TAKE THAT STEP - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"You can’t get nowhere just standing in place" - A.H. Scott 8/20/17





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VISION DREAMER - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"Vision doesn’t come when you open your eyes. Vision comes when you close your eyes and open your mind. Dreams bring clarity of sight". - A.H. Scott 8/21/11



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OF GIANTS AND ANTS - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"A giant isn’t one who towers above those around them. A giant is one who stands amongst the people. Otherwise, they are just ants standing on their own self-inflated hills of hubris". - A.H. Scott 8/21/11





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ONLY HUMAN - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"Without a heart, we are dead leaves. Without a soul, we are a barren desert. With a prick of our finger to thorn, we are flesh and bone. We bleed. We cry. We live. We die. We love. We are human. Nothing less and nothing more". - A.H. Scott 8/22/11




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PATCHES - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"If life is a quilt, then there are varied patches which we weave into it. Some are threaded with tears. Yet, if we are lucky enough, there will be golden threads of joy that obscure the tear stains upon our quilt". - A.H. Scott 8/17/11



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VIPER DOWN - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"Jumping into vipers' nests sight unseen leads mankind into rabbit holes of quicksand" - A.H. Scott 8/14/14

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LOVE, UNEXPECTED - "IN SOPHIA'S EYES" BY A.H SCOTT

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to its’ fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.





Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.





A.H. Scott shows you love “In Sophia’s Eyes”.





Those who are not able to see the heart will be blind to the soul…..

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COOL ANGELS LAYING THE SMACK DOWN- A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"When we can smile at the tiny devils that tap dance on the tip of a volcanic spear, then we know we've found heaven right here on earth. No matter how hot it gets, the coolness of the angels will always wrap their feathery wings around our souls". - A.H. Scott 8/16/11


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ILLUMINATE OR DEVASTATE - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"A lit match has a way of becoming a parallel duality of choices. It can either illuminate the darkness with clarity and possibility. Or, devastate the brightness with ash and sorrow. Action chosen is in your hands." - A. H. Scott 8/15/13

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TINY FLICKERS EXPAND THE SOUL - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"Disappointments in life are like scratches against your heart. Yet, the tiniest flickerings of faith and hope are the tempered sutures which can stabilize a scattered soul. Scars never leave us. But, those delicate threads can diminish the blemishes upon our psyche". - A.H. Scott 8/16/11




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GONE - A POEM OF THE COOL BY A.H. SCOTT

GONE

Where did the cool go?
Away with the summer wind
Where did the cool go?
Talent of yesteryear never to be duplicated
Where did the cool go?
Diluted pop watered down with vacant passion
Where did the cool go?
Martini glass empty, as final drag on cig is taken
Where did the cool go?
Gone in the mist of sunset, as the Pack of Rats gives a wry wink back at ya' from the horizon

- A.H. Scott
8/14/16

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CHARACTER RESOLUTE - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"Character isn't something that can be bought or traded like gold on the mercantile exchange. It's honed from blood, sweat and buckets of tears. You can't fake it, even if you're Olivier. It comes from the depths of your soul. The richest human being is the one that doesn't need the validation of the masses to make them happy. Now, that is character, which is cultivated from the heart and mind". - A.H. Scott 8/15/11

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SWIM AHOY! - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

"No one can GIVE you peace. Yet, they can TAKE your sanity, if you let them invade your soul with SORROW. Let your core ROAR with JOY, because life's too short to drown in another person's sour sea." - A.H. Scott 8/14/15

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AROUSAL'S AFFIRMATION - "THE CHIMES OF NINE" BY A.H. SCOTT

Helen laughed, as the elevator doors met and her journey upstairs began. 

It was as if she were transported back to the 1940’s, as her eyes drank in the design of this elevator. 

On the ceiling, an art deco glass design had four tiles of smoky blue and white, as an off-white glow filled that location. 

The walls were tufted forest green leather with brass rivets up and down the panels. 

Helen smiled to herself, in wondering whether she’d be seeing Bogart or Ann Sheridan when the doors opened on her floor. 

Although the building had been retrofitted with modern amenities, the elevator remained an original from days gone by. 

Undressing and placing her clothes into a small basket on a stool in the corner of the elevator, Helen pulled a robe from the silver hook on the back wall of this ascending capsule.


As the doors of that elevator opened, she walked towards two large, open doors. 

She did hesitate for a moment, while thinking of what would happen just beyond the crimson doors. But, courage and curiosity stiffened her spine. 


Helen entered the room. It was dark and she heard the sound of a person clearing their throat. 

She knew what would come next. 

And, she approached the middle of the room and silently waited. 


Helen sniffed the air and a distinct scent of coconut flowed throughout the room. 

