The Boy Who Almost Saved The World

He saw a raconteur,
Listened to her anecdotes of the painful hours,
Of mans cruel and devastating killing frenzy,
Where war causes death and agony,
He listened, fidget and winced,
The tales of grotesque and idiotesque,
He thought that human must be ashamed,
To be human,
As we live like the Devils,
Thinking, breathing of evil,
As human kill for sheer pleasure,
Just to know our power to measure,
We slaughter, decapitate,
Dismember, stab, incinerate,
The people we hate,
For sheer pleasure,
For the boy has seen,
The scene of death,
It was never a scene of picturesque,
One of many we all detest,
As humans are proud,
Burning little children,
To fry their parents,
The scene not for the faint-hearted,
Our minds are disturbed and distorted,
The memories of death,
Grows sicker and sicker,
The boy looked in disgust,
Walked away from humanity,
Meditated far away in a cave near a sea,
For the breeze gave him tranquility,
Then he made a peregrination, trying to find,
The facts of life and living,
A common language that is forgotten,
He mastered and became wise,
For nature enticed him,
With Tales of Truths,
Tales of The World,
He left to the city,
Now is controlled by animosity,
A war brewed for almost a thousand years,
Casualties increasing including someone he dears,
He stood in the middle,
Where bullets fiddled,
He listened to the sounds,
Sounds of the cacophonic weapons,
Stopped the war by raising his arms,
A thousand stories he told,
Secrets of death that has unfold,
The gruesome truth, the sick twisted mind,
The raconteur smiled, her message now defined,
The truth of war, shoots through one of Hell's door,
The war stopped, they just seen the real mind,
The death of innocents cannot be unwind,
Peace could be restored,
But stubbornness prevailed,
The true madness of men has unveiled,
The boy, wrongly accused of witchcraft,
Was banished,
The poisonous rumour,
Spread like a cancer,
Nobody cares about him anymore,
And the raconteur died,
Killed by a madman,
The boy lived at the back alleys,
Looked at the hopeless city,
There on the dark alley,
He laid and curled,
From that day he called himself,
The Boy Who Almost Saved The World.

To Her Dark, Brown Eyes

I looked at her flawless skin,

Her dark brown eyes,

Her lips that is thin,

She is wise, to choose me as her protector,

As her companion,

As her staunch lover,

I dare not leave her,

And I will never dither,

To give endless loving and care,

To her,

All because of her,

Dark brown eyes,

That is dreamy,

Confidence glows from her eyes,

The passion that will never die,

Made me high,

Floating in the heavens,

She still looks beautiful,

Even when she cries,

When I'm away from you,

I feel alone and blue,

This is because,

I can't see,

Her dark brown eyes,

That shows me paradise,

Sacredness and purity,

Where you dance gracefully,

To the music of love,

She looks like an angel,

 With those dark, brown eyes,

Eyes that tells the truth,

Eyes that never lies,

Eyes that doesn't have a disguise,

To give pleasure to a man,

Who loves looking,

At her dark brown eyes,

So dreamy, 

So lovely,

So true,

I'm so lucky,

To have you.

Wounded

I

I saw you,

Alone,wounded,

Lost, stranded,

All that you've defended,

Became lost, and unwanted,

You sat alone,

In a space of the unknown,

Bleeding,

With a painful feeling,

Of despair,

The place where you were born,

Abandons you,

As you stood there,

With your heart torn,

Chaos, has just begun,

When I walk with you,

With the wounded.

II

The teachings you learned,

Wasn't worth the peace you have earned,

because people still attack you,

They touched you,

Harshly,

The pain searing deeply,

Your body became weak,

That peace is lost,

You can never seek,

The beatings you get,

Felt long like days and weeks,

Then rain fell, making you wet,

You lie, wounded,

When the sun sets,

I found you,

I took your hand,

Chaos may have befallen upon you,

But we will walk together,

With the wounded.

III

You have suffered,

The tortures you have felt,

Now is the time,

For you to heal,

You have faced more,

Than you can deal,

For you are the wounded,

No harm upon you was ever intended,

You were a victim of rage,

Pain drawn in every page,

Of callousness and crassness,

Causing paranoia and distrustfulness,

Now heal yourself,

Hold my hand,

Purify your self,

As your heart needs amends,

So walk with pride,

Do not feel hurt,

Walk with a smug,

Go ahead and stride,

Show to them your raw pride,

You my friend,

Are not,

One of the wounded,

Anymore...

She Went Away

I

I still remember,

That heat of passion,

Between us still lingers,

But your scent that intoxicates,

Grows weaker and weaker,

I wanted you to know,

That I don’t love you anymore,

That’s when she walked away,

Leaving me alone here to stay.

II

As the wind that flows slowly,

So does my love that’s gone away,

It’s neither sacred nor holy,

As we pulled the killing trigger,

The chill, the spill,

Of rejection and hate,

Of shouting and screaming,

We stopped and wait,

That’s when I said,

“No more, never”,

She started to weep and shudder,

And as I tried to make her stay,

She turned, and went away.

III

Like the shadow trapped on the ground,

I laid there and made no sound,

The night screams,

By the howls of the hounds,

If only I was better,

In making her happy all day,

If only I can change,

My wicked, wicked ways,

I’ve lost the love I had,

It left me here,

With nothing to adhere,

Like a stain that won’t go away,

It stays on my mind,

For years it haunts,

The devils, they laugh and taunt,

That beautiful face, crying,

As she turned, and walked away,

It kills me to see it again,

Her slender body moving to the door,

As I said,

“No more, nevermore”,

Rather than stay,

She went away….

