Happy Thanksgiving

While I do not get to spend as much time in the blogosphere as I used to, I do not get to visit with each of you as much as I’d like, I still wanted to take this opportunity to say, “I’m thankful for all of you.”

And that isn’t just a message for my faithful kingdomites.

And that isn’t just a message for all you bloggers out there.

It’s for everyone out there making a positive difference, with their words and actions, for their families and loved ones.  It isn’t easy to constantly do the right thing, to make the hard choices and sacrifices.  But, I see you.  I appreciate you.  I am thankful for you.

Glitterbombed the Kingdom

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Lizzi and Samara have glitterbombed the Kingdom!

There I was, minding my own business, when *poof* there was a grand explosion.  I took up arms to defend the kingdom, as I’ve been forced to do before with rogue sparkly vampires and even roguer words, but it was too late.  There was glitter.  Everywhere.

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In other new, the Little Prince was very excited about all the things in the package that he assumed, mostly correctly, were for him.

In other, other news, you really should be following Lizzi and Samara, because they are both amazing writers and humans.  They make the world a better, and far sparklier, place.

Thank you, my dear friends, for the wonderful surprise and the amazing gifts.

One Fleeting Moment

An old one from the archives of my mind. I hope you enjoy.

For one fleeting moment you were there
to deftly snatch me from the despair
that threatened to devour me.

The ravenous creature
beat a retreat
as it sensed your presence.

It turned and gave me a sly wink
that seemed to say, “I will return,
much sooner than you think.”

But it didn’t matter at all
because for that fleeting moment
you were there.

Happy Tribus from The Matticus Kingdom

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Winding through the woods,
The trail disappears ahead,
My heart follows it.

Spells leaping off pages,
Or slight-of-hand tricks and skills,
My heart believes all.

Words plucked along strings,
Strumming triumphant stories,
My heart sings in beats.

…..

Today we are celebrating Tribus – all about the three you love.

You know you want to join in the fun too.  So, write it up, link it up, and tag it #HappyTribus.

And, you may have noticed a few changes around the kingdom, if you want to leave a comment telling me which has been your favorite of my posts over the last 3 years, I’ll feature it in the sidebar.

You are all awesome!

Samara’s Mix-tape Submission

Happy Birthday, Samara!

For my pick in your birthday mix-tape, I selected (the below modified version of) Bruce Springsteen’s “No Surrender.”  The pounding rhythm of the song reminds me of your writing: a driving force that cannot be ignored.  The refrain easily stands in for your show-no-mercy posts.  You tackle sentimental and poignant topics in equal and measured strides, mixing current cultural issues with the experiences of your life.  This song resonates with me in so many ways, from the progression to the content, and for some reason I’m certain it resonates with you as well.  Plus, you are a Boss, too.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

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She busted out of class, had to get away from those fools.
She learned more from a three minute record than she ever learned in school.
Tonight she hears the neighborhood drummer sound,
She can feel her heart begin to pound,
She’ll never say she’s tired and never close her eyes to follow her dreams down.

She made a promise she swore she’d always remember:
No retreat, baby, no surrender.
Like soldiers in the winter’s night with a vow to defend:
No retreat, baby, no surrender.

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold.
You swore blood curses against the wind.
You’re ready to grow young again,
And hear your brother’s voice calling you home across broken projects.
Well maybe you could cut someplace of your own,
With your words and their effects.

‘Cause you made a promise you swore you’d always remember:
No retreat, baby, no surrender.
Truth writer in the stormy night with a vow to defend:
No retreat, baby, no surrender.

Now on the ‘sphere tonight the lights grow dim.
The walls of your room are closing in.
There’s a war outside still raging,
you say it ain’t ours anymore to win.
You want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in your lover’s bed,
With a wide open country in your eyes,
And these romantic dreams in your head.

Because you made a promise you swore you’d always remember:
No retreat, baby, no surrender.
Blood poet in the stormy night with a vow to defend:
No retreat, baby, no surrender,
No retreat, baby, no surrender.

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And here’s the original version for your listening pleasure:

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