Reflection

Wash you dirty soul-
Hell is waiting-

As a child I would laugh. As a teenager I would fight. As a young man I would debate. And fight. Now I would give no emotion. I would enjoy the self reflection process I’d put them through.

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I’m thankful to have you read the odd stories and pieces of literature that I create. I view this platform as a place to sharpen my literary sword. I’ve been humbled by comments I never expected to receive. If ever you need clarity on a piece I’ve written please know you’re welcome to contact me. I would much rather that than to be misunderstood.

Cheers.

The goggles were created specifically for me by a well known artist. I have them placed on top of a clock in my office. I am watched.

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Last Summer – Don’t not write what you know best.

Last summer I was asked, ‘What made you, you? How did you get this way?’

It was 2 in the morning. I hadn’t seen my childhood friend since his wedding six years ago. He hadn’t changed and the years were good to him. It was 2 am and we’d outlasted his family. His brother was getting married and they came to the coast for the bachelor celebration.

My memory works with imagery. Often I try to not remember. I’m told I have a memory that’s abnormal. I don’t think of words or places, I see. Then, I’m there. A thousand images. I wanted to answer and I did. I said, ‘I ought to write a book about it.’

 

I had been struggling with my second book. The story is complete yet the editing proved most difficult. It wasn’t clear to me until recently when Megan said, ‘You are good when you write what you know.’

My imagery flashed and I was back with my childhood friend and I saw his face as he again asked, ‘What made you, you?’

I’m on chapter 22.

Scorned Mother of Ours – Odd Walking Thoughts

You- scorned mother. Let’s take a walk. We write this only for you. The field is flowering and much color presses toward us. It’s shameful and it’s tragic. It’s not once, but twice, or more and this isn’t what you designed. Design, much like fairness, has little to do with all. It matters little because your brood is still with you and you are exacting. They know where to turn. Let’s don’t forget your history and support of others will continuously build. Echoing voices find you at night. Your distressed sheets are empty. This is only a moment and a moment you cannot control. You are among the best kind of women. Take what you need. Along with the yellow. You’ll know this is written for you and you will not wonder. You are reading and knowing and we say hello and see you soon.

Into the Dark – Odd Walking Thoughts

I originally scheduled this improperly. Hence the need to reblog. I worked at this location directly out of HS and before my accident.

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Into the dark most will come. There wasn’t a dam and there wasn’t a nuke plant. Steam didn’t rise from the background and loom over the dam. I never stood on the dam with a flashlight looking for the body. I wasn’t asked why the valve wouldn’t shut. I didn’t learn to walk within the switch yard and the accident never happened. Into the dark most will come. Not me and not then and not now. My memories are my own.

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Into the Dark – Odd Walking Thoughts

Into the dark most will come. There wasn’t a dam and there wasn’t a nuke plant. Steam didn’t rise from the background and loom over the dam. I never stood on the dam with a flashlight looking for the body. I wasn’t asked why the valve wouldn’t shut. I didn’t learn to walk within the switch yard and the accident never happened. Into the dark most will come. Not me and not then and not now. My memories are my own.