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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. To 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

Wake Me Up For Mass

When I opened the door Papa was sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, holding a shotgun. There was an empty bottle at his feet and a glass of melting ice on the end table beside him. He stood up, holding the gun in his right hand he allowed the barrel to point towards the floor.

“Did, did ya see her die?”

“What do you mean?”

“My la, la-love.. did you see her die?”

“No Papa.. you should go to sleep”

“Na-no nobody tells me what to do”

He stumbled, kicked the bottle on the ground and used the shotgun to regain his balance. The barrel clanked on the floor. A tear swelled in Papa’s eye. He spoke trying to hold it from running down his face.

“You- you could have done something.”

“You know I couldn’t have”

“She was always disss-Ah-pointed in you, eva since you let Ellen get abused by those ba –ba boys”

“Why do you have to bring that up now? Let me take you to bed Papa”

“What I jus tells you? Na-no nobody tells me what to do.”

He stumbled again, and as he regained his balance the shotgun went off. Papa had blown a hole in the floorboard. The blast had upset Gus the family dog. The gun fell to the ground and so did Papa as he began to cry. I knelt beside him and moved his grey hair out of his eyes revealing his wrinkled face. I looked up at a picture on the wall of Mama, Papa, and brother Jack. All of them so young, it reminded me of simpler times. Times I dreamt about flashing back to. Times when Papa would take us fishing and Mama would be cooking. Times when Papa would walk in the house grab Mama and say “Miss Rita you drive me crazy” and Mama would say “sit down and eat, I been cookin all day”. But those days are gone and are replaced with days like this. Days where Papa drinks, and I search for the man he used to be in the wrinkles of his face.

“Come on Papa, let me take you to bed. I’ll wake you up for mass in the morning”

“I can’t sleep, them sa-sa cicadas keep me up all niahght”

“Yeah, they keep me up too”

“I’m sorry, Andy”

“It’s alright Papa, I understand”

I grabbed Papa under his arms and walked him up the stairs. His old body felt bony and thin. I put him in his bed and turned off the light. Before I could close the door he yelled out

“Hey Andy!”

“Yes?”

“Don’t forget to wake me up for mass, I got some quah-questions for that sons of a bitch named Jesus Criahist”.

I chuckled and shook my head.

“Sure thing Papa”.

 

PD

stumpedwise.

Price of Nothing

Low funding,
yet High in mind
Trace the footsteps in the snow
A subject of the object 
Just without comprehension. 
Yet that trail we trace, 
Ends somewhere under a rainbow, 
or perhaps a dark and damp road

"At what cost, is not the cost of what.
However, it must be nothing"

Priceless,
There is no idea finer
Except for the sign in the window, 
It was never on
But how ‘bout those odds
They bet to show.
the sign never went on

Another dark Friday, early in the morning
So let’s buy what could otherwise be stolen
“Is that why they’re all angry?”
“No, it’s the sanity that keeps them mad,
It’s the only reason they wait in line”

"So madness keeps us sane? 
There is no sense in that."
 
"Yes, but there is no cents when it comes to sense."

Ahh, Priceless
But why the lack of self- worth?
Well it's all worth while, don't ya think?
Something must be worth something, even if it's nothing


then what is priceless,
it's nothing
nothing but an idea
The concept for those in spirits, 
Who attempt to drown it all out.
Drown out the noise of that treacherous question? 
“Excuse me! Is this on sale?” 

TQS

stumpedwise.

How They Met God

“You ever hear the one about Cassius Clay and the laight-switch?” No. “Alright, Alright, well according to legend.” What kinda legends you talkin’ these days? “Hear me out now, ya see, Legend has it that Cassius Clay was so fast he’d been in a hotel room, right” Oh shoot, alright. “Listen now, he’d be in this hotel room, and before he’d go to bed, he’d get up to turn off the laight-switch, but he’d be back in bed sleeping before the room got dark!”

Nick slammed his fist down
Walter poured them both more gin
Laughter filled the scene.

Ahh man! You sure is one dumb son of a you know what waltz, but you show are funny! “You ever hear the one about the unsinkable ship and the iceberg?” Not now waltz I can’t take you joking anymore. “Shoot Nick, you wanna know something?” Lemme hear it. “In spite of ourselves, I think were gonna make it outta here, and when we do, were gonna be sitting on rainbows.”

Off in the distance
Danger hid amongst the brush-
Men of the jungle

Rainbows! You really think so? “I knows so, you know Nick, Gods got a little somthin’ planned for each of us” Yeah? What chu think he got planned for us now? “For you Nicky, I ani’t too sure.” Shoot Waltz, I’m pretty sure God’s got you cut on out to be some sorta comdiean or somethin’ “Maybe so, whatever it is he’s up their thinkin’, I knows it’s gonna be best.” I wanna go home Waltz. “Soon enough Nick, Soon enough.

When out of thin air
Gunfire like sideways rain
Shattered gin glasses

Together they sat
Upon rainbows with their God
Lit up smokes, cracked jokes

“Ya see Nick, I told ya it was gonna be best.” Yous was raight Waltz, this even better then home.

 

PD

stumpedwise.

mind your caput

Reach up with a hand,
And push off with a foot.
If you fall down,
mind your caput.

“Climbing is quite easy!”
I heard him exclaim,
“These cracks and fissures
all know my name.”

The voice came from a climber
As grand as these steps.
Capaneus the warrior,
how could I forget?

Astonished I watched,
slipping in the gravel and sand,
Capeneus upward bound,
Posting his climb on Instagram.

While I was distracted,
and looking around,
I slipped carelessly
And fell down to the ground.

Dizzying jealousy
Is a merry-go-round.
If you stay on long enough,
you’re sure to fall down.

Falling is putting
yourself in a place
you may not have been to
And you may not escape.

Reach up with a hand,
and push off with a foot
If you fall down,
Mind your caput.

MAH.
stumpedwise.

Sea Watch

In the hot sun is a place called home;
It’s where people are born and
where people fall in love:
Skies so blue you must squint to look at it,
Waters so green you must go under to see through,
Sands so rolling you must sleep on it
to feel it.
When you find a place like this
the wind will never blow cold ever again.

PD

stumpedwise.