sing from above
The sun will shine and it’s listening
To the voices filled with love

Protect the children
Please love the children
Thank God for the children
Let the child in you see the children
Protect the children
Don’t neglect the children
Protect the children

Their innocence is on display


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Monday, November 19, 2012

Your Fire, My Desire

YOUR FIRE, MY DESIRE - Written by Carroll Bryant



Hanging in the back streets
Walking through the alleys
A midnight rendezvous underneath a full moon

Clinging to forever
Thoughts of love too clever
Boy meets girl again to make the perfect sin

Your fire, my desire
Putting the puzzle together somewhere in the dark
It’s always your fire versus my desire
Passion that can never seem to fill two lonely hearts

Talking all the big words
Skipping past what really hurts
Fornicating dreams with the sound of broken screams

Hand to hand our combat
Scratching like two wild cats
Nothing here to feel when everything’s unreal

Your fire, my desire
Putting the puzzle together somewhere in the dark
It’s always your fire versus my desire
Passion that can never seem to fill two lonely hearts

We’ll take it down a notch to catch our breath
Take a break from this train wreck
Eye to eye we still can’t see - what we need
We circumcise our daily life to view the dead
Just outside our window
Going where the wind blows
We don’t care
We don’t know

Not too close to bleed
Our story just continues

Hanging in the back streets
Walking through the alleys
A midnight rendezvous underneath a full moon

Clinging to forever
Thoughts of love too clever
Boy meets girl again to make the perfect sin

Your fire, my desire
Putting the puzzle together somewhere in the dark
It’s always your fire versus my desire
Passion that can never seem to fill two lonely hearts


Doomed

DOOMED - Written by Carroll Bryant


I can hear my heartbeat wail
I’m a clone of humanity’s fear
Inside my head it’s hell
Behind my eyes hides another lost tear

I can’t seem to breathe in my dreams (Nightmares)
For the end is coming
That’s what they say
I’m so scared
And I don’t wanna think

Even when I am sleeping
Machine guns shooting and bombs exploding
Even when I am sleeping
Preachers preaching and choirs singing
And everything comes crashing all around me
And everything comes crashing all around me

I can smell an evil plot
Before the earth starts shaking
There’s a new face on the clock
In my ears I can hear that it’s ticking

I can’t seem to scream or so it seems (I swear)
For the end is here
That’s what they claim
I don’t care
And I just wanna drink

Even when I am sleeping
Machine guns shooting and bombs exploding
Even when I am sleeping
Preachers preaching and choirs singing
And everything comes crashing all around me
And everything comes crashing all around me

Doomed

I can’t seem to breathe in my dreams (Nightmares)
For the end is coming
That’s what they say
I’m so scared
And I don’t wanna think

Even when I am sleeping
Machine guns shooting and bombs exploding
Even when I am sleeping
Preachers preaching and choirs singing
And everything comes crashing all around me
And everything comes crashing all around me

Doomed

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Last Flight Out (The Book)

Right around 2001, I was really hankering to write a love story. Not just some run of the mill love story, but something that could really capture the imagination, and get people to talking about it. I had a good idea floating around my head for which the romance would be built, but I hadn’t figured out my hook. I heard the song titled “Last Flight Out” by the musical group, Plus One, and that was a true inspiration to me, but my hook? That wouldn’t come for some time.

And so I allowed the concept to swirl around inside my head for the next five years while I went through my day to day life. I went through an auto accident and during my recovery at home months later, I was surfing the net out of boredom. This is when I came across a story. It was the Mary-Kay Letourneau story. The 34 year old school teacher who had a sexual relationship with her then 13 year old male student. I had heard about it in the news prior and thought nothing much of it really. I started reading this article about what her life was like all these years later. I discovered that her and that boy are married and have a few children. I couldn’t believe it. Who would have thought? I started to chuckle a little bit because at that moment, I realized that these two people really were in love. Not that I condone what she did for a minute, because I don’t, but let’s face it, how many times do we read about an adult (male of female) having sex with a minor - but then after all the trials and public scorn and the convictions and the incarcerations, the two people in question get married and live a happy life together?

The answer - Never!

I guess I started chuckling at the fact that these two got the last laugh. Seriously, think about it. They are together. After society’s attempt to keep them apart, they still got back together as adults and they’re still together to this very day. That’s impressive. You have to at least admit that.

