A Woman is a World


Somewhere to the left
And a little bit high
Just out of reach
From the average guy


Even if one got close
There is a mystery
A circular maze
A lot of history


If one navigates that
Things become more real
Closer to the center
Of the moving wheel


Here she lives and breathes
With a lot of moving parts
Children, home, and work
Tending many hearts


Deeper still into her core
Burning deeply bright
Lies the longest tunnel
Running out of sight


One could get lost there
Trying to find the end
Hoping to be a lover
Before he is a friend


Once true and made
The friend will discover
The tunnel opens up
To a trail called Lover


Winding along the river Truth
Past the draping Passion trees
Breathing the sweet air of Trust
From a gentle and kind breeze


There upon the path
Is laughter and play
Silliness and kisses
Any time of day


Still further in
The way dips and rises
Eventually arriving
To even more surprises


A house nestled in the woods
Made of the finest Loyal oak
With windows of Honesty
That cannot be broke


Inside is the heart
Of this beautiful mind
The living space of a queen
The most loving kind


If one is invited in
Care and tenderness abound
Happiness and gratitude
Are easy to be found


Inside these walls
Dreams are hatched
Plans are made
And efforts are matched


Beyond the French doors
Under a canopy of Desire
Lies a secret garden
And a place for a fire


On a bed of spring grass
Near the base of a pine
With a view to the stars
And the finest wine


She will lay alongside you
And whisper in your ear
If you listen with care
Your very heart will hear


The thunder of ten storms
The rumble of earth and rock
The roar of the seven seas
The call of a hunting hawk


The serene trickle of waterfalls
The flitting of hummingbird wings
The swish of salmon swimming
And many more surprising things


When she touches your skin
A bigger truth is revealed
It is her deepest self
Being unconcealed


Try as you may
Try as you might
You will never, ever find
A more beautiful sight


As Desire descends
Into her special place
Her eyes glow with color
Like embers on her face


Her arms surround you
With bosom to your chest
Her lips soft like feather
She brings out your best


Heaven’s gate has a key
That only few know about
There in the garden
She turns it without a doubt


If ever you find yourself
Reaching up high
To the left and out of reach
Be sure to know just why


Because a woman is a world
All unto her own
Deserving your very best
More than you have ever shown


If you can’t give her that
If you have yourself more in mind
Just stop and move away
And leave her to a better kind


-Michael Parks

Onward, go…!

The universe has shifted once more and I am the recipient of a gift… more time to write and more reasons to write.

So what’s it like? I feel the pulse of the characters, the deck beneath their feet, the eyes of their pursuers on their neck, and their need to reach their goals. I see the arcs of their stories, their developing character, and how they affect one another. I can hold the Defender-class starcraft in my hands and walk its narrow center passageway between the bridge and the galley for an impromptu crew meeting. I can see the vapor trail of Comet Encke and feel the Bangor’s probe thrust beneath its surface to withdraw a soil sample. I know the secrets of GCom and how it has hidden its space militarization program from ESSA and Earth’s leadership. And I know how desperate they are to perfect faster than light travel and why. And at the vague periphery of my senses, I suspect the Others have a message waiting for humanity, one that can only be felt, not delivered.

I’m reminded once again that everything happens for a reason.


Coming up on the 2nd year

In August it will have been 2 years since I started Starshine. As I pointed out in previous entries, the political upheaval since last year has been a major detractor from my drive for writing. Like a deer caught in headlights, I’ve been unable to look away from the implications of developments in the U.S. and abroad. I still find it difficult, but I am slowly resigning myself to the fact that this brand of corruption is just different (more obtuse) than the brands before it. I’m slowly resigning myself to the fact that there are no heroes for justice that will move in and fix things. It’s an uncomfortable resignation, to say the very least, because it is what the corrupt want and expect – and that bugs me something fierce.

There are a great many other factors in my stymied writing effort, none so negative. Work, my relationship, my kids, my house, dogs, and the various other elements to life. I’ve been turning inwards towards spirituality, to my spirit and self, after many years of largely ignoring it. From that, perspective has shifted and a new balance has begun to emerge. And from that, my native interest in storytelling has resurfaced as a focus. Writing is, above all else, the creation of worlds and as such, creation of a temporary escape from this one. There is a draw there that has been rekindled. I hope to foster the flame in the days and months ahead and finish Starshine.

At this point, the story remains at about the halfway mark, at a little over 100 pages. I promised myself it would not grow and ramble like System Seven did. So far it’s fairly tight, plot nimble, and character rich – certainly by comparison. So: an improvement. The other key improvement I want for Starshine is time to completion. S7 took over ten years. I want Starshine in less than three. And the next novel in one.

Onward, ho…