Author Archives: chester maynes

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.

Old Songs In The Air

Old songs in the air, a melody carried on and on. I used to be that way, an image made by those who cannot turn their lives into something, something in the level of greatness. I struggled, fought what I … Continue reading

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Glacier Of The Dawn

I commune with the glacier of the dawn. Shivering, the cold penetrates to my bones. No one knows where I am except you.   2018

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The Proof That Grief Is Not A Friend

The silence is not calm. My head is a load of chronic noise. Images of broken mirrors, of dull colors, a savage burden to the blood and bones. Where something turns into nothing, a crude transformation in the circle. Slowly … Continue reading

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In Triumph

A few of them are left and they are scattered everywhere. The noise from their mouths can gather troubles, complaints. The hour is contaminated. The day can just end worthlessly. But I have survived. I stood in triumph.   2018

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The Night That Is

Night begins with the resistance of loving. I’m heading underneath the miles and strange. Each blink of my eyes is the orthodox and the unorthodox. You feel like something is scratching your own skin.   2018

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the truth about You & i

i am not consistent but You are steadfast. i am not great but You are grand. i am not a hero but You are powerful. i am not always there but You are always present. i am not thriving but … Continue reading

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Fourth In The Row

Redeeming, the protagonist. Flashing, lights not shadows. Tearing the fangs of the wild. Fire on the door, burning from hands. Ideas keep changing in the mind. I am leaping from first to the fourth.     2018

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