It was during this train of thought when it dawned on me. I finally found my hook! The student - teacher relationship. The possibilities were endless. I only knew a few things going in, that I didn’t want the story to end like hers did, I wanted it to be more dramatic. I also knew that my teacher was going to be male. I mean, let’s face it, it Mary Kay was a guy, she would probably still be in prison right now. Society is so double-standard. But it was more than that, I also wanted to have two villains in the story. One villain worse than the other because I knew, the reader would look at Kavita Davidson as a villain. I also wanted a hero in the book, Mary Stewart. Then, I wanted to make her something into the villain at the end and make Kavita the hero. I wanted to pull the ole flipparoo. (Or flip-flop)

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I think I pulled it off just nicely. From the emails I have gotten about it, I would say so.

Once I had my foundation, my plot, my hook, I went to writing. I knew my two main characters had to have some memorable names. Thus was born Kavita Davidson, and Lily McCourtney. I saw both last names on tombstones in a graveyard, that’s how I seek out my character names. (I know, creepy) Anyhow, Kavita is the last name of this guy I met one time while playing high school sports. He was on the other team. I just remember thinking how cool the name was and for some odd reason, it popped into my head. I settled for Lily for the girl because I wanted her name to be in reference to a quote that I knew Kavita was going to say in the book. Thus, which is why I went with Mary for the art teachers name. Stewart was a by product of Martha Stewart, it had that mixed flavor of home-maker/baker and yet, because Martha Stewart served prison time, it had that element of “bad girl” too.

Okay, so I think on a different level. LOL

I molded the community in the story, Kendrick Park and their school, Kendrick South, after a real life community which I had lived in before called German Village in Columbus, Ohio. The high school there is called South High School. In the local park of the community, called Schiller Park, there is a recreation center and they hold all kinds of activities for the kids from basketball and other sports to arts and crafts. There are homes standing all around the park. Some small businesses too. Thus, Kendrick Park was born.

Almost all of the characters in the story were taken from real people.

Once I got the final piece to the story together in my head, “Last Flight Out” took about six weeks to write the first draft, and another 4 weeks to touch it up. Once the story was finished, I knew I had something special.

One of the things some of my readers were grateful for was the fact that I did not trash it up. I did not turn it into a porno or child porn. I have been thanked on a few occasions for keeping it clean. Not that it was my intention, just a happy accident, as Bob Ross would say. I wanted Kavita and Lily to be friends first, and their feelings to form from out of that friendship. I’m really happy with how it turned out. I am very proud of that story. I know I like it … and I hope you will like it too.


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Friday, November 16, 2012

Master Blaster

MASTER BLASTER - Written by Carroll Bryant


Monday, Tuesday, everybody loses
Wednesday, Thursday, days go by
Friday, Saturday, healing the bruises
Sunday comes and goes, say goodbye

You scream, I scream
Love dies in between
Nobody wins
And this is what it really means

Here, there, everywhere
We're the only ones who care
Everybody sees this
Fair is fair

Hold on tight, it's a long ride
Better make sure of your destination
That's right, a long night
Don't be fooled by inspirations
You couldn't leave it well enough alone
Called me out, here I am
Better go home
I can't take this shit anymore
There's no need to feed a sympathy whore

Hold on tight, it's a long ride

He said, she said, everything is turning red
All of this bullshit piling up in my head
My friends, your friends, when will it ever end?
Cyber this, cyber that, cyber sex is pretend

I never thought it would get this far
I don't seem to know you anymore
Wonderland is crashing down
Bodies laying on the ground
Memories, history
Get the fuck away from me

Hold on tight, it's a long ride
Better make sure of your destination
That's right, a long night
Don't be fooled by infatuation
You couldn't leave it well enough alone
Called me out, here I am
Better go home
I can't take this shit anymore
There's no need to feed a sympathy whore

Hold on tight, it's a long ride

You scream, I scream
Love dies in between
Nobody wins
And this is what it really means

Here, there, everywhere
Neither of us even cares
Everybody sees this
Fair ain't fair

Hold on tight, it's a long ride
Better make sure of your destination
That's right, a long night
Don't be fooled by litigation
You couldn't leave it well enough alone
Called me out, here I am
Better go home
I can't take this shit anymore
There's no need to feed a sympathy whore

