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written by: RayFed



Light comes again, even though hope seems strangely invisible.

The night has fled and the dampness of the morning mist lays on the dreamscape battlegrounds of my nightmares.

I gather the brilliant sun before me, under the morning sky, in ways that are out of control that I do not mind.

The old world refuses to fall away and I challenge with my sun dance.

I cavort with florescent tendrils of the sun, in whose heart is the warrior who makes the fire, makes it burn the world.



I've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. I've worked as a chef, manager and all kitchen positions in hundreds of restaurants over the years. I've traveled in Mexico, Canada and through 37 of the 50 states. I've been a volunteer firefighter in Florida, where I grew up. I've fished the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and saw the far distant coast line of Cuba before its recent opening to the west. I've married, had 4 kids, divorced, got CKD stage 6 (end stage renal failure) Survived a stroke, mild heart attack, MRSA, blood clots and now chronic heart failure. Fully disabled and home bound, the internet is my social outlet, and window on the world. I go to dialysis three times a week, I watch movies, play video games and chat with people on social media. Writing is my catharsis for a life that is now spent measuring the time I have left, less the tomorrows that may never be.

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