How Lost Should Have Ended

LOST
if it had been written by Jim Blow
*possible Spoilers exist*

The entire series of Lost starts with Jack opening his eyes.
The entire series ends with the team jumping around through time after white flashes, that the show never entirely has them stop.
Well let's be real, the last two season of LOST were a flop on what originated as the greatest show ever made. (why a flop? We can get to my review another day. But basically they had to close on something they hadn't considered. So we got a whole lot all at once. People controlling the island, people who knew about the island, people switching teams left and right, a whole flipping city full of people who have apparently been just chilling here--some of which were on the original plane!--then there was a horrible explanation to the black smoke, and so on.) So here's where my idea comes into play.

One last white flash, and we see Jack open his eyes, he goes tearing through the jungle, and when he comes out of the trees, he sees the plane crash. We end the series back where we started.

Academy of Heroes 10

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p5

Flynn walked innocently down the street. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Everything was still around him. Pulling the straps of his backpack tighter over his broad shoulders, Flynn couldn't help but take another breath. The trees lining his walkway rustled slightly in the breeze, and the flowers surrounding the trees' trunks seemed to grow before Flynn's eyes, feasting on the warm sunlight that seeped through the over-hanging tree branches to grasp hold of the Easter-colored petals. Flynn looked down at the green, green grass that covered the ground from one part of land to the next. It was soft, neatly trimmed, and as comfortable as a well-feathered pillow. The scene almost looked animated in how majestic and calm everything was. A cheery bicyclist nodded to Flynn as he passed. Flynn stopped a moment, bending so his face was close to the ground. He examined the small stem of what was to become a brilliant yellow tulip. There was so much potential in yet this tiny bud. At first glance, the plant may have seemed as a thorn among roses, but Flynn's key eye understood that this wasn't a thorn in the roses, but a future sight to behold. The morning sun poured downward upon Flynn's back. In his t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, Flynn wasn't hot beneath the sun's gaze, but rather he felt lifted. Rising again to his full height at nearly six feet, Flynn thought there had never been a morning as peaceful or beautiful as this one. But whether that was so or not, Flynn wasn't enjoying himself like he was before. The fragrance of the day was dampened, somehow. The hope instilled in the sprouting tulip was diminished. Nothing here held the effects they once had. Everything was grayer, and less impressive. Sighing, Flynn walked across the fresh grass, stepping on the tulip as he went. None of it really mattered anymore. He'd killed the heroes and the villains of the story.

Little did Flynn know, the morning was fleeting, and soon the scene that had brought him joy and comfort would strip his mind of anything but remorse and discomfort. For as Flynn took another deep breath of spring air, a black car rumbled down the street toward him. There were three men in this car, and they weren't enjoying the morning like Flynn was. In fact, they were armed. These men were about to wreck the wonderful day for Flynn--and they'd step on the small, sprouting tulip that Flynn had foreseen an instilled hope wherewith.

Yes, little did Flynn know that Obviators were in their recruiting season.
Not all of them had been killed, and now they wanted Flynn to join them because he was a hero. He'd defeated all of the villains, and they wanted him to join them. Besides, the villains would rise again someday.
For now, all was well.

Academy of Heroes 9

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p4

Flynn tore out of the Overseer's office. He made his way down to the plane hanger. A stack of boxes sat against a wall where they'd been unloaded to. Tears streaming from his face, Flynn tore the lid off one of the boxes. Inside was several packages of neatly packed explosives. Flynn pulled several of them out. He ran about the Eldritch base, throwing the bombs everywhere he could. He'd bring the Academy down on top of itself. As the base blew to pieces behind him, Flynn jumped in one of the Eldritch aircrafts.
Taking off away from the exploding base, Flynn couldn't help but think back.
Everything had happened so fast. He hadn't understood any of it. The goodguys were the badguys who destroyed the badguys who were actually goodguys, and the whole world thought the badguys were the goodguys when actually it was the other way around, and the goodguys were actually the badguys. Perhaps the badguys had done some good things, but the goodguys had done some bad, too. And the goodguys who were actually badguys did both good and bad things. However, the badguys who were actually goodguys also did both good and bad things.
So who was who?
What was what?
Flynn rubbed his sleeve against his face, mopping up his confused tears. The Eldritch and Obviators were both gone, and nobody would ever know. There were no Villains anymore, but that meant there were no Heroes anymore, either. Flynn had helped the wrong team to win. But things weren't righted now.
Now there wasn't a society of good-doing Heroes.

