when all is said and done when all is said and done and our stories have been told fade with me into the ground once we were life and flourished flowers in spring a dance upon the checkered floor laughter in corridors of museums and gardens yes once we were once we acted upon this stage once intertwined within this ballet this grand facade of life turn pages once white and crisp now yellowed and stained with time dance with me in quiet dreams and in photos dance with me in stark contrast to realities of the dangerous world we once did dwell and while we rest while angels swirl and mortals may cry they hold us dear and candles flicker our memories live on our spirits sour forever Seasonal Song Season of rebirth, shadows in the trees, leaf's in hibernation Spring hovering in dagger breeze. Pessimist Winter, that old frozen fool, sliding away, clinging; losing his grip slowly, but soon the inevitable will happen. Everything turns, even seasons, old man Winter must relinquish and disperse giving dominion to life again. Mystery veil lifts, reveal intricate truth of mortal waves crashing. Compassion intermingling with muddy river, burst at the seams; flowers and dreams, transcend and fusing. Life and death, emotionless hand of Winter, and pollen-infused innocence of Spring. Show Me Mercy (forever a victim of the undertow) Death picks us, off one by one, like soldiers into the firing line, like another sunrise; or cloudy day. A loveless night, passed out on the beaches of Florida, a Niche book laying limp by my side. Karaoke and beer made me feel like feeling again, helped me climb back into the intellectual realms again, here we go again, college round 3. Just wanting to live life and yet so addicted to that psychological mumbo jumbo. Oh Jung! Oh Freud! Oh Janov! You always speak to me! You speak to me in riddles and rhymes, intermingling with interludes of Hesses' Glass Bead Game, and that Siddhartha; electronic music swirling always in my skull; ear candy from the early 80's; I am forever the New Romantic. I am forever a victim of the undertow.
L. Wayne Russell is or has been many things during his lifetime, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, former sailor, amateur photographer, aspiring guitarist, singer, and creative writer. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard-copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he founded and edited the now-defunct online creative writing magazine, Degenerate Literature.
In late 2018, Wayne was nominated for his first Pushcart Prize, in addition, in 2019, he was nominated for Best of the Net. In 2020, Wayne had his debut paperback book of poetry published by Guerrilla Genesis Press; Where Angels Fear is currently still available for purchase on Amazon.
