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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-12-2015, 06:46 PM
Feel free to present your writings, stories , poetry, etc. here.
I just asked an author friend of mine to allow me to to post or else he join to post his Rosalia narrative series from his new book released only about 2 weeks ago.
I am awaiting his reply to me email.-Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-12-2015, 09:47 PM
OK, I will kick off the creative writing by presenting a write from my old forum back in 2007...


Death of my Hometown

A visit to my home town was sad

found lacking in so much of what it had

Gone are the old familiar sights

replaced by empty lots and blight

Gone too are the incoming rural weekend crowds

when dead or dying not much is allowed

Found that which I had come to fear

so sadly shocked that I didn't shed a tear.

Thirty five years away and time seems to have brought

death and destruction to that which I so eagerly sought

Not that I didn't expect the changes to be great

just that I wasn't prepared to find that its too late......--Tyr



Saturday morning I drove to my hometown. Only family I have there now is my two younger twin brothers(they moved back 6 years ago). Myself and seven other siblings all moved away decades ago. I was the first to leave that actually never returned to live there. The town of 3,365 people once was a very busy place. Streets crowded and so much life. So many kids. Families back then in the rural South had more children. When I think back to my school days all my friends seemed to have several brothers and sisters. I guess the average family there had 4 or 5 kids. Many families like mine had over ten!

The town once was vibrant and full of life but the powers that be there didn't allow for proper growth. Appears that over 90% of those of my generation journeyed away to settle elsewhere after finding greater opportunities and better life.. It was just so sad and to find that most of the decay has occurred in the last twenty years or so.

Sure, we that refused to return may be greatly to blame but why return to a small town that had such corrupt local government and police force?? I look at my son AND THINK HOW MUCH HE WILL MISS OF THAT WHICH I IN MY YOUTH ENJOYED THERE! Then I remember also the bad there. I think of the town's sad fate , its current decay and think I am happy my son is not there. There almost nothing there anymore. Not just the material things but the people! Those of the older generation are pretty much all passed on now. So many of them I came to know in my late teens and early manhood were truly fine people. All gone except two. O' yes they lived and lived a fine full life but that which was left there is only a shell, an empty shell of its former self.

Am I sad and disappointed about it all? Sure but I realise that possibly its a just reward for the corruption and the ruling powers that controlled that small town. They refused to let it grow, thinking to control it by not allowing it to become too large to control. In the end they just insured its sad fate.

Its true one can never go back. The farther back one attempts to go the less one finds. I wonder just how many small towns have suffered the same fate in America? I had foolishly a couple years ago thought of moving back there for my son's sake. Now I see what a mistake I almost made! Now I remember why I chose to buy a house and remain here! You can never truly go back.
Robert Lindley, Jan. 2007

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
05-13-2015, 05:34 PM
Narrative...

The View

At the end of Mulberry street
stood a massive old and weathered oak.
With an owl rested there every night , just waiting
for the right meal to wander by,
then silent wings swooped effortlessly down
the massacre hardly made a sound at all.
I watched from my bedroom window each night to
see this act of natural savagery and the feast
Even saw a black kitten become the monster's meal
Yet never did I think of it as barbaric savagery
because man eats whatever he wants with arrogant glee
As master over all creatures and with contempt
for the weak and lame,
Throat cut and bloodied the cow so peaceful
becomes next day's burgers and we bat not an eye.
Unholy indifference reasoned to be a normal act
by we lords of the earth, we takers of all weaker
things.
Great to find the old Mulberry still a launching pad
after these past decades.
And man changes not except his clothes and his
ideas on his superiority over known and unknown Universe.

Robert J. Lindley
April 7th. 1992