The very best kind…

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We talk every day
About nothing at all
Nothing and everything
Depends on your call

We share the world
In tangible little bits
Rescuing each other
From the darkest of pits

We laugh and we cry
To help save our sanity
Sometimes spouting
A smidge of profanity

We listen and encourage
As often as we’re able
Even on the days
When we’re sort of unstable

We know each other well
Heart, soul, and mind
Friends like this
Are the very best kind

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Among the wildflowers

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Among the wildflowers
I laid my heart bare
Speaking to myself
But imagining you there

Your eyes stared back
Hungry with need
As I spilled the words
My heart ached to bleed

You felt the fire
Underneath my dress
As I searched for heartstrings
Embedded on my chest

You fueled my flame
With your incessant desire
And I couldn’t hold back
From what you’d inspired

I gave myself over
To your smoldering touch
Pulling you closer
Wanting you so much

With my eyes closed tight
I uttered your name
On the edge of bliss
You were now mine to claim

I took all you offered
Begging for more
Freeing my desire
Like never before

And in breathless euphoria
My body laid bare
Hidden by wildflowers
Yet you were still there

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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The wonder of love…

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Far away
In the depths of slumber
You reach for me
And pull me under

Across the miles
Past the deepest of seas
Nothing could ever
Keep you from me

For even in dreams
I am still there
While the rest of the world
Remains unaware

This is the wonder
Of love at its core
And there will never be another
That I want more

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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There I was…

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There I was,
a tarnished piece of nothingness,
just another fowl crumb of an existence,
with all the potential of a rain gutter,
yet still, you chose me.

You unearthed my shameful soul
and held me lovingly in the palm of your hand.
Then, after peeling away mounds of corroded debris,
I was no longer a piece of blackened chaff.

Instead, I became your prized gem,
an anomaly I hadn’t foreseen.
And your sovereign hand still continues,
to unfold each gossamer petal of my potential,
showing the world what real love can do.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Breaking the Mask – Anthony Johnson

Today I’m excited to share the book, “Breaking the Mask,” written by a dear old friend of mine, Anthony Johnson (Aka Henry Game).  Anthony was one of the first friends I made on WordPress, and I’m so happy to share his very first book with all of you.  If you’re able, please share this post.  Thanks!  😉 ~M

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The book is Historical Fantasy that spans from 1530s England to the present day in New York City. It is a story of regret, of ambition; adventure; failure; love. But most of all, it is a story of finding forgiveness.

It is available on Amazon worldwide and will soon be available on all major distribution platforms as a POD service.

 

A brief introduction:

When you have decided that your time is at an end, and that it will come by your own hand, the countdown to the final event is when your deepest regret will come for you, and hard.

Yet for Henry, almost 500 years old, the newfound purpose of living to die has finally given him clarity. Life without the promise of death is meaningless and cyclical. The only thing left that scares him now is dying without explaining his actions, without saying he’s sorry for what he has done.

He uses his last days to set pen to paper, to gather his journals and accounts. His focus is finally clear, death has given him the impetus required to face his greatest shame before it is too late. He will tell his story, and be what may, he will have a clean conscience when the time comes to die.

The hope is to seek forgiveness from the son he shamelessly abandoned only days after the birth. Even if it is only words and memories that he offers, it is surely better than nothing. Yet what he creates is not just a recounting of secret history, it is also an honest explanation, a confession, of his darkest deeds and gravest sins; it is a parable that he hopes his own flesh and blood can learn from and hopefully not repeat the same mistakes.

The entries range from early sixteenth century to the present day; from setting the dinner table for evening meal on Good Friday 1532, to sailing across the Atlantic Ocean in 1814, onward to the war with the USA; from scaling the tower of Pope Clement VII, to eating gingerbread in the company of three extremely bizarre sisters and a very greedy young Germanic girl named Gretel.

We travel with Henry as he transforms from an innocent child into what he must become in order to survive the trials placed in his path. As those closest to him die, Henry turns away from love, allowing anger to fill the void. Rage becomes the fuel that stokes his fire. And he uses this inferno to numb the pain of loss. Before long we have a man with a good heart that does terrible things, and all in the name of revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.

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AMAZON LINKS:

Amazon-US – Breaking the Mask

Amazon-UK – Breaking the Mask

Amazon-AU – Breaking the Mask

 
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Anthony hails from Bolton, England.

He has a passion for research and history, picking at the seams of documented events to unravel fresh perspective.

He now lives in Australia with his wife, two boys, dog, cat, & three chickens.

Breaking The Mask is his debut novel.