Not A Rock Story...........
.............but related to the rock collector I am.........
.............................Into The Battle.....................
...........of words. As I prepared myself for battle, my hair was shorn, and my bearded face was bared. The better to show my enemy whom would slay him. And I dressed myself in new garments and mail, that he might know the honor of his killing. I prepped myself with my knowledge, reciting it fully. I mounted my steed of winged shiny metal, and flew into the enemy's valley to face the battle of our words. We met on the field of battle, and acknowledged the other. We drew our worded swords and thrust and parried. First left, and then right, as the sun rose overhead, and our blades connected and cut. A bit here, and a bit there, one slice at a time. Long hours of battling, the battleground was covered with the blood of his interrogations, and the truths of my deeds. After long hours he relented in exhaustion, as I had no more to say. He gathered his troops in retreat, as mine held the battlefield as ours. We will only know on the morrows, whom will live from it all to tell. And whether truths bring justice, to we victims of their arrogance..........Amen...
The Battle Of Words In Deposition, in the Willamette Valley Of Death, Portland Oregon. (Oct 29th,2009)..............from the Sagas of Erik The Wild One...........
...............though I will never feel I have won anything in this process of justice o'er the wrongful death of my wife. I will be glad to fairly soon now have some closure, and let her spirit rest in peace. Teri I will love you forever more.........
.............................Into The Battle.....................
...........of words. As I prepared myself for battle, my hair was shorn, and my bearded face was bared. The better to show my enemy whom would slay him. And I dressed myself in new garments and mail, that he might know the honor of his killing. I prepped myself with my knowledge, reciting it fully. I mounted my steed of winged shiny metal, and flew into the enemy's valley to face the battle of our words. We met on the field of battle, and acknowledged the other. We drew our worded swords and thrust and parried. First left, and then right, as the sun rose overhead, and our blades connected and cut. A bit here, and a bit there, one slice at a time. Long hours of battling, the battleground was covered with the blood of his interrogations, and the truths of my deeds. After long hours he relented in exhaustion, as I had no more to say. He gathered his troops in retreat, as mine held the battlefield as ours. We will only know on the morrows, whom will live from it all to tell. And whether truths bring justice, to we victims of their arrogance..........Amen...
The Battle Of Words In Deposition, in the Willamette Valley Of Death, Portland Oregon. (Oct 29th,2009)..............from the Sagas of Erik The Wild One...........
...............though I will never feel I have won anything in this process of justice o'er the wrongful death of my wife. I will be glad to fairly soon now have some closure, and let her spirit rest in peace. Teri I will love you forever more.........