Academy of Heroes 8

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p3

"Who dares disrupt my lunchbreak?" The Overseer bellowed.
Flynn immediately shrunk back, wishing he'd never asked Jed to bring him here.
Jed nudged Flynn forward.
"We found this kid at the Obviator's camp. They were trying to inaugurate him." Jed explained.
"Jed told me that I could be an Eldritch." Flynn said just louder than a whisper.
"Ha! And you can!" The Overseer smiled, turning to face Flynn for the first time.
Flynn perked up. "How!?"
The Overseer scratched at his chin. "Follow me, little boy."
Flynn picked himself up and ran after the Overseer, who marched out of the room.
Jed flashed Flynn a thumbs up. Secretly, though, Jed knew what was about to happen.
There weren't spots on the Eldritch team open.
The Overseer would have to break it to the kid that he couldn't be a Hero.
Heroism isn't for everybody.
Flynn followed the Overseer into another room.
"This is my personal office, Flynn." The Overseer said, moving to a desk.
"It's impressive," Flynn said honestly, curious if he was about to be turned into a hero.
"However, I'm afraid you can't be a hero."
"Wh-Why not!?"
"We don't have room for anymore. And, we aren't heroes to begin with."
"What do you mean?" Flynn asked, stumbling backward.
The Overseer tossed a pin to Flynn. On it was the word: Obviator.
"I'm afraid you just found yourself among the villains. Isn't the world so much better without the heroes? Too bad you never took Zed's offer. Yes, I know the one. Ha! If only you knew how twisted the scales really are."

POEM IV

With arrogant ears, you dont hear much
Through ignorant eyes you cant see far
But unless you overcome such a crutch,
You wont see my emotional scars

You dont understand, though claim to try,
And cant slip through my broken bars
Words mean nothing when your actions lie
You wont see my emotional scars

Betrayal negates your apologies
Heartbreak defies my loss
You know what's carried in the breeze
You can see my emotion scars; they're cross.

My emotional scars now plain to see
My burdens now gladly shared
At long last you've obtained the key,
Yet squander it in stares

You weep for me, when my pain greets your eye
Realization jars
Thats right, you werent there for me
I bear another emotional scar

Academy of Heroes 7

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p2

"This is the ropes course," Jed explained, showing Flynn into a large room set with long ropes several feet off the ground.
"What is it I'm supposed to do in here, exactly?" Flynn asked, looking at the mass of rope.
"This is where we train...Heroes, kid."
Flynn gasped, looking at the room. "So this is where Heroes are made?"
"What's better than being the Knight, Wizard, or Hero?" Jed asked rhetorically. "It's being the one who creates them."
Flynn frowned. "And who is it that makes them?"
"The Overseer," Jed smirked. "He's the one that trains us."
"Do you think that I could--"
"Meet him? Sure. Follow me. You'll love it here with the Eldritch, Flynn."
Flynn smiled. This place was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be. Heroes were made in this place, and now he was going to be made in to one.

Academy of Heroes 6

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p1

Flynn stepped off of the Eldritch airship. He looked all around, noticing all of the scenery before him. This was the Academy. Here was where all Heroes were trained. Of course, there wasn't much use for them now. This was cause for Flynn to stop.
"What will you do now?" Flynn asked.
"What do you mean?" Jed asked, carrying a crate off of the ship.
"The Obviators are all gone. What will the Eldritch do when there aren't anymore villains to face?" Flynn explained.
Jed just laughed and walked away. Flynn furrowed his brow, hurrying after the others. They stopped in some sort of dining hall. Jed stood up on the table in front of all the others.
"Our Victory Feast is in an hour. Do what it is we do until then." Jed announced.
Everybody nodded, and moments later the room was cleared. Flynn approached Jed unsuredly.
"What do you want me to do?" Flynn asked.
"Well, Flynn, come with me. I'll show you the ropes." Jed responded.