Hold on tight, it's a long ride


Thursday, November 15, 2012

Believe This

BELIEVE THIS - Written by Carroll Bryant


It’s easy to get lost in your life
Feel me when I get lost in your eyes

I can’t let you go
At least, not at this time
I thought you should know
My heart falls inside of me

Believe this, love reaches for its soul
It’s easy to let it all go

This is my truth
I wait for a sign
I run back to you
All the while I cry

How am I gonna change when everything else stays the same?
I’m addicted to you
I’m addicted to pain
I’m addicted to love
And love is your name and I

Believe this, hearts never mend at all
It’s so hard to trust in it all

I can’t run away
My breath won’t escape
I thought you should know
My feelings are all I can taste

How am I gonna change when everything else stays the same?
I’m addicted to you
I can’t turn the page
I’m addicted to love
And love is your name and I … believe this

It’s easy to get lost in your life
Feel me when I get lost in your eyes

I can’t let you go
At least, not at this time
I thought you should know
My heart falls inside of me


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Bitter The Better

THE BITTER THE BETTER - Written by Carroll Bryant


If everything in life was so simple
Then maybe you and I would be together
It’s the complicated way
In the words we can not say
Or the feelings we can’t exchange
That makes it all so hard to swallow

If getting what you wanted was so easy
Then maybe your hand would be in mine
It’s the truth of who you are
That buries me down so far
And always leaves an ugly scar
That makes it all so hard to deal with

To the point I just can’t deal

Yesterday is where I play
The memories only get sweeter
Even though I heard them say
Memories can sometimes change
The more bitter is the better

Tomorrow is another place
The memories are mailed like a letter
Even though just like your face
Memories can sometimes fade
The more bitter is the better

If she ever wanted to change
I don’t think that I would let her

The bitter the better

If nothing in this world was so wrong
Then maybe you and I would be together
It’s the notion that we care
In the way we’re never there
Or the hope that is despair
That makes it all so hard to conquer

If giving up’s the rule to adhere
Then maybe our hearts would beat in time
It’s the lie within the soul
That never lets me go
Which in turn just lets me know
That you’re still not a believer

To the point I can’t believe

Yesterday is where I play
The memories only get sweeter
Even though I heard them say
Memories can sometimes change
The more bitter is the better

Tomorrow is another place
The memories are mailed like a letter
Even though just like your face
Memories can sometimes fade
The more bitter is the better

If she ever wanted to change
I don’t think that I would let her

The bitter the better

You do your thing
So far from me
No hope you bring
To anything

You play this game
So close to me
No way you can say
Anything
That would mean anything
To me

To the point that you’d mean everything to me

Yesterday is where I play
The memories only get sweeter
Even though I heard them say
Memories can sometimes change
The more bitter is the better

Tomorrow is another place
The memories are mailed like a letter
Even though just like your face
Memories can sometimes fade
The more bitter is the better

If she ever wanted to change
I don’t think that I would let her

The bitter the better


Monday, November 12, 2012

Year Of The Cat Quotes

Here are some quotes I took from my book, YEAR OF THE CAT. I hope you enjoy them.


*** “The smell doesn’t bother me, merely reminds me of the authenticity of life.” ***

*** I squirmed relentlessly that night in my bed. My thoughts revisiting the girl I saw earlier in the day. She was haunting me profusely. And the heat wasn’t helping me either. After I had enough, I ventured to the patio and sat down in a chair, looking out at the now peaceful evening. Only a few stragglers about here and there. They appeared to be midnight acquaintances, if you know what I mean. (And I think that you do.) This place does have that allure to it, I suppose. Give credit where credit is due. Some places are just like that. You know, romantic in a trashy way. ***

*** “Be careful about vengeance against God, he will smite you with the curse of El ángel negro.” ***

*** The scenes from outside my window rolled by like scattered ink from a faulty pen. The sun was bright. The heat was almost unbearable. The air stung my lungs. I wasn’t used to paradise. I was morbid in my structure and movements. Paradise had always been an illustrated portrait of somebody else’s imagination, not mine. ***

