Text Tuesdays – New Prose – “Three Of The Hardest Words” – A Blue Lines Blog Four Week Wedding Series

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10/19/15
Was it your smile that got me?
That fateful day when our eyes met,
The beginning of us, with years to develop,
Moving forward in an unknown direction,
A future California dream,

When did everything change,
Separated by the United States,
Our affection matured by travel and distance,
To lead us to this day,
The Californian dream,

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – ” A Request…In Your Honor” – A Blue Lines Blog Four Week Wedding Series

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10/6/15
It began with a request,
Not like when I asked you,
As an adult, who had to fall to grow again,
You asked me in a mature phase,
I was flattered, to give back to you,
For your special day, and your special time,

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – “Enough?” – Haiku Piece

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I have not been overly inspired to write in some time, since about 2012. I have forced myself in some cases the last two years. I don’t know what to call this write, it’s new, a 5 haiku stanza piece that I tried to inspire myself to write.

8/18/15

Am I the reason…
You smile so bright and cheery,
Or is that a dream,

Can you make me love,
Again like I did that time,
Is it that easy,!

Text Tuesdays – Assata Shakur – Poem – “No One Can Stop The Rain”

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Featuring someone else’s work.
No One Can Stop The Rain
By Assata Shakur

Watch, the grass is growing.
Watch, but don’t make it obvious.
Let your eyes roam casually, but watch!
In any prison yard, you can see it – growing.
In the cracks, in the crevices, between the steel and the concrete,
out of the dead gray dust,
the bravest blades of grass shoot up, bold and full of life.
Watch, the grass is growing.
It is growing through the cracks.
The guards say grass is against the Law.
Grass is contraband in

Text Tuesdays – Song Lyrics – Foo Fighters – “Aurora”

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I don’t feel like writing, so this works.

You believe there’s something else
To relieve your emptiness
And you dream about yourself
And you bleed and breathe the air
And it’s on and on
I just kinda died for you
You just kinda stared at me
We will always have the chance
We can do this one more time
Hell yeah, I remember aurora
All this time
Take me now, we can spin the sun around
And the stars will all come out
Then we’ll turn and come back down

Text Tuesdays – Answering Questions

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I am still having a time working on the idea I’ve had the last two weeks. Therefore this submission for your reading pleasure.

This post is just filled with blanket answers, that address a series of questions on the relationship between my Protagonist and Antagonist of the manuscript Blue Lines. Can you guess the origination of the questions?

1. I do, many of these listed, but others as well.
2. I know some, some have not been revealed, others may not need to be known.
3. They love or like me, and vice versa.
4. At its intrinsic core, I do, and I’m not.
5. I know how to do this, I’ve had practice.
6. Mutually known.
7. I try, I’m close to the best of my abilities.
8. Done to best of ability, which is not a bad thing.
9. I will, I’m old school, as scary as it can be.
10. Time and knowledge makes this much easier.
11. We do, this entire thing can be categorized as such.
12. Done, on some early level.
13. Agreed.
14. Note taken.
15. Done, plus there is no other.
16. Accepted and encouraged.
17. Yeah…similarities more evident.
18. I definitely do. The small and large things.
19.

Text Tuesdays – New Prose – Free Write – “Judge-ment”

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These are the products of my insomnia. This, a very personal piece, has been an idea/thought/concept that once a revelation was made to me, I looked back at the events over the course of time that it affected.

First, before incorrectly interpreted, this is not about a love interest, past love, current love in the sense that it may seem, from there, you can make your own interpretations of what it means, or does not mean for you.

Many of my pieces are personal, however when dealing with writing about oneself or about love (muse), like Blue Lines, it may in part be a release or an expression. This piece, is ironic, at how thoughts and favor can easily change though the person decides to omit all of the facts.

“Judge-ment”
KS 04/03/12
Your eyes looked upon me,
I said it was human to judge,
You said it was not,
As you interpreted me,
You liked me then,
Just not my words,

You told me not to judge,
I lay this at your feet,

You claimed spirituality,
Openness,
As you matched,
Religion,
With myth,
With mysticism,

You told me not to judge,
I lay this at your feet,

You took the love I had,
You crumpled it behind your dark glasses,
Forgot the:
Unyielding,
Respect,
Joy,

Blue Lines Blog – Inspired Prose – “I Wish”

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Funny, got a call when I was posting.
“I Wish”
KS 3/14/12
Inspired by convo.
I wish I could ease your heart,
Tell you everything will be fine,
Tell you, you are like whatever she and I are,
But you are opposites finding your way,
Different points of view trying to communicate,
Do not give up, don’t expect the worst,
You have to expect him to succeed in his role,
You both chose each other…

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Blue Lines Blog – Valentines Words

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She offered me this poignant quote regarding tomorrow some years ago.

“…Valentines Day doesn’t matter, if you don’t do it the other 365 days…” it was a leap year, so that statement was not in error.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school

Blue Lines Blog – Best Of 2011 – Words Poem Project – “Automatic Devotion Redemption Masterpiece”

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“…he smiled at how two reckless kids whose paths kept crashing into each other, and other things after that too, had put together something beautiful…”

I was able to write more material than I had in quite some years during 2011. Though the focus is Blue Lines, it was a welcome and needed break from the editing process. I period that mixed both muse inspired writing and free writing on subjects that ranged from the past, to myself.
“Automatic, Devotion, Redemption, Masterpiece,” is a work that over four parts utilized the short story, and different types of poetry, to tell the story of young couple in works that are based on words supplied by friends on facebook. I wrote each piece of the story serial style that describes the evolution of their relationship over time, and during different periods.
“Automatic” is the first piece that begins with a change in their relationship, written as a simple straight forward short story.
“Devotion” is my favorite piece. This piece of prose written to sound as if it begins directly after “Automatic,” utilizing elements that are meant sound similar to the opening story. It is two poems weaved around each other to tell the story through two different voices, to culminate to a story eventually answers questions left in “Automatic.”
“Redemption,” continues their story utilizing a fragmented short story initially told from their different vantage points. It occurs much closer in time to “Devotion,” than the first two pieces. It answers some questions that the poem “Devotion,” could not explain.
“Masterpiece,” is a story, that I feel the picture in my head was not fully realized in the end result. It maintains the essential elements that I wanted to convey. Again, a short story that tricks the reader in to believing they are witnessing an event, that is actually something much different. In “Masterpiece,” the names of the characters are revealed.

“Automatic”

Walking through the threshold, he vaguely remembered the house. Something had led him to board the flight and fly to his hometown, and aimlessly return to his childhood home. The woman allowed him into her home, though slightly wary of this stranger. Gone were the trees hiding the house from the street. The kitchen had been renovated, and the wall that separated it from the dining room that ran the expanse on the entry floor, was removed to allow for a modern update with stainless steel appliances and tile walls. Wood floors replaced the linoleum that greeted at the entrance, during his childhood.
“You used to live here son,” she asked trying to look into his weary eyes. A slight pain was evident in his eyes, yet she noticed a calm that settled him.
“Yes,” he answered. “The kitchen was half this size,” he admitted as he waved off her offer of a drink. He did not know what brought him back to this house that he had not visited in over the 20 years since they had moved away. Glancing toward the den, he recognized the floor to ceiling windows as they still looked out to familiar trees and Lake Lucerne. He grimaced remembering the adventure he and his friends would have running through the woods surrounding his home. He remembered the cold winter day that they took old wood planks that they had found and wrapping them with grocery bags thought they could create a floating raft. Within seconds the sinking at the crest of the lake proved them wrong.