©Stasis in the City

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©Stasis in the City

By BR Chitwood

As I walked alone on a side street something was interfering with my music system, causing my ears to ache in crazy quakes. I stopped, leaned against a building and yanked out the ear plugs. My head was pounding with a piercing whistle-like shrill that was about to take me down with the pain.

I shook my head, hoping to kill the sound, my back flat against a brick building that seemed to be shaking. Then I heard the roaring and rumbling ahead of me at a major intersection. The noise increased, loud and ugly shouting, sirens blaring, mobs of angry people throwing bricks, rocks, other items I could not identify.

The madness within the cluttered masses lining the wide thoroughfare, the vile screaming, the fighting erupting all around me, completely shattered my consciousness, I turned back to the side street and slid down the wall to the sidewalk, totally, utterly in a hell of which I am sorry to say I did have an inkling. I could hear the sounds, and I was possessed by two alternating mind choices that flowed through me in some grippingly slow agony. I could only think in one dimension and there was no physical pain, just one pulsing shutter coursing through a body controlled by fear – my body now mute, unworking, paralyzed by the terror around me…an acknowledgement I had wished not to have.

I could not see myself, but I could imagine myself, sitting there on the sidewalk in the midst of some awful societal revolt, a paralyzed glob of humanity trying to figure out what was happening in the world from which I had been absent for some weeks.

‘Welcome Home, citizen, to your new country’.

I have never been active in any sort of civic programs of displays. A loner, one could easily call me. Yet, I have read the history books, their common themes of Corruption and Power, and have come to believe some wild scenarios – and, sadly, not of the spiritually uplifting kind.

Yes, news reaches me, and I know that a ‘World Epidemic’ known as Corona Virus – Covid-19 – exists. I know of the tens of thousands of deaths caused by Covid-19, and I know the slim parts of political power ploys and the players in the game. It does not take a brilliant mind to understand that ‘Power Corrupts’ – pure, simple, ‘Power Corrupts’. Money, Power, Sex Favors, any necessary means for the expediency of Money and Power.

Yes, news reaches me, and the sad truth is this Game of World Power, Nation Power, State Power, City Power, County Power, Business Power, will be playing out in every historical millennium…until, perhaps, death takes us to a home where Love is the only Power, the only Pre-set for Eternity.

Yet, here, on this city sidewalk, hunched against a weathered brick building, I can still hope I am wrong, that the world, its states, its cities, its People can determine a World worthy of Life and Love.

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©Stasis in the City

By BR Chitwood – June 15, 2020

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I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul. I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1 Writing for me is therapy for the soul. Website: https://billyraychitwood.com

8 thoughts on “©Stasis in the City”

  1. Incredibly powerful, Billy Ray. Throughout the day, I find myself in tears. My respite lies in nature, where life continues, seemingly unaware of the insane quest for power. It is in nature that I can breathe freely; it is there that I find hope. Blessings on you! ♥

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