*** “We are all doomed, Yankee detective. One day I will come into work and see myself lying on this slab.” ***

*** And make love we did. Twice! The crashing waves communicated to the passion of the moans we let out in our loving embrace, hiding in plain view of apparitions. Our walk was far from over. The day, like my mind, was over. We made it back to my hotel room where once again, we exchanged our heart felt wishes. I couldn’t get enough of what she had to offer. I was losing my sense of direction, my world spinning radically out of control. I was captivated by her insensitivity. Her sophistication was that of an uninterested monk or a diamond resting at the bottom of a dirty river, hiding underneath the mud. I shuddered relentlessly for the third time that evening, her beneath me, accepting my seed willingly. ***

***  His trickery was beginning to get under my crawl. Then again, what wasn’t in this country? It was always devil this and devil that. Christ, so this is where the devil lives? ***

*** I stood before the armoire in my hotel room. I opened the bottle and began my journey to the netherworld. One sip after another, it didn’t take very long. Soon, my mind was not my own. The room spinning, I thought wise to crawl into the bed. I continued my quest for redemption. Part of that quest was to think about her, whom ever she may be. Jude, Isabella, I couldn’t keep track anymore it would seem. It didn’t really matter; she was everything I ever wanted in a girl, minus the oddity of her personality. Then again, the more I dwelled on it; she was refreshing in a psychopathic kind of way. One thing about her, there didn’t seem to be any drama accompanying the shadows living within. Irrationality? Sure. The folly of her ways facilitated the preemptive nature of my ambitions. And my ambitions were to rape her of the last ounce of pointlessness possessing her. I was sure there had to be some. That whimpering in the corner routine was evidence to that. I concluded that there may have been a time when she wore red ribbons on her arms. ***

*** She waved me off. “Help with what? To help this town deal with its demons? To help me deal with mine? Look at you; you can’t even deal with your own. Yes, yes, I can see your discrepancies through these bloodshot eyes. Everybody sees you with her. You parade around like a couple of clowns, swimming in your lust. Laughing stock, that what you be Yankee American, a laughing stock.” ***

*** We sat in the restaurant at a table in the corner. There were a few people patronizing, but the atmosphere was that of stale decadence and somberness. She picked at her food, eating it with her hands. Every other bite she would feed to me. I couldn’t resist. Tasting the food off of her skin was more arousing than it should have been. I would reach for her wrist when her digits slipped inside my mouth, holding them there, sucking on them, savoring every last morsel she held. Her giggles sending me into a state of euphoria, her attention made me feel like the most meaningful creature on Earth, and feeling more important than any man alive. She is a Spell-binder. How easy it is for her to extort my emotions and manipulate them like a trivial finger-puppet. The abomination of it all is; I don’t think she is even trying to impress me, if anything she seems to do everything imaginable to repel me. Still, I won’t budge from her clutch. How could I? She is gorgeous beyond belief. ***




*** She stepped back, and lifted her dress off in one sweet motion. She tossed it off to the side. “Tonight,” She requested, “you will treat me like a whore.” She came forward and slowly descended to her knees. She undid my pants and removed them from my body, along with my boxers. I tore off my shirt. She took me into her hand, massaging me for a few minutes before taking me into her mouth. She never did this before. In fact, that night, we did everything we never did before. Things I only fantasized about. Things Shelly would never allow me to do to her when we were married. Things unspeakable. Things they do in pornography films. She was my whore. I was her bitch. The night was our Ménage à trois. ***

*** “Every town has its secrets.” He began. “San Felipe is no different. Skeletons are hidden in closets for a reason my friend. And trust me when I tell you, San Felipe has many skeletons. The moral of the story is; don’t go snooping into strange closets. You will only find sins and betrayal. Why do you think we drink tequila so much?” ***

*** I raised the bottle to my lips while sitting on the bed in my room. I can smell deception from a mile away, just like I did in the Emilio incident. Hernando wasn’t fooling anybody, but himself. If he thinks for one minute that I was going to let this slide, he has a rude awakening waiting for him around the bend. I brought the bottle back up. I’ve peppered higher ranking officials in my days with my insidious malcontent when the situation called for it. I’ll pepper his burrito ass just as easily. ***

*** I couldn’t help but recall the words Gomez spoke to me. Lie and live. The truth is death. And why did he agree with Hernando when he said that Emilio chose death? And the warning that Irene issued to me was not extracurricular. She meant it. She was serious. Why she said it and what she meant remained a conundrum. There seems to be, in my estimation, more than just a serial killer on the loose. I have now concluded that surreptitiousness surrounds San Felipe and its people. If I may be so bold, I don’t think I want to know what those underhanded shadows are. I may not have any say in the matter. I’m beginning to think that everything in San Felipe is tied together, like one big knot. Wouldn’t that be a kick in the ass? ***

