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I am starting this blog because it is something I have always wanted to do, probably since around the time I was in the seventh or eighth grade. This has always been a dream, and the time has come where I found my voice, or at least I think I did. This is a new chapter in my life and it is to help myself cope with things going on with my life, and in order to do that I felt it was time to move on from the ragged old journal and open my mind to the world.┬áTo speak quite frankly, I do not give a fuck about whether or not you enjoy reading what gets posted. Honestly, the only care I have is being able to speak my mind, tell the stories I would like to, and overall just enjoy myself. I guess you could call this my therapy, and it is at the expense of either your enjoyment or misery. So to the people that find satisfaction with this post and the posts that follow, I thank you, and I promise, at least from my own point of view, there will never be a dull moment. A few friends of mine will also be sharing what they find worth telling the world. To go at this alone would just be futile, especially when I know of so many around me that share the same raw hunger I have to express themselves but do not know how to. All together, this is stumpedwise, a dream of mine that will finally meet reality. And to the people that don’t like what we have to say, how we write, our perspective on the world and whats going on in it or anything else that this site will offer in the future, and I can’t speak for anyone else, but go fuck yourself.

TQS

stumpedwise

Lube Your Manners

It’s been awhile since I posted some of my thoughts on this shitty, fucking
D grade website. Sadly, I have been so busy, there have not really been any good opportunities for me to share what has been on my mind recently and it has been a serious bother. If you want the complete truth, I spent a little too much time inside of the bottle over the past couple months, and while I spent that time surrounded in a liquid haze of spirits, there was unfortunately little writing to be done in my mind.

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Theory Dreams

the theory of a daydream,
I hold dear with my cigarettes,
the theory that held me down.
like the forgotten king said,
as I watch a cloud of smoke rise into nothing,
I realized what it’s all worth,
it’s all worth just about nothing.
here and gone or perhaps
there and back again,
what does it matter?
Just take the moment and begin to pretend
that we can buy our virtue at the door
but never forget,
the piper won’t refund the price
and the time,
oh it will forever be changing
while we can’t get our change from time.
there is always tomorrow I heard someone once say
until one day the theory never fades,
though another day it might
forever doesn’t exist
so hold those cigarettes tight

TQS

stumpedwise.

Paid in Change

and in the next life,
you will find the ones who
can still recognize you
through the mask of a new face
you will recognize them too.
You want to answer the question?
What’s soul?
The karmic debt we pay,
is only a fraction of the price
and lately I’ve been paying in change

GP

stumpedwise.

strange.

so very strange
no one knows why
the world spins, the rain falls
no one knows why
but the time moves on
no contrition for the gone lost
nor the ones without their heads
it just keeps moving on
ever thought about yesterday
where it went, who could say?
yesterday was ten years ago
or at least we can try and believe so
what about tomorrow and the day before that
travel there but always forget how to get back
so very strange

TQS

stumpedwise.

#49322

This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but my eyes can wander
way beyond
any fortress.

The sun escapes
the sky, and dips
behind the trees.
Pickup-trucks
and peacocks
catch what light
can fight through leaves.
I can only see them
against the hand of god,
which stretches out to me
In a pantomime of
violets, yellows, and blues.

This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but, my hope and
my imagination
cannot be restricted
by the thin window
of a cell.

PD

stumpedwise.

stump.

Can we find us a place for their heads
just remember it can’t go left unsaid
and don’t change your feet
just to change your life
upset with what you’ll find
another Sunday behind

What can I say?
It’s time to follow the road
but where were going,
it’s now we go alone
so accepting whats gone
brings us all to go on
leave the days in vain
the ones that kept us blind
another Sunday behind

and reality
is not so far away
despite the broken memories of our yesterdays
So don’t lose your faith
just set the pace
and give this life a try
another Sunday behind

there’s more to it all
at least that’s what I heard
So we’ll watch the birds
fly over the sea
in the place for our heads
the one we dared to hide
leaving Sunday behind

TQS

stumpedwise.