Faithful Funk

This will be the final entry into my current blog.

My Faithful Few have apparently moved on to better things, which is cool. My postings were very sparse in recent memory so it's no wonder I lost my audience.

But it surprised me when not one single reader messaged me or commented when I mentioned possibly suspending my posts on here.

So, with that said, I know that this blog will not be missed by anyone, including me.

My plans are to maybe start a different page, accessible by invitation only.

I doubt if I hear from anyone, but if anyone would like to be around for the first post in a new blog, send me a message thru this page and I will make sure to add you as a subscriber.

I'm too old to worry about needless shit like this anymore, but I have to admit, I was bit surprised to not have heard from at least one of you.

That speaks loudly and in volumes.

As always, my wish for you all is peace and I truly hope this world wakes up, especially this nation of hate filled citizens. We have a lot of misguided hate and prejudice and the only cure I know for that is obliteration. I hope it doesn't come to that, but my hope is waning.

For those of you who did stick around but never commented, that's cool, too. Not everyone wants their voice to be heard.

This has been an interesting ride on here.

However, this particular ride has come to an end.

I'm out of here....

Kick out the jams, Motherfuckers!!!

Be Damned

Always here for you,
Empty words
No meaning,
No feeling.
Spoken
But never meant,
Never felt,
A vast crevasse
of
Lies
Upon
More lies.

Someone needs to be
The one
Who finally decides
This farce
Has found its
End.
Someone needs to make
The
First Move.

That someone is now
Me.
I'm walking
Away.

End game.

Guess Who No Time Lyrics

Trapped Soul

Circular webbing
A rainbow of sorts
With
Convoluted colors
Raging
Smashing
Enveloping and caressing
Holding on
Vastly
Yet
Tenderly and compassionately.
A confused self
Trapped in a time warp
And open sea of despair.
Feelings and urges
So much taboo
That promises
Fulfillment
Yet guilt in its
Pleasure.
Want of taste
Want of touch
Forbidden fruits
That I so desire
Yet I must deprive myself
And face the uncertain
Reality ahead.
What is rapture
That I remain
Behind,
Secluded,
Trapped,
Imprisoned.
There is no freedom
There is no justice
There’s that which is in my mind
And that
Will have to
Suffice.


Conceived from the bent mind of one
Charlie Stout
March 30, 2017
11:28AM

Time To Move On?

I'm toying with the idea of closing down my blog.

Several reasons have brought this to mind, one being that I really don't "enjoy" sharing my thoughts with others any longer. I don't think that there's many of my Faithful Few left, if any, and I can write for myself without posting it on this page.

So, with my waning interest and with a loss of my core audience, I think I'll give it a month or so and make my decision then.

I'm interested to see if anyone is interested in me continuing this...