A voice of a female, maybe in her late 50’s or 60’s was suddenly heard, “Tell me, my dear” pausing, “You know what this situation entails”

Helen lightly replied, “Yes”

Female once again spoke, “You must speak with a confident reply to me” She snickered slightly, “And, treat me with respect”.


Helen, a woman in her 30’s suddenly spoke with a stream of confidence towards this elder female, “Yes” Slightly squinting in hopes of seeing more than just a silhouette, “I do know what I am responsible for” Her voice calmly added, “Please, excuse my disrespect. I truly apologize”.

“Now, that’s better, my dear” The elder woman was reassured with Helen’s response and made a request of her own, “Let me look at you under the light”.

A small spotlight flickered on just above where Helen stood. 

Helen was a bit nervous, as she stood there with a gentle smile on her face. 

“Disrobe” 

Helen knew this was her moment to begin the recreation for this evening. She wasn’t going to disappoint those in the darkness. 


Silver robe of silk fabric fell onto the black and white marble floor.....

- end of excerpt 

A silver etched invitation to an exclusive club leads a woman into a world of enlightenment, excitement and erotic enchantment. 

When you've got a golden ticket, you get to take a chocolate ride to Willy Wonka's.

When you get a silver ticket to this factory of fantasy, you are pampered in pleasure's delights..

A.H. Scott charms you in “The Chimes of Nine” 

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ROPIN' THE WIND - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Ropin' The Wind 


Come to me, my love in denim and cotton 
Jeans of blue 
T-shirt of white
I'm your cowgirl who loves to ride
Down the bumpy trail on the back of your horse
Or, in the passenger seat of your dusty Ford pickup truck
In the case of my love for you, that can't be penned in
I guess I'm back in the saddle again
Casual comfort is mine
Dale and Roy ain't got nothin' on us
You're my favorite trigger that I would never leave in the dust


- A.H. Scott
8/13/12

RAINBOW FLAME - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

RAINBOW FLAME 

World keeps turning
Haters keep burning 
Those bullied should never feel the pressure to hide away 
Castle walls of their own comfort can become a tomb 
At some point, that comfort becomes a constriction freeing your own spirit to take flight 
Self exile is not the way 
The world is a more interesting place with such unique souls 
Pale skin to cocoa cream, every hue is Heaven's dream 
Short, tall, bony, plump 
We all gotta rise to the top 
No need to bitch
No need to moan 
None of us are in this world alone 
You may never be the flavor of the month, which gets him or her to sigh
No matter about that to get you to feel blue 
Stay sweet enough in just BEING YOU....

- A.H. Scott

8/10/12

OLD SCHOOL TECHNOLOGY WAS COOL - NOSTALGIA BY A.H. SCOTT

!Hey, Young Whippersnappers!!

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CURLIN' UP - A QUOTE BY A.H.. SCOTT

"If someone finds you are not their cup of tea, then find yourself curled in a cup of cappuccino. The universe is vast. And, the galaxy of tastes are infinite" - A.H. Scott 8/8/12 

NOT NEEDED (BUT, OH SO WANTED) - A TRIBUTE TO ANDY WARHOL

"An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have". - Andy Warhol (born August 6, 1928)

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Andy Warhol was right about what people don't need. .....But, then again, there are things people want. And, that's where the artist takes the lead in captivating the public with something which will fascinate or infuriate them. You may not need a book or painting or other product of entertainment, but it sure as hell will fill that empty space of wanting an object you don't already have. So, I salute Mr. Warhol and definitely pray his golden magic dust flows my way...........

PEACE

A.H. Scott

You Can't Measure Success So Easily - A QUOTE BY A.H SCOTT

                   

"Success isn't measured in coins, it's measured in how you leave your mark on those around you. If you can take your final rest and know that you put smiles on the faces and souls of those in your life, then success has kissed your heart..." - A.H. Scott 8/2/11

RARITY - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"That which is rarest, is most unforgettable" - A.H. Scott 8/2/12

KINDNESS IS A TREASURE - AN A.H SCOTT QUOTE

"Kindness and compassion are the rose petals in life's bouquet; which are placed upon the hearts of family and friends. A simple pat on the back, word of support or tiny gem of a grin, can mean more than a million


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THIS MONTH'S FEATURE - "SANGRE (DAUGHTERS OF THE ROSE MOON)" BY A.H. SCOTT

Brian slumped onto the edge of the sofa with a blank stare on his face. 

Gregorio Esapeda placed a hand on Brian’s shoulders to reassure him that he wasn’t losing his faculties. The elder man caught a glimpse of something he hadn’t seen earlier when Cromwell revealed the photographs of Sangre.

A single item in a single image of that young woman drew Gregorio into a mystery, which even he wouldn’t believe.

Esapeda’s voice raised, “Brian? Tell me about this item in the photograph with her” He pointed at a necklace, which hung around Sangre’s sinuous neck.

