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A Story by Rain
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About Me

i buried all I wrote
with no thought of keeping track
deep in the ancient earth..
along an empty highway
beneath a rusted iron trestle..
behind a vacant laundromat

all i ever saw or felt..
lies silent and decayed
never to be found or read
by those who followed..
the print i made

my writings lie hidden..
in the earth where i've been
a sacred resting place
exposed to time and wind

i walk among the countless souls..
who slept in the alleys wine
and screamed for all to hear
i was someone..somewhere..sometime

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Posted 11 Years Ago




I hate self-promoting, but I have no choice. This is my book

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Posted 11 Years Ago


I like the videos you have up on your page. You told some good stories, and you told them naturally.

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Posted 11 Years Ago


sent you some mail i am in st louis tonight got mugged a few days ago that was fun lol

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Posted 11 Years Ago


Nothing to say..that hasn't been said. Rather walk alone to the sound of sea waves in my head.. I am dying and living. I am not sure which has the greater influence on me. I need to write..I have to die. And so I seek a place of solitude to talk about my terminal cancer..and my love for life.I write for myself..but in secret hope someone hears me..knows that I exist..and existed. I dance with life...but it is often a meloncholy waltz in a distant field. I am a man who loves like a child...whose memories of playgrounds slowly flitter away. To laugh and love is to live. I do not sing...play an instrument...paint...or sculpt...yet I am an artist of the alleys and paths I have walked. I am an unfinished portrait...waiting and wondering how I will look in the end. I have loved life deeply...despite the many ill chosen paths that have brought me here. I feel like my heart will explode if I can't release the thoughts that fill my restless soul. Here's to all those who walked by my side on this journey. I am a part of you...and you are part of me.
Sometimes it hurts to look back on your life...the mistakes, the people you hurt, the things you might change. But, your life is what it is...yours. No-one lives without regret. You must look at it all, not a segment. You must see all of your life. It is then the painting takes on it's raw beauty..a blend of laughter and tears, good and bad. My life...my painting...it is mine. I cannot go back. If I could...I would tell those that loved me how much I appreciated them, but I can't. I loved some at the wrong time. I ended up where the path led. When asked who painted this picture...I say " I did." It is how I lived. It shows both the ugliness and beauty of my journey. In all...it is a priceless reflection of my life.
My hero is Westley Autrey, the man who leaped down in front of a subway to save a stranger. He is America...
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