FOREVER

The Jester (Poem)

How funny you are my jester,
You make my life a cheery manner,
How long you have served me,
How good you were,
Now, your tricks have run out,
Beware, death is about,
To make your pain go away,
Death, my friend, is the only way,
My duty, as your master,
To put an end to your life,
I’m sorry that you will be gone,
You can never be replaced,
Not even my 4 lovely wives,
I’ll chain you against the wall,
So when you die,
You will never fall,
While I do this,
I’ll give a big, big sigh,
The cement, and the bricks,
Are here to make,
A living casket,
You shall be buried,
Standing, with no air to gasp,
When I buried you, you wept,
I stopped and asked “Why?” ,
“Master, I relished the memories,”
“Your laugh and your smile”
“Now I am old, and getting senile”
I looked, and pity him but life is life,
My work, half finished and to rid every strife,
My poor, poor jester,
Please do not cry,
Your soul will be loved,
By God when you die,
So lived this last moment,
With joy and happiness,
Even if you are tied down,
Helpless,
This is the last brick,
Your face cannot be seen,
You smiled at me and closed your eyes,
Not looking at me,
I took a torch and threw it inside,
So I can see your face,
To see your happy, funny side,
But what I see is sadness,
From a jester?
I could not bear that expression,
From a man that creates joy,
I jammed the last brick,
Now you are trapped in there,
So die in peace my friend,
Die in peace my jester,
For your body may rot and dangle,
From the wall,
Your soul will be jovial, forever!
May you rest in peace,
MY JESTER………

Review: In Pursuit of Eliza Cynster

First of all, you can read the summary first to get to know more of this story:

Three heros, three rescues, three weddings.

The pleasure of your company is requested
at the wedding of Miss Eliza Cynster 

...but not until she's rescued from a daring abduction by the most unexpected of heros!

Brazenly kidnapped from her sister Heather's engagement ball, Eliza Cynster is spirited north to Edinburgh. Desperate and determined to escape, she seizes upon the first possible champion who happens along - gentleman scholar Jeremy Carling.

Villains and rescues are a far cry from Jeremy's expertise, yet he cannot abandon a damsel in distress. But danger lurks and hurdles abound in their race to escape the mysterious laird, until a final confrontation on a windswept cliff reveals what their future life could hold - if both are bold enough to seize and own the unexpected love they now share.


Review:


So, to start it off. To tell you the truth, I've read all the books by Stephanie Laurens, Cynster series, yep, read em' all, and this one, well, kinda lukewarm to me, but not bad, just lack the zing like other Cynster books I've read.


It started off with Eliza, being kidnapped from her sister's engagement ball to be handed over to the mysterious laird, who has his own agenda to save his title. So, a long ride to Scotland she spotted someone she knew, but barely, a gentleman scholar - Jeremy Carling (from The Lady Chosen, 1st Bastion Club series, or 2nd, if you count Captain Jack's Woman).


Jeremy Carling, is a quiet and reserved scholar, not like those alpha male heroes from her previous books, kinda different as he is more interested in hieroglyphs and tomes rather than pursuing marriage. Eliza is also portrayed as the quiet, reserved,loves to embroider rather than horseback riding, but still unmarried at the age of 24. So, two halves makes a whole, to summarize it.


The best part of this book is the rescue and cat and mouse chase from Edinburgh to Wolverstone Castle. They passed through many small towns and villages in Scotland, also describing how quaint, or beautiful some of the places visited in the book.


The chemistry of Eliza and Jeremy also started from nothing to wildly in love, which is, how to say it, nice. Not the bad nice, but just nice, nothing more. It develops slowly until almost nearing the end where the hot steamy love scenes come out, and it started from an innocent kiss in the middle of the story. I find this very cute and simply sweet. I like the fact that it was so pleasant reading about the relationship blooming between them.


The villains can be divided into two, the nice one and the psychopath. Not to spoil it for you, but if you read it, you become confused as the real motive of the kidnapping and when she escapes, the mysterious laird just doesn't have the interest in chasing them back, just following and letting them be. He's going to lose his inheritance and that one chance to save his fortune, he lets it go, and thinking that the next girl will be the better. Why? And the captor was the psychopathic one to recapture Eliza, rather than the laird. Which comes to my other flaws in this book.


Firstly, you know you are targeted to be kidnapped, so why oh  why did you still go to a stranger who sent you a note, to meet you outside, alone, with no one to accompany you? Tsk tsk, bad move Eliza. Should've given it to your brothers or cousins.


Next, the romance between Eliza and Jeremy is a good match, but the lack of arguments or fiery tension makes it less interesting. They really left it to Fate, and they were lucky to be in a romance book, where they WILL have a happy ending. At least add some spice and fire to their relationship, so it feels real, when being in a relationship. (Being gored by a bull is an exception, hehehe)


However, Ms. Laurens has the knack in writing love scenes that can be steaming hot chilli con carnage. I enjoyed the scenes and they were written very effectively, and it captures the emotion of the two love birds. The style, how to pleasure both man and woman, is very deep and passionate, adding that they were both shy at first,  but became very comfortable in the end.


In a nutshell, it was a satisfactory book to read, and it picks up from the first book, Viscount Breckenridge to the Rescue, where it really delves into the story of the laird in the beginning. To compare it to other Cynster books is not that fair, because this is a trilogy of its own and it can only be compared to the 1st book. So, it is almost the same but better than the 1st, minus the flaws, it's a gripping tale almost like the Black Cobra Quartet, except it is toned down. 


This book is a keeper for those who are really into Stephanie Laurens' books, and a good read for 1st time readers of historical romance.


The 3rd and last book of this trilogy, The Capture of the Earl of Glencrae, will be out January 31st 2012.


Grade for this book: B


PS: Reading this book, I thought of the movie The Librarian, starring Noah Wyle. Really, I think it's almost the same.