C. Rommial Butler
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C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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The One and the Other
"I'm sorry for what I did and I still love you!" said the one. "How do I stop loving you?" "You don’t have to stop loving," said the other. "Stop expecting others to give you what you want in the mournful moment. Move on in Peace. Love exists independent of human interaction. When you learn that, you will find that the spark reignites, and the interaction, insofar as it is necessary, is neither burden nor blessing, but just one more signpost on our way to an inevitable resolution at the end of time."
By C. Rommial Butler9 months ago in Poets
Sam Gets a Shooting Lesson for Once
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga, wrapping up the companions' time with Damien Daimon, the Unwilling Antichrist, and the gifts and lessons he has for them before they tackle the final leg of their journey.
By C. Rommial Butler9 months ago in Fiction
The Fourth Way
There are three schools and a fourth way, the path of pure fools—as to whether this last is the beginning or end, who can say? Doesn’t it always begin again, my friend? But perhaps the fool is but an idiot savant! We often wonder, ourselves, as we wander and want. We may cuss and splutter when we fall in the gutter but when we do again stand we lend a helping hand to the poor soul beneath us rather than step on or over them and then call it justice! We know what the ideologues deny: we must persevere in the real world, in real time, not by believing a lie! The real fight is not with each other but with those who dissimulate to block out the light of truth and reason, in every season—for personal gain they commit this treason! But don’t they know the open secret—the first and final lesson of the fourth way? Energy never ends, and we only ever accrue it to give it away! So why live a lie if we’re all gonna die? But so many do… what about you? We can’t be too mad but it sure makes us sad that the lonely are only so because others are glad—to push them away and call it love, though it seems a crime that all they love is a good time, when there’s so many folks that need hugs and jokes and maybe even a kick in the ass! Not to be crass or mean but so they’ll come clean! A real friend is there through the ups and downs, whether it be a scare or a parade of clowns—we gotta see it to the end, where the energy changes and the light doth bend around seas and pastures and mountain ranges! We are stardust, not stars—we are the flesh that lives, b(e)aring scars like badges and burning bridges to build them again when the moment is right, and eternity gives us the insight to re-member that restriction is sin.
By C. Rommial Butler10 months ago in Poets
The Way Out Is Through
Adam and Eve on the International Space Station. A pure coincidence, of course, that they should have been so named, but that didn’t stop the media from their home countries exploiting this bit of synchronicity to make out the “new frontier” as the next Garden of Eden.
By C. Rommial Butler10 months ago in Fiction
