Author Archives: chester maynes

it’s happening it’s happening it’s happening the presence in frigidity the aura that has no view the power in perplexity i can ignore i must ignore i will ignore them aren’t too beautiful them aren’t too sane them aren’t too … Continue reading →

i lost my old, happy self in the raging sea. swept and wrecked my entirety. what you see now is the version i’m told to hate. i’m having struggles departing from this.   2019

the smell of old men, of hyacinths, of long time ago. a vintage thought, an antique shore, those skeletons stuck, congested and buried in our own history. there are pains that can be utterly remembered. the screams of the past … Continue reading →

we bore the silence of the ocean. we stretched our legs at the rough surface of sands. the sky above us is mad. our deep dreams are gathered somewhere in the space beyond. a roar of the wild is heard … Continue reading →

let’s swing until the heroes die. let’s swing and make the gods resign. autumn sings its tune of grey, falling leaves are swift and gay.   2019

we drag the fools and carry the flag marching left marching right the streets are congested crowds of young and old don’t ignore the consequence each step is a progress of confidence we love to shout our voice is not … Continue reading →

Even at the beginning, don’t stop. Even at the middle, don’t stop. Even almost at the end, don’t stop. Keep going when the sun still rises, and it still sets, and the moon and stars appear, you’ll never comprehend the … Continue reading →