Winter Is Here

The cold bites,
my fingers hide curled inside my jacket pockets,
my face buried beneath my scarf,
wrapped to shield my visage.

Jacket donned, I walk,
snow silencing my every step,
periodically slipping on the ice.

Between near-face-plants,
and near misses by snowball ambushes,
I am relaxed.

There is nothing quite like the winter,
before it is set upon by,
the return of urbanization.

The heavenly time,
when the snow first falls,
blanketing us all beneath it,
and the world stops for just a little while,
to sink into its ambivalence.

Either basking in its beauty,
or gawking open-mouthed,
attempting to search for,
the snowy pit of despair,
their heart had fallen into,
by the snow shovel.

I am the former group however,
and there is no moment more magical,
than the silence brought upon,
by the first blanket of snow.

Untouched by any hands,
unscathed by dirt and car tires,
un-scorched by the tired curses of angry car owners,
un-extorted by the snowplow industry.

I know eventually, that it will be freezing rain and blizzards,
but I’m shoving it into the back of my mind, because I am going to make this a happy occasion, damn it!
Humming a happy tune, as I walk through the winter wonderland,
children making snow-forts, laughter filling the streets,
empty of cars, because they’re all stuck.

Icicles hang, refracting the light from all around.

Happy songs carry through the streets,
pleasant smiles and reddened cheeks,
greet you with a “good-day!”

I walk past houses,
catching faint glimmers of
the soft light from within.

I walk past canals,
where the ice has been carved
by the skates of carefree people,
gliding, almost flying through on the
December breeze.

All the while, a short ways away,
passionate hockey players smash heads,
but play on, kept warm by the fire in their veins.

Obligatory happy couples eat ice cream on a bench,
yes, ice cream, I live in Canada.

I go home for a quiet night in,
and a nice hot chocolate,
simmering to perfection,
its sweet smell wafting through the air.

A yuletide movie plays in the background,
lovely music unpolluted by anything from Disney.

Let it snow, let it snow,

Yeah, that’s not what you thought I was going to say, was it?

All of this, plus Eddard Stark, serves as a wonderful reminder,
that winter, is here.

Now, time to do that damned driveway….

And Since We Have No Place To Go…..

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Welcome readers, to the end of November, and the beginning of December.

At the turning of the month, I am both sad and happy.

Sad, because I was unable to complete the NaBloPoMo challenge, due to my spectacular internet, being nothing but a pain in the backside for the last couple of weeks. I now have a backlog of content, which I will be posting over the next little while.

Happy, however, for this coming month is one of my favourites of the year. It is the time, when I can finally embrace the spirit of the holidays, and the beautiful threshold of eternity that is the Canadian winter.

To get things kicked off, you might notice that M.C. Scriptor is snowing. This is a very nice and festive aesthetic brought to you by the wonderful people at WordPress. In addition to that however, I am making some changes and additions to the blog, starting with the rather outdated about page, which I have now re-written. ( http://mcscriptor.com/about/ )

There is plenty to come my friends, and I look forward to being around the blog more this month! See you soon! -M.C. Scripturus

I got to thinking

Sometimes, it’s hard to uproot a problem.

Sometimes, it’s because the problem has been there for so long, you can’t see it anymore, because it has just melded into the background of normalcy.

It is at that point, I’ve found, that it takes a keen eye, and self-awareness, to find this camouflaged monster under the bed, Waldo of life, secret in the closet, whatever you want to call it.

The one secret weapon everyone had though, is that all problems, always come to an end.

The Teacher Student Ratio

Everybody teaches something in life,

whether it’s the overly complicated answer to some quadratic equation,

or simply how to be happy,

there is things we pass on in our lives,

whether we know it or not.

And even when we’ve passed along all we know,

it’s never too late, to keep learning.

What It Means to be Human

I have lived through the break of dawn, and the light of day,falling in love 2

through setting sun, and dark of night,

have scaled mountains,

and drowned in the oceans,

I have lived the fires of hell,

and lights of heaven,

for I am human,

I live the ups and downs.

I have felt the fall of love,

and the plunge of heartbreak,inferno 2

the highs of hopes,

the troughs of disappointment,

the fire of anger,

the searing of pain,

the tearing of sorrow,

the sting of loss

and the darkness of sadness.

I know the warmth of embrace,

and the sweet air of freedom,

broken chains of liberty, Continue reading

The Prophetic Poems

So, recently, I have discovered that my writings seem to have a prophetic effect.

About two weeks ago, I was working on a rant entitled, “The Internet Is Rolling Over In It’s Virtual Grave”, upon which my internet crashed, and my computer ceased working.

Earlier I had created an Almost-Story about my creativity dying… following that, I suffered writer’s block for several days. (Both of these pieces will be posted soon, once some issues are resolved.)

I have thus concluded, my writings are prophetic. So, lets see how prophetic it might be…

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Matching Numbers:

The lottery numbers all matched up,

I happily screamed without let-up, Continue reading