As You Were

I suppose this or these are Chronicles of the Written.
Its as solid a name as any. We can begin right here right back where we started from as the lyrics go.
I've got 49 of these scattered about the eras of my life like some timelined bookmarks.

And thus the future is now. The goal is as auspicious as it was whenI created 'The Writer's Block' way back then: to entertain.

Nothing's changed. Maybe my age and the fact that I fancy myself as less stupid now.

The stupid parts have mainly curtailed into a brand new family. (almost like a new number one in comics. You know how often THAT happens!)

Like I share with anyone who dares listen, once you've gotten that part mainly figured out, then you can go about like you are a member of the Legion of Doom (circa 1979, not the current Snyder version.)

"Dedicated to a singular mission: The Conquest of The Universe!" Only one thing can stop this intergalactic threat, ME!
That's right. Me. I am mine own enemy. 

So this will be the tale or tales of me, in my often maddening attempt to defeat the most ruthless killer of completion: myself.

In the meanwhile, I hope to actually learn more about the enemy in the hope to show you how to conquer your own writing demons that you might find a modicum of whatever you deem success.

Remember: the small wins equal winning the war. I hope to contribute every day something that a hopeless writer like me might give you a sliver of hope.

If it gets good enough, we will journey
with a few of my beloved characters in the form of episodic stories, break down my processes, give you some sneak previews and keep you interested.

And yes, I will be trying to get you to click
on something the side. The piano does have a tip jar so feel free! I want us to have fun, stir something deep inside and keep your attention over the next few months or so.

I know I'm competing with your
regular web surfing, you're own aspirations as well as the wave of streaming content but together we will build something special enough to where you may want to come back a time or two and even tell
friend.

Let me know along the way your thoughts and opine away on this very forum in the comments section. Hang on. Here we go.

Chay
Sept 2019

I Could've Done Better

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I Could've Done Better 

I could've done better 

Doesn’t matter now 

The love in tow disappears 

In the shear of the river 

On a row boat 

Gone afloat on its own 

All alone and empty  

Like me 

Disappeared  

Two  

To become one 

With the sea 

Until it's none 

And not even the sun can account 

For what ultimately  

Intimately amounts to naught 

To wrought what 

Just cannot 

Was not 

Meant to be 

Chay 2018 

All My Heroes Are Dead

Michael said
There's no White Light and he's not through
So say you
Gone
Song buried gone
Lost with
Chris
Who was Just Like Suicide
10 years held my hand afterwith
My wife and I
Decided to live and let die
Sigh
Deal with black crows that fly
and let me know just how alone
I actually am
Flown I'm grown
But because you gone
I can't call you
Up on the phone
I'm the last of us
I cant I wont
Remake us
Because we unfulfilled
We failed we fled
You gone you dead
Instead
You left us
You left me man
I stand in the middle
of nowhere
Looking like you
Unable to face
Your people
I'm you but I'm not
I'm better but I'm the same
I'm sane but i can't explain
The pain you gave
The slave i am
To the begging of more of you
Owe me
You don't know me
You never did
and now you gone
All of you
But just like always
I'm on my own

chay 2018

The Awakening

                                                                                                   
                                Yeahhhhh


Guess who's back?
Y'all woke up the dead
Not in spirit No
dead in flow?
Maybe the fuck so
but fuck no!
I aint gone...my song might be solo
I might be alone
But you wrong if you think
i'm cashin in my ashes
Asses to boot i refute death
Cause i got seven cuts of seven mo
Kved alive seven alive
A nigga like me is still on!
and here in the rip roarin raw
Is my rip roarin song
All life long
Its like i was never gone

Chay 2017

Do You Believe?

Does anyone believe in me anymore?

Did they ever to begin with?

My gift is that of wordsmith

But I tend to drift slowly floatfully                                                 

Hopefully right off a cliff

Quickly shift from high to nigh

On the ocean shore

Do you believe?

Does anyone anymore?

 

Chay2013

Saved From Exile

 

Saved From                  

E X I L E               

Would I be able to catch your wind

On my hole filled sails?

I trail your comet stuck in the sand

Would it be if just for a moment

I could hold your wonderfully tender hand

I would chance the flight to be your man

To be your man it sounds so grand

Not that it was something I planned

No not at all I was in the middle of the riddle

Of a freefall and a self imposed un rosed

Exile

But now I’m GOD endowed and would walk a

Country mile to see your spectacular smile

To hear your soul warmed laugh

I love your amazing addition to my life

Damn if GOD aint good at HIS maddening math

Goodness if goddess in grand life changing path

Thank you Queen

Chay 2012

Going The Long Way About

   My soul is cold                                                                        

                  On the downfeather of gold

             They say that folk caint be bought

                 I cant roll over and play dead

      Even though you pissed a hole in my not yet

                            Warmed grave

The funeral you planned was an unmanned casket ruined

And exposed the holes in your basket cased painkiller laced

            Soul that I kept together and wept in weather

                      Not worth weeping over

                 Seeping over with Supernova

                         Hot with separation

      My sickening deadication to you was maddening

  Harrowed with sorrow I tried to follow your hollow bones

                 Into your personal zone of hell

                 Into which I fell from grace

                Space : the end of my kind

I find myself wondering who the hell gave me the right to

                Burn away three years on bullshit

     Fit to be tied tried and judged I still wouldn’t budge

         From the life sucking sludge that was you

     But im redempt Yes? Relit on a new GodHot fuse

                 On the refuse to die hard like I die

I fly on the fuel that you defecated on my prostrated being

And my how my soul sings

Seeing now I was fool but now Im knew

With the replacement you would be incorrect to say

You were merely a delay in my happiness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Going The Long Way About
Chay2012