A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

Progress
is not sprinting -
it is a marathon
and the fastest one out of the gate
can lose.

Being a fifth wheel
hurts even worse when I see
who they chose instead.

Imagine time
with heavy hands
that crush and mar.
Imagine time
with healing hands
smoothing out our scars.

So…the news of Tumblr being sold, to Yahoo of all places, makes me quite uncomfortable about the future of this site and its community.

I’m not going anywhere right now but I do want to point out alternative ways to find me and my writing, for those who are inclined.

I have a Twitter:
http://www.twitter.com/deuscain

I have a Facebook fanpage:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Deuscain/212616832131906

I have a Wordpress:
http://deuscain.wordpress.com/

Those are the big 3.  I also have a mostly abandoned Pheed where I posted recitations of my work:
https://www.pheed.com/Deuscain

So to anyone we lose over the next 6-12 months because of Yahoo, I want to thank you now for being awesome and making my life better over the past 3 years.  You’re a great community Tumblr - it’d be a shame to lose that just because of this sale.

P.S.  Feel free to drop me a line anytime, Ask a question, leave a comment, or just say, “Hi.”  My door’s always open.

If I had to say,
you’re a rotten excuse for
a human being.

I search for the night
at the bottom of drinks in
rock-bottom glasses.

Stand strong
Firm in your beliefs
Do not let them move you
never change who you are, remain
Granite.

Please sing me a song.
I don’t care which one, I just
need to feel again.

A penny dreadful second chance
mixed with a dollar store romance…
Why do you think that friction
will improve your fiction
when it’s too shallow to enhance.

Slow cigarette drag,
it tastes so good going down,
just a hint of death.

The heat of the night,
the rhythm, music, and dance;
passion in my breast.

Oh, how I watch you with pride,
my once-blushing bride.
In the years I’ve been gone
while you fought to stay strong,
I never left your side.

My quivering lips
taste the ghost of your mouth from
a never-shared kiss.

The bar,
Saturday night.
He drank away his grief
and just tried to forget about
His wife;
he hadn’t seen her in ages
but he could still feel her -
her touch, her smile…
Oh God;
it’s been two years…
She suddenly got sick
and before they knew what to do…
She…She…
She couldn’t leave.
He’d never left her side,
so she would not abandon him.
Not now;
when he needed all of her strength
to put down the liquor,
to stand back up
and live.