Chad R. Mitchell's Blog, page 5

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The book is soon to be in print. Digital ink and liquid ink. At various sites and with various ways to purchase.

Please buy!

Read.

And tell me what you think!

Countdown begins tonight… I think I will release on Friday.

Chad

The cover I present to you…

Hello,

A quick note here…

The cover is finished. More on the way. Release date around the corner.

Work is paying off!!

Here for your perusal…

C.

I think I am in a rut. It’s called the American dream.

Side note here. Please do not associate my feelings of dismay for a lack of optimism. I never will give up the dream. Just the stereotypical American one.

The days fly away like… It’s been said horses. I think not.

More like slow moving sloths. Climbing up skinny trees. They stare below through their dark eyes and move at a pace that cries out for mercy. Then the day ends, a few meager hours before bed. A time to call your own. When you are not at the mercy of the man.

We are all slaves.

Be it to money, fame, entertainment, ideals, or obligations. We pay our dues and our time to pursue something called a life.

And we aren’t living.

Even the things we love and desire can become burdens. We elevate them above all else and put them on a pedestal. Then when our idols become shattered as they tip off of the ceremonial platter, we scream. And we give up. And we cry. And we crawl away more broken, tired, and aged than when we began.

There is a hole. A spiritual hole. And only one can fulfill it.

But even then we can once again forget the grace that we have been given. The opportunities we have been offered and the treasure begins to fade.

For all of this is worthless. Everything we own, pursue, and obtain. It glimmers then fades.

So what then is the point? Do we stop striving? Do we stop experiencing the life and the future we have been blessed with? Do we settle?

Never settle.

Though I have no answers. I have questions. I have thoughts that change on a daily basis. I like the idea of living, dancing, sweating, moving, seeing, breathing, laughing, and crying. Experience is all around. To be taken and shared, to hopefully offer more to those around us. We can build up or we can destroy, but little will be left to take with us.

So settle.

Enjoy.

I dont’ know.

I only wander, wonder, question, and explore.

The book. The thing I have been working for… will be out someday. I just have to get a few final pieces together. Some of it is out of my hands. But I promise as soon as I can I will deliver.

Thanks for reading.

 

C.

 

Tales of disaster – Leave it all behind.

I wanted to share a new pic from Tales…

And a poem that inspires me. One that I wrote a while ago.

Title: Burn the Maps

To the Ends of the earth

I heard a man say

As he pulled at his whiskers

With a sigh of dismay

Pack up your belongings

Leave it all behind

Let not these burdens

Slow your way

For the nights come quickly

Days fade away

Your back will be broken

And your strength

Will fade

He took a deep breath

Cracked a broken back

Stood very slowly

With a pain ridden gasp

Your day will soon fade

Your year will be gone

Your money be spent

And your fate shall be cast

Just think on these things

As you sit at a desk

Counting the seconds

The minutes

The hours

The time when

You could have been doing

Do it now

For soon you will fade

And the only thing left

Is but an open grave

You’ll end up like me

Dying

Wishing

Dreaming young men’s dreams

The mind is willing

The body is weak.

Get UP!

I tell you!

Out of your seat!

Make a mark

Set sail

Cast your lot

Scream

And fight

I heard his last shout

His desperate plea

And went on my way

Full of consuming fire

Burning with zeal

It lasted awhile

I bought lots of books

I carried the passion

The dream

The desire

Until such a time

As life began working

On my desperate dreams

Beating them down

Stuffing them deeper

And

Now I’m left dreaming

Sitting

Fading

The same as

A man I once heard

Who had warned

Let not your dreams

Go hindered

Pack up

Or burn

Your precious belongings

Move on

Move on

Move on

To the ends of the earth

They are calling.