In The Demon's Head #124: Blast From The Past Tuesday
June 11, 2013
Originally, I thought about moving two sets of these posts over a week. I figure instead of doing that though, I'll bring one at a time. Welcome to my Blast From the Past Tuesday. I thought about doing a Throwback Thursday thing, but everyone does that, fuck being like everyone else. So welcome to Tuesday. I'll be posting 3 different post from before, all of them written pieces, so enjoy.
June 11, 2013
Originally, I thought about moving two sets of these posts over a week. I figure instead of doing that though, I'll bring one at a time. Welcome to my Blast From the Past Tuesday. I thought about doing a Throwback Thursday thing, but everyone does that, fuck being like everyone else. So welcome to Tuesday. I'll be posting 3 different post from before, all of them written pieces, so enjoy.
A Long Hard Road
My reflection tells me the story of someone long forgotten,
In a past I can’t remember,
I’ve been out here for so long,
That no one even knows who I am anymore,
Driving miles and miles along in a vast wasteland of traffic,
Is how I spend my waking hours,
And in that time I’ve missed it all,
Birthdays,
Anniversaries,
Even funerals,
All seeking something,
That doesn’t really exist,
The gears would grind as I would drive,
Wishing only to stop,
But I couldn’t,
Wouldn’t,
Not until I reached my destination,
But now,
Beside this lake,
I realize that there are some things,
Better than the life I live,
And while I may have to start over,
I will find those promises,
Hidden somewhere else,
Away from the traffic,
Away from the stops,
My family,
My home,
My life is all that’s left now,
Watching the cab sink into the water out of sight,
It was good while it lasted,
In the footsteps that echo,
Off the gravel as I walk away,
In the distance I can hear,
An engine starting,
And in that roar,
I swear I hear them say,
Thank you,
For finally letting them rest
About the Picture and Piece
This was something that I pictured as soon as I saw the reflection of the truck in the water. I see the truck looking in at itself and asking what had it become and to me that translates into the truck driver doing the same.
*********
The Garden
They’ve told me that everything could be a gateway,
But I never listened,
Then one afternoon I was walking through the yard,
I heard a voice whisper to me,
At first I was confused,
But it called again,
And this time I couldn’t help but answer,
I followed the voice,
Which continued to call my name,
Through the bushes,
And then I saw it,
The face of a man,
Cut into the grass,
Right in front of me,
His mouth moving,
Calling for me,
Welcome
We are here to grant you a gateway,
To eternity,
We will show you the way,
But you must trust us,
I sat silent and scared,
Wondering what came next,
As the face pulled forward,
And a hole was revealed,
Behind it a vast world,
Full of colors,
And things that I had never seen before,
I was scared,
To enter,
And with that I ran away,
Now,
Years have passed,
And I sit here looking back at my life,
Wondering what could be different,
And thinking what could have been,
Had I went through those bushes,
And even though I’m now hundreds of miles away,
The voice still calls to me,
Begging me to come,
Home,
But I must fight,
And I must stay away,
Afterall,
A hole like that,
Cost me my Father,
And My Mother,
I will not allow it to take me too,
So I’ll sit here in this nice little room,
Where the nice people give me food,
Water,
And medicine,
And I’ll stare at the blank walls,
And try not to envision the colors,
That I once saw,
For this way they don’t haunt my nightmares,
About the Picture and Piece
This piece was something that was kind of out of left field when you look at the picture. The picture gives off this tone of happy go lucky and everything is pleasant. Please don’t think that I see the gloom in everything but the way I look at the pictures and the way my mind works up the words to go with them isn’t something that I have control over. If you have ever written a poem or something then you get where I’m coming from here.
*******
The Core
Those tags jingle in the wind,
I stood on the hill and watched as they brought him home,
We served together,
And I couldn’t believe that he was gone,
Taken away from us like that,
In a hail of gunfire,
But nothing really surprises me anymore,
I mean should it,
Considering the things I’ve seen,
Nothing should really surprise me,
The salute,
And the music,
Warm my heart,
As I watch from Afar,
Might you ask why I’m not present?
At the laying of one of my closest friends,
Because they won’t let me be,
I was the one who laid him down,
In that hail of gunfire,
It was an accident,
Of Friendly fire,
But one I will never be able to take back,
So I stand afar,
In cuffs,
As the funeral proceeds,
I can watch no more,
I am put into the car,
And begin my long journey to wherever it is,
They want me to be,
With nothing but my thoughts,
And those memories,
To keep me company,
And neither are doing,
A good job,
About The Picture and Piece
This picture on this day has a very special place for me as a good friend of mine, Mr. Justin Odell graduates boot camp today. While I can’t be there I must say that I love and respect you man and can’t tell you enough to keep safe and watch your ass. As for the piece this was something that started out in my head as a safe, serene piece, but as it often does it wanted to take its own shape and that’s what it did.