Academy of Heroes 5

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p5

Flynn walked around the warehouse.

Eldritch men were scouring the grounds.

The bodies of Obviators strewn the grounds.

Stopping, Flynn swallowed and looked down. Zed was on the ground, looking up into the sky. Life had escaped between his open lips.
"What's your name, kid?" a man behind Flynn asked.
Flynn turned around. "I'm Flynn."
The man nodded, smiling. Shaking Flynn's hand, the man said, "I'm Jed. Son, how would you like to join the Eldritch?"
Gaping, Flynn nodded, unable to find the words to describe how much this all meant to him.
He had just been invited to join the Eldritch.
Flynn was going to the Academy.
Heroism was now Flynn's destiny. The Obviators were no more.
Now there was only the Eldritch, and Flynn was one of them.

Academy of Heroes 4

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p4

"All right!" Flynn screamed. "I'll help you."

Zed nodded, turning the blender off. "I hoped you'd change your mind. Today's you're lucky day, Mr. Flynn. You can join the Obviators and keep all of your fingers."

Flynn let out a deep breath of air. He was sweating, and his heart beat against his chest like a mallet on a tough drum.

Zed stood up and left the room, promising to return shortly. As soon as he was gone, Flynn stood up. He'd tied his share of knots, and he recognized--and freed himself from--these makeshift knots rather quickly. As soon as he was free of his binding, Flynn stood up and made a break for the open door.

He'd been right about the body of water, and less right about somebody using the bathroom. This warehouse was placed right beside some lake. Flynn could guess what lake it was, but he had no idea what town he was in.

Just then a plane swooped overhead. Zed looked over at Flynn with a look of pained agony.

"So much for our plans," Zed cried. "The Eldritch are here."

Flynn's gaze shot from his captor to the plane. Something big was about to go down.

"You should've helped us, Flynn. I think you'll find soon enough that you've made a huge mistake." Zed tried, pulling out a weapon and running away.

"Don't count on it," Flynn smiled, watching in amazement as ropes were thrown from the plane, and Eldritch soldiers jumped out. "The heroes are here, Zed."

Academy of Heroes 3

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p3

"I'll never help you!" Flynn shouted.

Zed looked displeased. He turned away from Flynn for a moment. This had been an issue with people they'd recruited in the past. Zed, himself, had been in the same chair saying the same things as Flynn was now.

"Look, kid," Zed frowned, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "We're asking a small role in the operation. That's it. Then you can go back to your botanist reserves."

Flynn's eyes thinned to slits as he looked upon his bald captor with bear and honest scrutiny. In addition to the water Flynn had been able to hear before was the song of free birds.

"The world would collapse without the Eldritch, you Obviator scum!" Flynn spat.

Zed sighed. Flynn didn't have any idea who he was really standing up for, or why.

"That's right Flynn, we're the treacherous villains. And right now, I'm going to cut you a nice deal. Or perhaps I'll just cut you." Zed continued, "The villains will win this one, Flynn. Are you in or out?"

"I'll never help you!" Flynn shouted again.

Zed nodded, walking away. He returned moments later with a kitchen blender. Flynn watched as the Obviator plugged the blender in to a panel in the warehouse wall. Then Zed moved the blender so that it was right next to the front left leg of Flynn's chair.

"You don't need both you're hands to help us," Zed whispered. "If you won't help us now, you may be a little more understanding without the distraction of so many extremities."

Flynn swallowed. The morning had been a walk in the park--literally--and now Flynn was about to lose his hand to an evil organization because he defended a good organization, and in all actuality Flynn wasn't sure either organization was even real.

Zed looked at Flynn, raising an eyebrow. When Flynn still remained silent, Zed shrugged and pushed the "blend" button with his fat index finger.

Academy of Heroes 2

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p2

"Good morning, Flynn." a man with a deep voice began. "Sorry about your head, but we needed you to come with us."

Flynn blinked in the darkened warehouse. He couldn't be completely sure where he was. There was a sound of rushing water nearby, which meant this warehouse was near some body of water. Or somebody was using the restroom rather loudly.