Brian stood up and looked at the picture slowly, “It’s a necklace she had been given by her grandmother”. Placing picture down, “I was helping her move some boxes at her place and it fell out of a denim pouch that contained that necklace”. He wondered out loud, “Do you know something about that necklace, Greg?”

“I’ve seen that necklace somewhere” Right hand began rubbing chin gently, as he thought, “But, it can’t be….can it?”

Brian was curious, “Gregorio, what is it?”

Professor Esapeda didn’t say another word, as he began looking through a stack of books located in a small cabinet next to the kitchen. As he did so, Nathan and Brian gave quizzical looks to one another.

Thick leather tome with raised lettering upon it was removed from that cabinet and held in Gregorio’s hands. Sitting down in the middle of that sofa, he cracked the book open slowly. As a scent of aged wood wafted from the faded pages of that book, this man gazed once more at a particular image of Sangre.

“Come, both of you. Please, sit down on either side of me” Gregorio Esapeda sounded like an explorer finding a new world, “I knew this necklace was one which I’d seen before”.

Nathan asked, “Grandfather, what is it?”

“Greg, what does my Sangre have to do with this old book?” Brian was befuddled over the intersection of the young beauty which captured his heart and a book that had seen too many days gone by.

With either man aside him, Gregorio held the photograph of Sangre in his left hand and his right thumb upon a page of that book, “Look at both pictures, Brian”.

There it was in a fading book of ancient myths and legends, an image of a necklace upon a Goddess of Citirion.

Cromwell knew Esapeda was only trying to assist him with finding Sangre. But, a picture in a dusty, old book had nothing to do with a woman of the present day.

“I’m the man here, who should be grasping at straws, Gregorio”, Brian was just brushing off this implication of what his friend just said, “Not you”.

“Citirionites are nomads” Gregorio continued, “They came from a dying star many moons ago” Squinting his eyes at the image in that book, Esapeda spoke with resolution of his analysis, “The necklace matches. But, stop and look carefully at the resemblance”.

Sometimes skeptical of his own elders’ observations, Littlefeather lightly chuckled, “Grandfather, what you are saying is not logical”.

Reining in level of respect he required from his grandson, Gregorio Esapeda spoke from a position of a man who treasured the lineage of history, “We’ve learned from our elders. That knowledge has descended the ancients to our elders”

Single word barely escaped Brian’s mouth, “Alien?”

Knowing how odd this may have sounded to the two younger men in his presence, Esapeda wasn’t speaking about little green men out of tin can spacecraft scurrying about this earth.

Gregorio was speaking of an ancient people who found a home on planet earth – the Citirionites.

“What I am telling you is this” Sternly he spoke, while gazing downward at both images, “Only Goddesses of Citirion are chosen to wear that necklace”.

Gregorio was not backing away from that fact.

“If what you are saying is true, then I’ve lost her forever” Brian took a long breath.

Nathan sighed, “Grandfather, is that true?”

“All moments hold opportunity. And, even her decision to leave here right now, is most timely” Gregorio placed palms together, as another aspect of the legend was told, “There is a brief period when this location known as Paraiso de la Rosa Luna. Or, Paradise of the Rose Moon can be accessed”.

Brian held a piece of paper in his hand, which he never thought would be shown to anyone else, “I found this in her bedroom. But, I didn’t realize the importance of what she wrote until right now”.

As Nathan was handed the slip of paper, he slowly began to read it out loud, “Cuando una pizca de rubor se ve en la Luna, que es cuando me encuentro a mi casa” Then, he repeated it in English, “When a speck of blush is seen upon the moon, that is when I find my home”.

Sangre’s words were almost a roadmap for Brian to locate her. He just hoped the moment to hold her in his arms once more hadn’t been lost to eternity.

“You have said you love this woman, Brian” Gregorio added a question to that statement, “How far are you willing to go to have her in your arms again, Brian?”

Brian Cromwell was at a crossroads of logic and legend. For what would have been simple to say in response, this man in love loosened the boundaries of his own thinking about probabilities and possibilities to hold Sangre once more, “Anywhere that is possible”.

“Love makes fools of men” Elder male smiled and inhaled at the reason for even bringing up a solution to this predicament, “Love makes the impossible possible”.

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On that pathway to happiness in this romantic adventure fantasy, love is the ultimate destination. In A.H. Scott’s romantic adventure fantasy, love is the ultimate destination. Can love be just around the corner, or beyond the stars?

Some men fall in love with the girl next door. For one man, his heart was touched by a woman from farther than he could imagine.

Brian fell in love with a dream.

Yet, the fantasy was a nightmare, because this woman was not what she seemed.

Her name was....."Sangre".

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“In the end…..we are left with ourselves” – A.H. Scott