Suede and Sunshade

  • Something Different

    In another universe, perhaps the inverse of this very one, my name would be Gwen. Not Gwendolyn, simply, Gwen. Is she your local witch, or she simply found that earth tones are hers to keep. That bohemian muse for which I seek out of a place that has long snuffed out any trace of panoramic prosperity. As I to, must respect the title that was gifted to me by my mother, father, and Lord, so be it. I am Sydney in this timeline, maybe Gwen the next, perhaps Daphne in another. Hence, my soul never changes.

    Prose poetry, poetic prose, déjà vu. Something to share, silence is deafening.

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  • Walk Into The Sunshine

    Its weird being a writer. I just had to get that out.

    Summer is here, unofficially. Today is the last day for a spring breeze, as the sun is going to barrel its big wide butt down unto my area starting tomorrow, with no rain in sight. I took the opportunity to seize the clean air now, and do something I never really connived doing before:

    Go for a walk.

    Maybe I needed to sweat the morning caffeine out of my system, maybe I needed to get into the habit of exercising, or maybe I just needed it. Sometimes you just need something, without explanation.

    Left foot, Right foot.

    One story about walking that has always stuck in my mind is in Genesis 5:24:

    “Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.” (NASB)

    Then its this song my grandmother used to have in rotation, The Spinners rendition of Vaya Con Dios.

    Go with God.

    The One Who Walked With God

    Written on December 17th, 2023

    This will be a story that slaves pass to their children 

    And of those children all the way down to the rapture day 

    They themselves, will finally see God 

    But not all will walk with Him 

    But those who hold on to love, will 

    Long ago, there was a man named Enoch  

    Who dearly loved God, and God dearly loved him 

    God saw that the world was wrong  

    And the world was torturing Enoch 

    But Enoch still had his love  

    So, God, in the name of love, took Enoch away 

    He walked with him, into a bright light 

    Enoch did not die  

    Those who hold on to their love will not cry 

    Those who hold on to their love will not die  

    Those who hold on to their love, will fly! 

    Be that of Enoch 

    Be that of Elijah 

    Be that of Jesus 

    Again, its weird being a writer. But I wouldn’t have it any other way 🙂

    Sunshine

    Written on June 11th, 2024

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