"Flynn, you've been studying the scale of good and evil for sometime. How much do you know about the Obviators and the Eldritch?"

Recognizing the forces being spoken of, Flynn looked up. The man who was talking to him had a bald head and a long, pointed nose. Happiness was absent from the man's wrinkled face, and it looked like this horrible kidnapper hadn't taken a moment to observe the morning like Flynn had.

"Not very much," Flynn began slowly. His speech was slurred, and his head pounded loudly in his ears. "Forces of good and evil. It's a battle that's been raging for centuries."

The man nodded slowly. "Well, Flynn, welcome to the Obviators. I'm Zed."

Flynn frowned. "But you're the villains!"

Zed chuckled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "And isn't that interesting."

"So what am I doing here?" Flynn asked. His head had stopped throbbing, but some pain was still present. He realized then that his hands were bound behind the small metal chair he was sitting on.

"The Eldritch have grown powerful. The scale is tipping. So, we need to rise to face them. But, we Obviators are growing old. We can't match like we used to. That's where you come in. We're moving to end the Eldritch once and for all. And you, Flynn, will help us."

Academy of Heroes 1

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p1

Flynn walked innocently down the street. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Everything was still around him. Pulling the straps of his backpack tighter over his broad shoulders, Flynn couldn't help but take another breath. The trees lining his walkway rustled slightly in the breeze, and the flowers surrounding the trees' trunks seemed to grow before Flynn's eyes, feasting on the warm sunlight that seeped through the over-hanging tree branches to grasp hold of the Easter-colored petals. Flynn looked down at the green, green grass that covered the ground from one part of land to the next. It was soft, neatly trimmed, and as comfortable as a well-feathered pillow. The scene almost looked animated in how majestic and calm everything was. A cheery bicyclist nodded to Flynn as he passed. Flynn stopped a moment, bending so his face was close to the ground. He examined the small stem of what was to become a brilliant yellow tulip. There was so much potential in yet this tiny bud. At first glance, the plant may have seemed as a thorn among roses, but Flynn's key eye understood that this wasn't a thorn in the roses, but a future sight to behold. The morning sun poured downward upon Flynn's back. In his t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, Flynn wasn't hot beneath the sun's gaze, but rather he felt lifted. Rising again to his full height at nearly six feet, Flynn thought there had never been a morning as peaceful or beautiful as this one.

Little did Flynn know, the morning was fleeting, and soon the scene that had brought him joy and comfort would strip his mind of anything but remorse and discomfort. For as Flynn took another deep breath of spring air, a black car rumbled down the street toward him. There were three men in this car, and they weren't enjoying the morning like Flynn was. In fact, they were armed. These men were about to wreck the wonderful day for Flynn--and they'd step on the small, sprouting tulip that Flynn had foreseen an instilled hope wherewith.

Yes, little did Flynn know that Obviators were in their recruiting season.

Talk talk

The following is an Excerpt from an ecclesiastical speech I presented, including excerpts from the religious text of the bible: John 17

World War Two. Prayer. Goliath. Us. What do these things have in common? They’re all part of a list.

Now I want to talk more about this idea of lists. Specifically, a list that saves people.

In World War Two there was a list like the one I’m describing. It was called Schindler’s List. Now this guy named Schindler ran a company in Germany. The factory he ran made ammunition that was vital to the Nazis. Except Schindler wasn’t really making ammunition, he was helping refugees to escape. Schindler would deliver lists to guards with names on it. These names belonged to refugees. He said that he needed these certain people to keep his factory running. So the Germans gave him the people on the list to help fun the factory. Then Schindler helped the people escape, and delivered new lists. His was a list that saved lives.

(side note: there's a movie made of Schindler's endeavor. (called Schindler's List) and it's worth it to watch)

There are lots of great lists. Lists at the Temple. Lists like the Book of Life. From these two examples alone, I hope a picture has been painted in your mind about the importance of lists. This is awesome.

All right, another important list. Let’s turn to the scriptures. A very good place to start. John 17 in the Bible. To really appreciate the list described in Christ’s Intercessory Prayer at the Garden of Gethsemane, I’m going to fill a little bit of context.

