My advocate
My psychic
My therapist
My author
My magician
My guide
Through all the illusions
That would otherwise lie to me and make me weep
Tears of confusion and disillusion
Offering all that he can for me to get through them
And ultimately I will find my way...in time.
As a writer and artist Timothy specializes in science-fiction fantasy, horror, and erotica. When the wind is right he also works on a little poetry from time to time. He is a published writer of the science-fiction fantasy novel, entitled “Pariah”
http://www.amazon.com/Pariah-Timothy EarlGoodwin/dp/1413713025
which is available at Amazon.com. Currently he is in the process of trying to get two novels published: An Epic Fantasy, entitled, “Tears of the Le’igro” and the fantasy-horror novel, “Darkness Within". He has been interviewed by 1st Angel, and is recognized as an illustrator at “A Novel Idea”’s blogzine. Furthermore, he has received encouragement from Tor Science Fiction and Fantasy.
He's not unfamiliar with interviews on the radio, and always looks forward to the moments when they come his way.
Oprah hasn’t seem to take notice of him yet; although several friends have sent his story to her—Lady Goddess bless them all in their good intentions.
As one who specializes in creativity, he does a lot of work on table top modules for RPG gaming, including, but not limited to—full-length adventures and art-design. He has finished the Demo for Module A1 “Darkness Beyond”; which will allow players to explore his “Darkness” series in an RPG format for only $2.00!! The Demo is availabe in his store at Rendered Realities, along with a 500 page PDF of the entire novel, "Darkness Within", for $5.00!!
He has lived extensively throughout the US; including ten years in Alaska. He believes that all people’s belief-structures are valid, as long as they don’t interfere with the livlihood or belief-structure of another; obviously this incongruity makes it difficult for people to be friends. He doesn't think that peace is something that can be forced, only perceived, and he has a low tolerance for people who are mean. Sooooo, don’t be shy, drop him a line; everyone has a story to tell, and he would like to hear yours!!
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http://www.freewebs.com/orion005
SOMETIMES THE ONE
Getting through insanity is the hardest valley that I have ever known. I know what it is like to be ignored, betrayed, forsaken; I know what it is like when cherished friends suddenly leave you—sometimes taking with them all the smiles and tears of joy that you have shared throughout the years, stealing them away when they go, and leaving you in desolation…
Getting through insanity takes work—like reaching for all the stars in the heavens and bringing them down to share with you—yet, I feel that I have walked into the Abyss of insanity for so long—ridden the Express Train through Hell countless times, that I know the landscape, and sometimes I can balance it all on the tip of a pen…
And again I step quietly and boldly into the Abyss of insanity; I was the only one who could do it at the time. I was the only one who could fight the Darkness, and The Darkness Beyond, so that I might return again quietly back Home…
I sometimes remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday, and sometimes I too can see Paradise by the dashboard light; and this time we are the ones burning like the middle of the edge of a—but I quietly and boldly step into the Abyss of insanity, where the ghosts sometimes scream maniacally in the whispering winds of my mind…
In the Darkness now. In the Darkness and Beyond…
Hello, Darkness, my Old Friend, I have come to glean answers from you again; answers to set the world right once more, as you see that it is blinded itself to its own cruelty…and now I need some answers from you, so that the world might see again the way life was truly meant to be… But you know that I was just a Dreamer—you taught me that; you taught me how to do something out of this world, and now, I want to bring it back Home…
So remember me at Christmas or Halloween, those are the days I shine the brightest, and other days I find it serendipitous if I am just a glistening twinkle in your eye.
Oh—how I try…
But as we all know, all work and no play, makes me immune to sanity; and if that’s truly the world’s curse, then tell me, Darkness, how I can teach it to heal itself…does it really need me to show it how…?
Can it get along just fine without me?
If not, then it must pay heed to my words when they are so clear, otherwise they are all in vain; like raindrops falling gently on your window…you may never know…
I have to be up working, while the world sleeps…writing and fighting the world’s nightmares and her darkness, even while insane spirits hammer at the doors of my mind—trying to break in to steal away my time, where I am no help to anyone. I can hear them, I can see them, and they ARE the Devil’s curse…
I write and fight, that I may justifiably exorcise the world’s Demons and its nightmares, that she may sleep more peaceably. I am awake while the world sleeps, trying to find answers that elude me, so that I might in fact offer her a little salve to help with the healing; and all the while trying to inspire miracles; even while she fights me with her demons, nightmares, and illusions—trying to seduce and confuse me, so that I might lose my way back Home again, somewhere…in time.
NO ONE knows which way the coin will fall. However, I still know this: the answer still lies within your soul. But then again, it’s rather sad, because I have looked around, and sometimes I cannot seem to find, whatever is always rolling through my mind…
And I see the Big Wheels turning, and still I write, for the might of what I perceive to be right. Even while the world sleeps, I write, with a tear in my eye, never having wanted to say goodbye…
Now, do you think that you still need me?
I feel the pressure the same as you
Now let us see what we can do…
While the world sleeps, I write. And even though I may not be able to see—I can still feel; and sometimes that’s all I need to heal…
So trust me in your heart, I will do my part not to break yours; for I have felt the broken hearts of those living on the edge of the night…and I know how truly painful a heartache can be.
Which is why I came…
Now, do you still need me?
I have been through Hell the same as you
And although our Hell may not be the same
I can feel what it is that you are going through
I have seen the Darkness and Beyond the Darkness
I know my way through
I know where the sharks reside
And how to avoid them
And I can show you how to avoid them too
And if you need me to help you float your boat
On the Seas of Time’s Reflections
You need only offer your voice and your ear
For I will always be near
To help you steer your way beyond adversity and opposition
And help you find the path that is clear
For you to carry on…
I am your advocate
I am your psychic
I am your therapist
I am your artist
I am your author
I am your magician
And I will be your guide
Through all the illusions
That would otherwise lie to you and make you weep
Tears of confusion and disillusion
I offer all that I can for you to get through them
And ultimately you will find your way…in time.
http://www.keen.com/details/Advocate-Timothy/Life-Questions/9806867
HELLO DARKNESS
Hello Darkness, my old friend, you came for me again.
To shadow my thoughts and darken my way.
Torment my dreams and bury my soul.
Every light I lit you would take control.
With your icy breath your darkness you would throw.
The harder I fought the stronger you got.
I kicked and screamed and kicked some more,
not sure I could or would even be able to win.
Where in life had I gone wrong?
What was my immense sin?
Was I deserving of this hell you were pulling me to?
Your only answer was that ghastly grin.
Then beyond the shadows of your darkness...
a stab of light did pierce your heart.
A light so bright it brought you down.
Someone holding a candle...
Someone stronger than you.
Someone who has been to the depths of your darkness,
knew right where I would be.
Knew right where you are happiest.
Helped me remember, helped me believe.
Reminded me I'm a survivor,
a fighter,
not one to lose all hope and cower to you.
Taking me by the hand, led me out and away from you.
I now hold this candle that was handed to me.
This is my life I must defend, you will never be able to win.
Try as you might I will never lose sight.
For your darkness can never blow out this light.
The harder you try the brighter it shines.
You won't win me over so say your goodbyes.
This candle was given with heartfelt care.
Its glow is stronger than your darkness... so just beware.
It will remain on the mantel of my soul to help guide my steps
through the journey of obstacles you throw my way.
You can't blow it out for it is here to stay.