*** And then there she is, living in the depths of my unrest. Jude, Isabella, Elsa and Iris. A multitude of scientific research studies rolled up into one person. How many psychologists would love to get their hands on her? And not just for her screwed up mental state either. There would be many men lined up to take the beating she hands out with just a passing, flirtatious smile. A vixen of absolute trouble to the highest level of ominous one can possibly reach. Even her innocence is menacing. And yet, all are willing to sacrifice themselves on her alter of benevolence. Just as I have. ***

*** Our movements were in sync. Her moans traveled lightly in the semi-darkness. Our shadows cast on the walls what our bodies were immolating under the sheets. The smell of her womanhood penetrated my nostrils like a variety of spices in a gourmet dish. Two bodies merging together, melting into one. “Dame gloria.” She passionately cried. While I don’t understand a word of Spanish, for some unknown reason, I understood this remark as if she had spoken it in English. She said, give me glory. ***

*** The following morning, I awoke. The same results as times before. She was gone. I slowly lifted myself out of the bed and gathered up my clothes. One candle remained lit. I have grown accustomed to seeing in the dark, just like her. Just like a cat. I walked outside, the light was hurting my eyes. It took a few moments for them to adjust. When they did, he was there. “The American vampire has surfaced, I see.” It was the painter.

“You get around, don’t you?”

He sat before his easel and canvas, applying the oils in quest of completing my commissioned piece. “What is it you seek this fine morning, wisdom or absolution?” He responded.

“Both.” I mumbled, moving to get a better view of his work. “That’s turning out nicely.” I complimented.

“The seeker of both is a greedy whale. Be careful of the harpoons from the fishermen of Haiti’s.” ***

*** “I know more about you than you do of yourself. You are an empty shell of a man, lingering like the fog in the heart of a cemetery at midnight with bats swarming all around and hiding from the sunlight of redemption and truth.” ***

*** She stepped away and threw her head back. “Yes, yes, Mr. American Yankee, take me with you. Take me with you to the land of reality television and a fucked up democracy where your politicians argue and fight more than the Federales and drug cartels. Yes,” She continued to layer, “take me to where the economy is dropping faster than a cheap whore in an orgy full of sailors.” ***

*** Where was she taking this? What road was she leading me down? The impeachment of her hypocrisy eats at every fiber of my being. I couldn’t take it any longer. I just couldn’t. “I can think for myself. And after tomorrow, this relationship is over.” I walked to the side of the balcony, fixating my sights back down at the people below. “You are welcomed to join me if you so desire.”
“What I desire,” She made no bones about it, floating up behind me and again, wrapping me in her arms, “is your body on top of mine, where I can dictate this conversation.” ***


Saturday, November 10, 2012

Missed By A Mile

MISSED BY A MILE - Written by Carroll Bryant


We didn’t miss by much
All those times we talked about forever

We couldn’t feel that touch
All those nights we seemed to spend together

I know it’s crazy now to
Always think about you
I try everything I can not to

I know it’s hard to fathom
Hard love and ectoplasm
I ran and still somehow
It’s meaningless to me

We didn’t miss by far
All those days we laughed and played

We couldn’t find our star
All those times we left and stayed away

I know it’s crazy now to
Reflect and think about you
I try everything I can not to

I know it’s hard to cherish
Soft love will always perish
I ran and still somehow
It’s meaningful to me

We didn’t miss by much

Only by a heartbeat
Only by a smile
Only by the skin of our teeth
Only by a mile

Only by a moment passing
Only by an everlasting
Only by a story
Only by a screech

I know it’s hard to ponder
Fake love and endless wonder
I ran and still somehow
It’s meaningless to me

We didn’t miss by much

Only by a hairline fracture
Only by a while
Only by the coming rapture
Only by a mile

Only by a New York minute
Only by a glare
Only by a mystery
Only by a stare

We didn’t miss by much
All those times we talked about forever

We couldn’t feel that touch
All those nights we seemed to spend together

I know it’s crazy now to
Always think about you
I try everything I can not to
I try everything I can to forget you

