Stormy J. Froom - Memoirs of a Little Old Man

Memoirsof a Little Old Man - REVISED Stormy J Froom Smashwords Edition Copyright 2010Stormy J.Froom This e-book islicensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not bere-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to sharethis book with another person, please purchase an additional copyfor each person you share it with. If youre reading this book anddid not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only,then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your owncopy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. REVIEWS "Memoirs of aLittle Old Man, by Stormy Froom shows the growth of a hurt boy intomanhood.

This book gives hope to those in the deepest depths ofdespair. Yes! they too can heal and become happy from within. Thisbook of poetry and black ink art can be a quick read or one toponder over, well worth the money. I recommend this book to anyoneinterested in personal healing and growth or those seekingunderstanding of someone who is beginning a pathway ofhealing."--Chapters online bookstore, anonymous- ABOUT THEAUTHOR Hello, my name isStormy Froom and I wanted to talk about me and writing thisself-published book. My childhood and growing up had been filledwith chaos and pain. I got to a point in my life to which Icouldn't handle it anymore.

I had to get it out or die but the painhad to stop. So the first two chapters is me remembering when atime of nightmare and hope still lingered in me. A time whenfeelings had a meaning for at that time at least emotions werelouder than pain. Years later I started to draw and that is whyhalf the book is art (to heal through sight) and finally I neededto let others know that there is another side to pain, there can beanother day where the clouds don't taunt the rays of the present.Healing is all I do now so I can feel without the pain(SpiritualHealer). My book is to hopefully help the ones that know this pain.Many blessings to you and may it flow into life. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS This book isdedicated, To the lost soulsthat live their lives in secret, with internal devastation, Torn inside withpains in every waking night.

In hopes you mayheal through sight. AND To my sonJayde, for the gift of aheart. AUTHORSNOTE My name is StormyFroom. I welcome you tomy healing, To a fantasy inwhich I lived every day of my life. Please read slowlyand understand, These arent justwords on pages to come, But my soul spreadout before you, To heal, To be whole. CONTENTS To Feel To Love To Soar My Art SurvivalHealing My Manifesto CHAPTER 1 Moon Goddess Echoing from thedark, She lights ourway.

TO FEEL In a dark ladencorner hidden from the touch of light, Sits a shell of asoul once bright. An decrepitweathered old man, Beaten by a pastthat taunts within the shadows of every waking night. His roots growfrom the pain that is sapped from the essence of fear. Darkness whichlingers in the daylight follows and taunts into the mists of hisdreams. An anger againstthe empty hollowness lives within a little boy of his past. An outsider hiddenwithin masks so vast to hide the pain.

Born with walls sohigh but lost to the skies. Chained to afeather only of sight, Weighted from acurse of his undoing. Just a little boytranquil within thoughts of chaos. Confused and lostin the darkness hell hide, From a faceless unknowing, Pondering why? His existencetakes form in a realm of castles and fairy tales. Of an untold storyof a boy, Hunted by abeast. The sanctuary ofthe mist which clouds his dreams is where the battles takepart.

So no one willhear his piercing screams, Or the shatteringof his heart. Ravaging the scarslay bare and aching theyll be. With the coming ofnight a beast finds harmony. Perched on pillarof stone, A gargoyle he hasbecome. A beast calmed inthe sin of ecstasy. No hurt to harmhim, With his heartonly stone.

No pain hellknow, No need to bewhole. Lay upon a pathwith no map hell walk, To a loosely hungstring of a fantasy. Unholy thoughtsare all he hears. Battles withinwalls so great with voices so loud. Fire which onceflowed through pumping veins, As lava to a golden heart, Now lays batteredand cold. Inhuman to the manhe once was, To the fantasyonce lived.

Concaved fromwithin the dark his only sanctuary. Longing to bewhole, For now hepossesses a dammed soul. To live a day is ayear, To live a year isto feel an eternity without a day. CHAPTER 2 Love Held within asingle touch, Flutters the heartin a way. Gentle breathe ofmother earth, Tickles and smilesaway. TO LOVE Pondering of atime when the future was now and tomorrow was years to come.

Feeling the warmbreathe of mother earth against his skin. He passes throughthe thick stagnant air of his past, He ponders on asingle candle, Lay upon his tableas a reminder of a spark once given. Reaching withinthe webs and walls of his own very soul, He cradles anember. To the past hellgo in the present hell be. With his eternalflame lit, The boundaries ofhis domain lay in shadows no more. Gazing upon itstranquil presence, Taunting the flamedances with unknowing power.

Pulling him fromreality to a fantasy once given. Eyes lay upon to atime of unknowing, A time of hisfirst, Only love, That made himsing. A melody withoutany sound, To dance withoutno motion. Revoking an imageof a maiden sent through paths of time to stumble upon hisfeet. Her essence sappedfrom the purity of a drop water, Drained from anancient glacier, Untouched fromgrasping hands. Refined and moldedfrom a single spark, Given by the nightsky.