War

the land of liberty has become captive
my heart cries
for the many men who've given their precious lives

tender in age, in the prime of their youth
succumbing to the hatred, violence of men
victims of war, and morbid abuse

ended ambitions, cramped dreams
tears stream

I cry
you may ask why, they're mere strangers it seems
but deep within thrives a spirit of unity
 in the land that we share
they're more like brothers, lost away
lives given, lives taken
hopes forsaken
please, let us end this war


Written for: Three Word Wednesday
© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

a magnificent void

there's a magnificent void where passion once thrived

now futile, sweet words 

keep her soul alive

naively, she frolics in the palm of his hand

as he abuses her vulnerability 

but she won't understand

withered and unreturned, her desire has grown cold

the magnificent void

painfully cramps her soul

but to choose hatred

would only hurt her more

so she holds steadfast to the love

the passion once bore

Written for Three Word Wednesday

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

chic & The City

@ the Wendy Williams Show

A Little Bit of Wendy

This show included the topic of 11-year old Broadway starlet Shannon. She recently landed the position as Nala on Broadway's Lion King, but her career was brought to a pause due to her sickness. Shannon needs a Bone Marrow transplant. To get swabbed and become a donor, visit http://www.dkmsamericas.org/

Shannon

reminiscing

reminiscing is a drug
a temporary high
brewed with the bittersweet taste of goodbyes

--Alana Brereton

a good read

I'd always been curious about Liz Gilbert's Eat Pray Love. The three words are the essence of my dreams. I consider myself a foodie, I believe in the communion of prayer, and delight in the sensation of love. So this book caught my eye years ago when it first made its debut. 


Recently, while watching trailers in a movie theater I saw that the movie to the book was soon to  come out. So I got the book and finished with satisfaction. 


When time allows, join the journey with Liz Gilbert as she devotes a year of her life to self-restoration through the pleasure of eating, power of prayer, and the mending of love.




"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia)

a fiery path

rampantly, the fire devoured every item in its path

ferociously fleeting the fire extinguisher

its raced yards then some meters

singeing the sentimental paths

simultaneously, the flames lit every beat in his heart

desperately seeking the fire extinguisher

he gasped for air

as smoke and soot rushed inward to his lungs

mystically, the firemen appeared racing in threes and fours

skillfully conquering the fire

they yanked the man 

leading him away from its fiery path

Written for: Magpie Tales
© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

NP

i can do anything good

I NEEDED THIS!

ode to France

Nostalgia leaves a bittersweet beat to your heart. I left France just about two months ago and today the memory of it hit me hard.

Here's a little ode to mon cherie France.

ironically, today is France's independence day as well. Vive la France!

on marriage

I usually don't speak about these things. Everyone else has already done it, and I'm no champion on the subject so I usually stay away, but for now I'll share my experience on marriage


I went to a wedding in Atlanta this past weekend. Weddings are spilling with the gushiness of romance and all the beauties of love. It's the starting point to a lifetime of forever for better or worse; two separate hearts join to become one. While weddings are, or should be pure bliss, later on marriages may falter and many do not last. One beauty about this particular wedding was the emphasis on God as the core of the marriage to bind and seal the union of the couple.

The priest performed the vows then broke into song. "Jesus you're the Center of My Joy" echoed from his lips, filling the small Georgian chapel. In the last verses, he replaced "my" with "their", singing "Jesus you're the Center of their joy".

At the reception, the MC brought the point home once again. She voiced that with a solid vertical relationship with God, you can rest assured that the horizontal relationship of marriage will blossom. She gestured with her hands, the symbolism of the two which formed a lovely cross (†).


For now, the basics on entering a good marriage :)

the newlyweds ♥

chic & The City

1st Saturday @ Brooklyn Museum

water display, beautiful

first one guy, then couples, then friends in three. Running through the water :)

I wish I took more pics this night, it was nice. Next time, we'll make sure to get to the exhibits!

Me

He wooed me to his chair, a tattered folding frame
I'd never done this or
could even imagine I'd ever be sitting there
he began
it was Sunday, clear skies and mellow breeze wafting in the air
with a graphite pencil in hand he etched a few strokes
then like a mad scientist
began to scribble away
Sunday scribblings, the irony aroused a smirk on my face
and with that, he etched in a crooked smile on my now forming face
in five minutes flat the caricature was done
"here", he placed it in my hands
"This is not me!" my racing eyes shrieked
My friend standing by disagreed, indeed it was
the exaggerated forehead; i think a lot, quite more than normal
the glossy bright eyes; my wandering eyes always lingering on an object too long
the crooked smirk; my facial expressions are quite a sight
they were all me
indeed, he had accurately drawn me
enlarged forehead and all
i looked at my caricature
like a reflection in the mirror
and truly saw me


© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for Sunday Scribblings

Be Intentional

 change is inevitable. growth is optional.

How do you chose to grow today?

Spiritually
Healthily
Emotionally
Physically
Socially
Mentally
Educationally

Think, GO, Be Intentional.

haiku

crackling explosions

mimic my heartbeat for you

like firecrackers

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for Magpie Tales

on repeat

chic & The City

the girls

later that Night.

red velvet birthday cake, delish

all lit up