We didn’t miss by much





Friday, November 9, 2012

Trust

TRUST - Written by Carroll Bryant


I’m watching the clouds
Passing by in the sky
From the corner of my eye
I can see you watch my every move

I’m shaking my head
You’re rolling both your eyes
Why do we even try?
All we need is just a little proof

Trust
It’s rusting in the yard
It’s breaking both our hearts
It’s lying there and wasting on the floor

Trust
It’s dying to be heard
It’s crying from the hurt
It’s trying to bust down the door

I keep checking your emails
Nothing but an internet hell
Looking for a clue
You’re checking mine too

We claim to know the facts
Talking behind each other’s back
The questioning never ends
We even question friends

Trust
It’s rusting in the yard
It’s breaking both our hearts
It’s lying there and wasting on the floor

Trust
It’s dying to be heard
It’s crying from the hurt
It’s trying to bust down the door

And we hold the key to everything
We could be
But instead we look away
From what we’re losing
And we
We hold it all in the palm of our hands
We can’t begin again
We can only end this foolish game

This charade

I’m watching the clouds
Passing by in the sky
From the corner of my eye
I can see you watch my every move

Trust
It’s rusting in the yard
It’s breaking both our hearts
It’s lying there and wasting on the floor

Trust
It’s dying to be heard
It’s crying from the hurt
It’s trying to bust down the door

It just doesn’t live here anymore


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Year Of The Cat (The Book)

Year Of The Cat is perhaps the most unusual of my published works thus far. First of all, the story takes place in San Felipe, Mexico. I use a lot of Spanish in this book, but not too much where it will drive you crazy. One of things readers have mentioned to me is that they appreciated the translation. I think often times when a writer goes to telling a story using multiple languages, they don't translate very well for the reader. I do this by way of the characters. Mostly through Lancaster Parks because he himself doesn't speak Spanish so there are parts throughout the book he keeps looking to somebody to translate for him. It almost becomes somewhat comical.

Originally, I thought to have the story take place in Paris, France. That idea went by the wayside when, through one of my Mexican friends at the time, I was reminded of the deep historical value of Mexicans when it comes to religion and superstitions. This is the main focal point of the story so having that tradition behind their culture really made a huge difference. And with the help of a few Mexican friends, I was able to better write and translate the language.

I have also been thanked by my Mexican (and Spanish speaking) readers for properly writing their language. I think too often, especially in todays everything access via internet world, some writers depend too much on translation sources. Sure, it was a big help to me too, however, being able to have friends who speak Spanish was what made this process so much easier. I used a few of my Mexican friends to help me with corrections when the story was completed.

The idea for the book rested in my head for about three years before I decided to write it. When I made the last minute change from France to Mexico, I had to quickly come up with some names. As for the mystery woman in the book, I fell back on a friend at that time and pretty much used her name(s), seeing how just as with my female character, my old friend also had a personality conflict. (If I may say it in that manner)

Much of the female character in this book was taken from that friend.

As for the main character, Lancaster Parks, I fell back on a guy I knew in the miliatary. I drew from him to create my asshole detective. One of my favorite things to do is to make my main characters unlikeable in the beginning then get the reader to actually start liking them. I do this by cleverly placing an even worse asshole in the story. Of course, in the beginning, many do not realize who the biggest asshole is until the end. 

As with most of my books, I like to add many different elements into the story. Many different characters that are needed to carry this out. Comedy, drama, suspense, mystery, romance, or in this case, mild erotica. I also like for my main character(s) to change. To be different somewhat at the end than what they were in the beginning. I also provide reasons for these changes. Often times, those reasons are nothing more than just the evolution of life. Everything around us is changing. That's just the way life is. it is constantly changing and we need to change ourselves just a little if we are going to keep up. I make sure my characters go through this too. It makes everything a little more realistic. 

One of the elements I decided to use in this story was the paranormal. I think it adds a little something/something to the whole story. It helps to keep the mystery going along. And in this case, it helps Lancaster to solve his case.

