At The End of The Tunnel

 

Step into the light the white bright

That might signal that which is thine end

(By thine own hand?) Command you would

If you weren't prostrate

(No not Prostate although you need to get your ass up)

In a state of that place right flat on your face

The rain doesn't care that you lie down there 

In the somewhere 

The dark would welcome you today 

Plenty of places for which you can lay

and let die

Sobs go unheard echoed in silence for miles

Distanced from your smiles the whys

and answers as empty as your crys

All that pain.....? its just steps forward

Toward your peace but it cant happen if you cease

To be

Open your eyes so that you might see

Although you've fallen and dirty

You're just as worthy as anyone else

And sooner than you think 

Your date with destiny coincides

with the reunion of you and

the Sun.

Lovelight and happiness

as you become one

chay 2020

 The Song I Sing (Amongst the Starfall From Grace)

And they fell amongst the shards of stars as did I but

I did not die did I?

I'd fly but for the fourscore and scorch

Upon feathered tethered to the ground 

The frowned upon a once a time

Damaged maybe even imagined wing

So sayeth the song I sing

chay 2020

I'm Never Going Back

 I'm Never Going Back

I go right not left

I go North fuck South

I go naught back from whence I came

For thein lies the waste of thought

Of what was and what was wrought

I ought not burn any more currency

On that which is not currently

I am not that which I was anymore

The future say what I cannot yet hear

Yet any fear is burned in effigy 

Of what might’ve been the ‘Old’ me

While yet i am the Oldman

Ill take my chances with the deck reshuffled

With the cards in my new hand

And thus what I was aint what I am

Every moment forward I am 

A new man

Chay 2020

Sardines and Soundgarden

 So...Hi.

It's your favorite writer again. I've got a few things up my sleeve for this forum. Hopefully, you like them. I have an Episodic Series in the works. Meanwhile, I intend to fill the space with different things. Some will be mundane, some will be emotional (forgive me). Some will be rants and raving. Others will be future projects. Still, others will be the adventures of annoyance (personal). All of it is my version of reality TV. Poems, pisstivity, anger, and depths of love mixed with levels of me guaranteed to get on your damn nerves. Hopefully, it's enough to entertain and keep you in want for more of the good that comes of it. Tonight, in particular, I posted on my IG and my Facebook about me voting today. It was therapeutic and cathartically helped me dispel the heinous bullshit from my job. So it was definitely worth it besides the obvious importance to motivate and encourage others to use their one true power: voting. I'm not going to get into the politics of it. This is just about how today went and where I am with the writing. I needed some music and "settled" upon Cornell. If you hang around me long enough you'll hear me speak on music and its effects on everything and also how Chris Cornell helped me through a divorce. He also was the soundtrack for its trainwreck that followed and its subsequent phoenix-ing and new, much brighter days. So its Soundgarden and Sardines. Its sardines because I'm trying to eat better and the smaller the fish the less the mercury. (Although I'll probably only eat fish twice a week regardless.) This is my effort to begin the trek to the 125 years I often pray for. I'm 50 and honestly, the number hangs over me like the fucking death sentence that it really isn't. I'm working through it. I'm praying more even though my tongue is as violent as ever. (forgive me) One of the techniques I've come up with is to let the past be exactly what it is. I have turned into a Cornerback. Sure I get burned, but I let it sit in the back of the Nevermind. There, it doesn't get a tag or label. it gets a Hefty and I move the fuck on. So while looking up this and that (you know, "research" lol) I put on some Cornell, Soundgarden to be exact, the first album Ultramega OK, which is me right about now. I'm about to finish this 'Black Widow' comic and this album and head into tomorrow faithful that I'll give you more content to chew on and that I can survive the day. (is it always as dire as we make it?) I love you. keep reading. Keep hanging in there with me as I introduce you to new people, new characters on the journey with Episodic Fiction, the soon to be complete short story Le Doux Noir and maybe a poem or two. Let me know how you like what I put out and what tickles your fancy or makes you want to hate me even more. I love you and its Thursday in the ever-odd month of October.

Until we meet again,

Chay