~Z Contemplate~

WordWulf By WordWulf, 1st Apr 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/287fzfz./
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~ rock stars on the other side of the wall ~ guitarists & singers ~ wild-eyed drummers ~ I crank up my industrial fan ~ a Black & Decker special ~ chop the music up into digestible pieces ~ closing my eyes ~ I remember the wild days ~

~Z Contemplate~

“Break it down!” he insists, “Break it on down!” his young heart learning the deeper yearning, the need to bleed and howl. He is disturbed by the roar of the crowd, the fight of the century, pounding fists, eventual blessed event of falling. He’s watching his friends watch television sports and he just doesn’t get it. He would rather eat chicken. That’s my Z, my son, and his life friends. I call ‘em the wild boyz.

Four of the wild boyz are cooking steak tonight, cutting up in the kitchen, talking to a girl on the phone. I see myself in their antics, their young blood and the moon waxing full three days from now. They are black and white and brown, the same. Hawaiian, Cherokee, Black, Asian, Caucasian, in their twenties and I am in the august of my life I suppose, an American man. Midnight’s gone, my son, and so are they.

Last night was the stallion dream, self-image superimposed, standing down, making way for new life warriors, daughters and sons and their daughters and sons, aware of the youth rhythm blood coursing through their veins and offering support while infinitely aware that at some point I am simply in the way. Old horses become shadows of themselves. Life’s losses pale in the realization that survival demands the best of us. All that is not falls away.

~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Snow Angels~
~Makin’ Music in the House O’ Blood~
~The Boy and the Wulf~

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American, Art Photography, Asian, Black, Black Decker, Caucasian, Cherokee, Dream, Father, Guitars, Hawaiian, Old Horses, Son, Spirit Philosophy, Tom Wordwulf Sterner, Wikinut, Wild Boyz, Writer Novelist, Young Blood, Z Contemplate

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I write novels, poetry, songs,nonsense & lies. Sometimes truth sneaks in when I ain't lookin'.

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author avatar joan marie
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

Great writing your stream of conciousness. I think the last line holds the key to being successful at life

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author avatar WordWulf
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

Thank-you, it is resolution.

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author avatar Denise O
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

Your words are so true. I don't know wether to rejoice or cry. Having been so much into others lives and then your job is done and you must open the gates and let life move on. So bitter sweet. Nice job. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar WordWulf
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

Bittersweet it is. I very nearly lost my mind when my youngest of five turned 18 & went off to establish his life. We know we've done our job well when they do that but it hurts (in a good way, if that is possible:-).

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author avatar foxpete88
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

an interesting article. thanks 4 sharing.-

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author avatar WordWulf
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

I appreciate your comment.

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author avatar Aileen Tecson
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

very nice comparison and such exchanges of experiences everyone know what each other is thinking..

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author avatar WordWulf
2nd Apr 2011 (#)

Communication is necessary, isn't it.

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