Police corruption is in full force in this story through the character of Hernando Felix. The history of man is filled with abuse of power. Not one person has ever NOT abused what power they were given. It's humanly impossible. Even I have abused my powers from time to time. Even my father. Abuse of power doesn't always mean somehting horrible. In my father's case, he had the power of hire and fire of employees. He had given a friend a job a time or two who had no experience over people who did have it. That's a form of abuse. In this case, with Hernando, he is no different. he does what we all do to try and survive in the society we were born into. That's all. Granted, his abuse extends into the realm of horrendous, but still, even his intentions are somewhat fairly good. (I think)

People seem to really like Gomez. He is the "comic relief" in an otherwise very dramatic situation. many readers feel that he is smarter than what he lets on. (And perhaps he his) But without Gomez, I don't think this book would be as interesting. Still, through it all, most readers have confessed to being blown away by the ending. (Just a little) And certainly not what they were expecting. But I tell them, in reallife, not all justice is served. Some inncoent people get locked away and or die while some guilty people go free. It's not a perfect world. I wanted that imperfection in this story.


Check out Year Of The Cat - available for all major E-Readers.

Amazon Kindle - Barnes and Noble Nook - Kobo - E-Book Pie - Copia - Sony Reader The Reader Store

Also available @ Apple Store Dot Com for ipad users.

  

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Boy Toy

BOY TOY - Written by Carroll Bryant


Been believin'
You been conceivin'
Another plan to break my heart

You’re cruising
For another bruising
Soul to soul and rip your world apart

How many times do I need to sacrifice?
Your love only plays with my head
How many times can I take the blade
Of your knife
Before this boy toy is lying dead in your bed?

Your midnight touches sets my body
On fire
Holding you, there is no truth
Just this evil desire

Run away? Hell, I can’t even walk
This whole thing is such a shame
Listening to the box, I sing

Been believin'
You been deceivin'
Another stand you make that falls apart

You’re lurking
Face down in the fucking dirt
Soul to soul and there’s go my fucking heart

How many times will you blow my mind?
Nothing you do anymore shocks me
I’m waiting on the Mexico line
For your life
To just mother-fucking rock me

Your hotel love is behind me
Years I can’t steal away
Never talk about them nights
Holding you, there is no imagination
Just two people who live to die in
The middle of the fight

Walk away? Hell, I’m better off to run
Hunted by the gun that is your eyes
Listening to the wind, I sing

Run away? Hell, I can’t even walk
This whole thing is such a shame
Nothing but a god damn shame

This is the end to everything

Monday, November 5, 2012

Forever Things (Flight Of The Raven) The Song

"Forever Things" is perhaps my favorite song of all the songs I have written and recorded in the studio at this point. I wrote it for my mother when we went through a very tough time. I can't remember what caused us to stop talking to each other for so long (or maybe I do and just don't want to say) but it was a very sad time in my life. Hers too, I'm sure.

My mother and I have always been close. I often compared it to "Elvis and Glady's Presley" only, with more spark. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that my mother did not understand my "need" to write. Nobody else in the family ever demonstrated an artistic side to them like me. I never understood it either.

The music to the song came first. It was inspired a few years before our fall-out. It popped into my head one day after watching the movie "The Crow" starring Brandon Lee.

When my mother and I clashed, I walked away and did not speak to her for quite a long time. Several years in fact. One day, while in Yoctangee Park in Chillicothe, Ohio, on a rainy day, I wrote a poem which would later be used for the song. I called the poem "Forever Things" and the instrumental part I called "Flight Of The Raven"

Since the time we mended our fences, our relationship has never been stronger. I think she finally came to terms with my writing. I think i did too. I always tried to look at my writing as both a blessing and a curse. I have stated on many occasions that I never once woke up a day in my life wanting to be a writer. I just woke up one day and realized that I was a writer. Writing chose me.

Anyhow, I am supplying a link to the song on my Youtube Channel and the lyrics below. I am also supplying a link to the instrumental version as well.


Flight Of The Raven (Instrumental)





Forever Things (Flight Of The Raven)





You're a star
Falling from nowhere from afar
You are nothing like anything I have ever seen
A dream inside a dream

You're the way
The way I know that I can never say
And anyplace I go I know I'm not supposed to be
Lost in eternity

Fly into my heart
Dance inside my pain
Hide behind my fears
Melt inside my flames

Fly into my heart
Dance inside my pain
Hide behind my fears
Melt inside my flames

Fly
Fly into another place and time
Fly through all the madness that swirls inside my mind
And maybe you will find forever things

Fly
Fly into the darkness of my light
Fly through all the weakness that grows on the other side
And maybe you will find forever things