Chewing On Glass…

Watson Lane West… Old Balstrop Road…
Sign mocking me… reminds me where I’m heading
Plenty of places I’ve never been before
Floating down this creek for a relaxing get away
What’s left of a dried out river bed
That was once a gateway to a better place
Made of smooth stones and broken glass
Not getting real far with the blood left flowing
In me my hearts still beating… pushing along
That’s something I suppose to those
Who still care about such things
Like life and death and dying…
If you still feel the need… want to touch grass
You better hurry up and start planting it
Before it’s too late… before the time runs out
Maybe a couple of trees… a lake… and a stream
Won’t matter though because we love
The feeling of asphalt between our toes
More than we’d pretend to care that we don’t
Plenty of places I’ve never been to before
Already used up… left dead and gone…
Guess it doesn’t really matter naturally
Because it’s not like I’m going any further
Sheltering in place for the sake of my own sanity
The worlds been going a little crazy since
They found out the nature of what it means to live
What it means to consume until it’s gone
What it costs to get things done
And it turns out it is more than the dollar amount

It’s the little pieces of skin that are hard to swallow…

Commercialization of an unfamiliar place
Buying and selling things we don’t own
People and places we don’t know
Things that don’t mean enough to matter
Lives lived and lives walked away
By a plague or tidal wave
It’s not like they matter unless we say
Concrete mixture of dirt and sand
Industrialization of a thought we had
So we could understand what we know
This isn’t how we wanted it to begin with
Cancer is spreading and it’s hot as hell
Unwilling to give up on this modernization
Not just yet… too late to turn around
Spreading my tentacles through
The sands of time and our regrets
More concerned about what’s been said
Less concerned about what needs to be done
My sympathy lies in calculated reason
Feelings that change with the generations
Man spreading our genitals through
The halls of time and our success
Can’t take any of it back, but I’d do it again
A few more times at least until the end of time
Someone has to stick around to explain
The difference between right and wrong
The difference behind the reason of an idea
Set the table for something we’d just abandon
To convey what it means to be man

I don’t know if anyone else has noticed… Could just be me… but a lot of my broken thoughts lately have been about God… nature… and how they are one in the same… I wouldn’t call it a theme… Can’t seem to escape it either way…

For a while there I was stuck on time… failure… and coming up short… Perpetual themes to pass along the timeline of life… Has to be better than my usual themes about death… dying… and getting rid of myself… But if you look hard enough those themes are always kind of there…

Not sure why… How I have always been wired… Only way I know to exist… Seems sadder than it really is… Feels like it should hurt more… but it doesn’t… Not like it should at least… I’m already bored of this theme of self-reflection…

Time for something a little more relevant… a little more behind the scenes… Been working hard to get ahead on these broken thoughts so I can edit and spend time on all the stories I have been working on… I’ve got quite a few built up at this point… I just need to find the time…

Should have more than enough for another volume of Broken Thoughts… For those who don’t know what that is because… The people closest to me tell me I have a bad habit of not letting people know what I’m thinking…. or doing… Assuming only makes an ass out of me after a while… and I don’t need any help doing that…

My Broken Thoughts series is a collection of short stories intertwined with my broken thoughts… There are also poems found within… and if all goes as planned… this time I might be doing something a little different… What could be so special?…

Regardless of what I decide… Each volume contains exclusive short stories… ranging from horror stories… love stories… to even science fiction… Really all over the place… Really putting the broken in Broken Thoughts… This time around though… I am planning to include stories that didn’t make it into my forth coming novel… Fuck… I Hate It Here…

So… basically some shitty stories that weren’t good enough to make it into the novel?… Actually… no… I’d argue… and I have… That they are some of the best stories I have written to date… The stories I plan to include have been cut for pacing… not fitting into the theme of the novel… or being only an idea that came about during editing… At a certain point a story has to end…

Like I said… it is what I’m planning for Volume 4… and what I am working on at the moment… There will also be other stories not related to my next novel as per usual… Again… themes will vary from horror to literary fiction… love… no science fiction this time around… but that really depends on your definition of that genre… There is going to be a lot…

For those not interested in stories or novels… The collections also include actual Broken Thoughts not found here on the website… Even the ones that make it from the website to the page… have been rewritten and injected with more broken… Yeah… if you can believe that…

The collections really are a good way to get into what I am doing… I really try to give a little of everything… The novels are great too… But I get the hesitation of committing so much time to one idea… I mean I had to do it first… So… I get it… With that said… A Lie… is pretty good… In my opinion… and really paves the way for my next novel… Which I will have more info on when it is done being put together…

All very exciting things coming from Is That A Funeral? and all things me… Gross… I’m doing my best here… Hope all is well…