****
Holy shit, there's a lot of these. It excites me to realize I've been doing this for this long. I'm glad to have you guys along for the ride. I can only hope, if you haven't seen these before, you enjoyed them. If you have seen them, then hopefully you enjoyed the reminder.
You can check connect with me across social media, click here to pick your poison of choice. You can also check out the library and pick up a copy of the stuff that is available. Finally, you can subscribe to my personal mailing list, with it you'll get free things every so often. As well as a weekly roundup of all the stuff published on this blog each week.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
My reflection tells me the story of someone long forgotten,
In a past I can’t remember,
I’ve been out here for so long,
That no one even knows who I am anymore,
Driving miles and miles along in a vast wasteland of traffic,
Is how I spend my waking hours,
And in that time I’ve missed it all,
Birthdays,
Anniversaries,
Even funerals,
All seeking something,
That doesn’t really exist,
The gears would grind as I would drive,
Wishing only to stop,
But I couldn’t,
Wouldn’t,
Not until I reached my destination,
But now,
Beside this lake,
I realize that there are some things,
Better than the life I live,
And while I may have to start over,
I will find those promises,
Hidden somewhere else,
Away from the traffic,
Away from the stops,
My family,
My home,
My life is all that’s left now,
Watching the cab sink into the water out of sight,
It was good while it lasted,
In the footsteps that echo,
Off the gravel as I walk away,
In the distance I can hear,
An engine starting,
And in that roar,
I swear I hear them say,
Thank you,
For finally letting them rest
About the Picture and Piece
This was something that I pictured as soon as I saw the reflection of the truck in the water. I see the truck looking in at itself and asking what had it become and to me that translates into the truck driver doing the same.
*********
The Garden
They’ve told me that everything could be a gateway,
But I never listened,
Then one afternoon I was walking through the yard,
I heard a voice whisper to me,
At first I was confused,
But it called again,
And this time I couldn’t help but answer,
I followed the voice,
Which continued to call my name,
Through the bushes,
And then I saw it,
The face of a man,
Cut into the grass,
Right in front of me,
His mouth moving,
Calling for me,
Welcome
We are here to grant you a gateway,
To eternity,
We will show you the way,
But you must trust us,
I sat silent and scared,
Wondering what came next,
As the face pulled forward,
And a hole was revealed,
Behind it a vast world,
Full of colors,
And things that I had never seen before,
I was scared,
To enter,
And with that I ran away,
Now,
Years have passed,
And I sit here looking back at my life,
Wondering what could be different,
And thinking what could have been,
Had I went through those bushes,
And even though I’m now hundreds of miles away,
The voice still calls to me,
Begging me to come,
Home,
But I must fight,
And I must stay away,
Afterall,
A hole like that,
Cost me my Father,
And My Mother,
I will not allow it to take me too,
So I’ll sit here in this nice little room,
Where the nice people give me food,
Water,
And medicine,
And I’ll stare at the blank walls,
And try not to envision the colors,
That I once saw,
For this way they don’t haunt my nightmares,
About the Picture and Piece
This piece was something that was kind of out of left field when you look at the picture. The picture gives off this tone of happy go lucky and everything is pleasant. Please don’t think that I see the gloom in everything but the way I look at the pictures and the way my mind works up the words to go with them isn’t something that I have control over. If you have ever written a poem or something then you get where I’m coming from here.
*******
The Core
Those tags jingle in the wind,
I stood on the hill and watched as they brought him home,
We served together,
And I couldn’t believe that he was gone,
Taken away from us like that,
In a hail of gunfire,
But nothing really surprises me anymore,
I mean should it,
Considering the things I’ve seen,
Nothing should really surprise me,
The salute,
And the music,
Warm my heart,
As I watch from Afar,
Might you ask why I’m not present?
At the laying of one of my closest friends,
Because they won’t let me be,
I was the one who laid him down,
In that hail of gunfire,
It was an accident,
Of Friendly fire,
But one I will never be able to take back,
So I stand afar,
In cuffs,
As the funeral proceeds,
I can watch no more,
I am put into the car,
And begin my long journey to wherever it is,
They want me to be,
With nothing but my thoughts,
And those memories,
To keep me company,
And neither are doing,
A good job,
About The Picture and Piece
This picture on this day has a very special place for me as a good friend of mine, Mr. Justin Odell graduates boot camp today. While I can’t be there I must say that I love and respect you man and can’t tell you enough to keep safe and watch your ass. As for the piece this was something that started out in my head as a safe, serene piece, but as it often does it wanted to take its own shape and that’s what it did.
****
Holy shit, there's a lot of these. It excites me to realize I've been doing this for this long. I'm glad to have you guys along for the ride. I can only hope, if you haven't seen these before, you enjoyed them. If you have seen them, then hopefully you enjoyed the reminder.
You can check connect with me across social media, click here to pick your poison of choice. You can also check out the library and pick up a copy of the stuff that is available. Finally, you can subscribe to my personal mailing list, with it you'll get free things every so often. As well as a weekly roundup of all the stuff published on this blog each week.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.