Close your eyes...or just imagine. It’s peaceful. Quiet. And you’re walking through a beautiful and solemn garden. Then you see a man. There are other people with him. But you recognize the man as Jesus Christ. The son of God. You Savior. And mine. Jesus Christ is before you in the Garden of Gethsemane. Or rather, you’re there with him.

Bidding farewell to his apostles, asking them to stand and wait these final hours, He moves forward to pray alone. Found in verse four of John 17 is--and I’m paraphrasing--Our brother talking with Our Father. He says, “Hey...I’m done. I finished the Work you had for me.”

When we finally go, don’t we all want to be able to say that we, too, finished the mission?

This is leading up to the prayer, and the burden about to be loaded onto the shoulders of our Savior. Spoiler Alert, after the prayer Christ will be betrayed and move literally into the darkest hours. But besides all this pain--which, mind you, the Lord is knowingly walking into--Besides all that, and the ordeal He’s about to go through in the garden, we find ourselves back where my talk started.

With lists.

Again I’m paraphrasing the next several, meaningful verses as Christ prays, “I’m about to go. But there are people that I’m leaving behind. Watch over my friends, who are just outside the garden. Watch over those faithful followers. Help those along that did heed my word. And bless those that will heed thy word.”

Are we on this life-saving list?

Verse nine: I pray for them. I do not pray for the world, but for the ones thou have given me. Because they are yours.

Earlier I mentioned Burdens, specifically the great burden Christ has undergone. The burden of our sins. The physical burden of the cross on his back, the nails driven into his body, and the crown of thorns placed harshly upon his head.

Oh when we hear about this, we cringe and worm in our seats. Crucifixion was a nasty business. And the Romans perfected it to administer pain and agony.

Everybody is going through trials right now. Everybody has their problems. And when we get a glimpse into the trials another is going through, we weep for them. Sometimes we even wish we could take the pain from them. On the road to Mount Doom in Mordor, Sam-wise gamgee to his master, Frodo Baggins, says, “I can’t carry IT--being the one ring of power (and horrible burden)--I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.”

We can’t take burdens away, but we can lift up the people who bear them.

Our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are one in purpose. We can join them in that purpose.

So how do we stand as witnesses? What are we to do? How can we stand as a light upon the mountain, when those in the valley below are ignorant of even the mountain’s very existence?

But there’s still hope. There always is with Christ on our side. Someone once said, “This is part of the infinite goodness of God, that he should allow evil to exist, and out of it produce good.”

It is possible, I promise. My pal David in the Bible illustrates this.

In a way, all of us has a Goliath to face. For some, shyness may be their Goliath. For others, education might be a Goliath. For David, Goliath was a very big, dangerous man, who wanted to kill young David.

But no matter who your Goliath is, isn’t it comforting to know you’ve really already beaten him. If we clad ourselves in the armor of God, armor that is stronger and stronger every time you do good, isn’t it great to know that you're part of an army that has already won the battle?

Can’t we fight. Stand as a light. Love our Father in heaven. And face the Goliaths of life?

I’m telling you that you can.

If nobody’s looking up at your light on the hill, pull out your trumpet and shout!

Guys! Life is made up of stories. Which are you telling?

Jesus Christ has a List. There’s a spot on there for you. For me. For everybody!

This list saves lives. Why wouldn’t you want to be on it?

In this honest, truthful Prayer, Jesus pleads with Heavenly Father on our behalf. He prays for his friends.

Verse 12: While I was with them in the world, I kept them in thy name: those that thou gavest me I have kept, and none of them is lost, but the son of perdition; that the scripture might be fulfilled.

Verse 15: I pray not that thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that thou shouldest keep them from the evil.

Verse 20: Neither pray I for these alone, but for them also which shall believe on me through their word;

World War Two. Prayer. Goliath. Us. What do these things have in common? They’re all part of a list.

Now I want to talk more about this idea of lists. Specifically, a list that saves people.

That can save us, if we so desire.

Who’s on your list?

I want to conclude with Verse twenty six of John 17

“And I have declared unto them thy name, and will declare it: that the love wherewith thou hast loved me may be in them, and I in them.”

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See you all soon in the Academy of Heroes next week.

