Monday, July 23, 2012

This Cat's Outta Here

©2012 Mika Star  

I'm going now. No, please don't try to follow me. 
This is one path I walk alone. 
Your place is here,
to carry on where I left off. 
There's still too much fun to be had-
Too much mischief to create.

 We will meet, again,
when your time here is through.
For now, I leave you with the written words in your hand,
my fingerprints on your heart and these footprints in the sand.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Runaway by Nephylim (Book Trailer)

You can also check this book trailer out  HERE on You Tube.

I have read quite a few of Nephy's books, and let me tell you, I can't wait for this one to be released.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012



The following is a piece from "The Shawshank Redemption" referring to music in general.

Andy says "It is in here, (points to his head) and in here (points to his heart). That is the beauty of music.They (guards ect) can't get that from you. Haven't your ever felt that way about music?"...

"In here (prison) is where is makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget." ...

"Forget that there are places that aren't made out of stone. There is something inside that they can't get to; they can't touch. It's yours."...


Later Andy wrote: "Remember, hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things, and good things never die."

Music is part is a deep part of my soul. The writers and musicians throughout time have the ability to express themselves in ways I, sometimes, cannot, or simply dare not. I know I am not the only one who feels this way. There are many, if not the world of people who have a song, at least once in their lives, that defines their feelings or thoughts at any given moment. Even if it is unspoken and unknown to the rest of the world.

Music can awaken the soul to memories, things we had long forgotten, or perhaps wished we could forget. Music can start a fire in the soul that no one can take away, no matter how hard they try. Yes, that is the beauty of music!  =)

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Crickets Sing

Crickets Sing
©2012 Mika Star

When was it last that I heard the crickets sing?
Years ago, now, it seems, I sat on the porch in my teenage youth.
Or sleepless hours 
and summer windows letting in a breeze.
The last time I was quiet enough to hear their symphony.
Alone in the still night air 
with a clear head and quieted thoughts.
They sang to me as only crickets can.
Oh, how I've missed them.

(The words came before the picture, so in that respect it does not follow my usually need to equal one hundred or two hundred words)