Water Difference

The difference of Water Bodies

Jim Blow


puddles ponds
streams rivers
lakes oceans

It's small. Can you step across it?
If yes, it's a puddle.
If no, pond.

It's long. Can you step across it?
If yes, it's a stream.
If no, it's a river.

It's big. Can you see across it?
If yes, it's a lake or sea
If no, it's an ocean


But is it a sea or lake? Are these accurate? What about other bodies of water? Helllllppppp!

It's water. Does it really matter, anyway?

To me there are only a few questions that matter:

Drink or not.
Swim or not.

Happy Happenings

"Are good things happening because I'm happy, or because I'm happy, good things are happening?"
--Jim Blow

We've all heard--and if you haven't, I'm telling you now--that attitude and outlook is everything. There's a myth, even, that our mood is more powerful than can imagine.

The idea is, that if you are happy and optimistic, you'll see events as happy, and only see the best side of an event. If you only see the best side of the event, then you can only assume it's a good event. This is like saying you're brother is your favorite, when you only, in fact, have one brother.

So, it goes to say that if you're happy, happy happenings are coming your way. That's a fair assumption.

But which came first? The chicken or the egg? I mean, which came first: the mood, or the event?

It boils down to this (I'm not talking about chickens any more): Which did come first?

If the mood came first, then the scenario is likely that you're happy, so perceived said event as great.

If the event came first, then the scenario is likely that something good happened, which instituted a happy feeling.
From here it's confusing. At this point it can be either or through the next hundred events.

Thanks for reading

--Jim Blow Out

Poem III

I promise I'm still a writer. But poetry is a part of that.

Sirens

Jim Blow

At the melodic call of a beckoning mermaid, sailors heads are turned.

They abandon their duties, their posts, their raid, and flock to see the beautiful mermaid.

At the rails of the ship the sailors gawk,

staring down at the beautiful sirens.

With a wink and a paddle, the mermaids mock

the land-bound swabbie's labored chagrin.

Shirking their duties, and piratical work, the mates look back to see no reward.

Unsure and peer-pressured they leap o’er the rail, their captain pleading for them not to bail.

Only now in the water do the crewmen now see,

the mermaids were lying down here in the sea.

In a quick flash the men are dragged down, knowing only too late they’re about to be drowned.

Some dragged deeper feel shame and remorse,

They regret ever having fallen off the horse.

Whether saved by their captain, or resisted their own, any survivors are, with mermaids, well-known.

So when the tempting sirens comes, see the sirens, Turn and run!

To stay on the ship, work to reap a reward,

is far better than to fall overboard.

Another Poem

With the success of my last poem, I decided to try my will at crafting and spinning another tale. This one is deeper and more sincere than the last.

Placidly We Go
Jim Blow

To satisfy an angry beast,
A dragon, who's always hungry,
One must slave to build a feast,
And quiet all notions, angry.

We must submit,
And do as w're told,
To be silent and sit,
And take on the cold.
To anger the dragon is very unwise,
For he who does always dies.

The dragon's short-tempered, and doesn't think straight,
He's ornery and tired, and feel only hate.
There's no pleasing him, for those who try,
Their chances are slim, and their end, nigh.

He sees only the darkness between the night stars,
And hates the sneetches with stars upon thars.

Someone must stand against him, but who?
They'd surely lose, and be seen as a fool!

So in this wake there isn't a win,
To survive is the only truth that lies within.

To beat our foe?

Placidly, we must go.

Poems

Not much of a poem writer, but I think I'll give one a whirl.
Be kind.

JIM BLOW'S

the Book Creator

I title my thoughts,
and open a world.
A character's sought,
then a theme unfurled.
The story begins.

I set the scene,
and pose a problem.
A future's foreseen,
then main character blossoms.
The story rises.

I kill a character,
and change the rules.
A villain turns predator,
then the heroes made fools.
The story shifts.

I twist the plot,
and seek a mentor.
A truth is wrought,
then there's a war.
The story peaks.

I distort the odds,
and battle the hero.
A strategy's thawed,
then the villain's a zero.
The story resolves.

I celebrate the star,
and make them awaken.
A happy moment's disbarred,
then a new quest undertaken.
The story ends.