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the wind, my old friend, takes me by the collar, drags me through the streets, past the ghosts of yesterday, whispering secrets of the lost and found.

the past, not a chain, but a smirk in the mirror, a reminder of battles fought, and scars worn with pride, as the days grow lighter, and the gods play their games, laughing as mortals die.

my soul, a restless student, ever hungry for wisdom, my heart, a reckless fool, charging headlong into chaos, embracing the bruises, the lessons etched in flesh and bone.

we surrendered to the magic, danced with the shadows of our forebears, feet tracing ancient rhythms, an old soul tuning into the eternal hum, the pulse of the universe, a symphony of time and space.

I read the cards, wore the stones, let the smoke of old rituals chase away the darkness, the weight of the world lifted, if only for a moment.

runes scattered on my desk, curses melted into wax, books whispering secrets, teaching me to breathe, to find peace in the chaos, to see beauty in the broken.

and as the wind carries me, in every which way, I smile at the journey, the twists and turns, the highs and lows, knowing that in the end, it’s all part of the dance.

By Sebastian J. Blanchette

Did you reckon I’d just cease? Upon a smattering of words, And conclude I’m deceased?

This might is immortal, This spirit, an endless brawl. Let’s face the grim truth, My soul, it won’t fall.

I’m trudging through gutters, Inking, vaulting towards some grim fate. This is a climb This is life, Madness spewing onto desolate slate.

Time shrieks out all my forsaken names, The ones I renounced, The ones I still claim. A timer has started, And it feels rather rushed.

I’m scribbling for angels I’m bleeding for slient doves, Chanting with devils sleeping on discarded loves

I’ve awoken something older, Something I put far away. It’s not the whiskey, Nor the hunger, It’s the voice of the rain.

by Sebastian J. Blanchette

You’ll hear me mutter it, over stale beer breaths, “Life’s a damn comedy,” the punchline? A grand cosmic joke, flesh mocking, a howl in the void, a fool too wise for his own good.

Maybe that’s just fine, Maybe that’s just how the cookie rots, murmurs drowned in bourbon, midnight road burdens, soliloquies to an empty mug.

Grace in the plummet, wild, and untamed, over the brink, and into the insane, off ledges, into the void’s cold smooch, sly grin, playful hiss, melodies from days of reckless rebirth.

Friends, old and new, doors flung wide to the shadows, everlasting contradiction, smart men call it superposition, some name it purgatory, a place to linger, to fade, I named it home, adorned with verses and ancient tongues

Memories drenched in old parks, dancing under the glare of street lamps, succumbing to the city’s roar, running until the heart’s blaze scorches, defiance snarled at agony, mocking its scorn.

there’s no shame in sticking to the same old game, like playing old worn tunes, beyond time’s heavy claim, poised for the end with a smug smile, triumphant in the hunt, mile after mile.

Laughing at the madness of the stars clutching with insatiable thirst, cherishing with boundless passion, the gods do love a good fool, a ritual of the ages, the oldest of rules.

Sebastian Blanchette

Beneath the veil of this nights last stand, farewells are hushed, a pact sealed with the vanishing stars. “Find tranquility,” I whisper to the fleeing night, yet you’re a murmur in the tempest of life, swift and departed, a remnant feeling fading from my outstretch hands.

Time’s been handing out keys to doors unasked for, a riddle with fragments that mockingly misalign. the allure of might and magic, a tale we spin, I grin at the tempest, a promise breaking at dawn.

“I’ll manage,” I assert to my own reflection, a line perfected in the echo chamber of both our minds. Love isn’t scripted, and this performance has dried out my bones. “One day, hindsight will gift you wisdom,” the phantoms whisper, but time is a thief, offering lessons not often asked for.

“No, life’s complexities can’t be so neatly sorted,” I retort, a truth too heavy for our pockets. “Release these burdens,” I plead with the void, but it’s merely a reverberation, a verse from an anthem we’ve ceased to chant.

Innocent and unblemished, the lie we dress up with purity, tonight, the truth constricts, a jacket too tight to wear. It was hard letting this go, this dream we’ve outgrown, But it’s in the letting go, in the goddamn release, that we stumble intoxicated and grinning into freedom.

Forward, unbound, and shackles shed we proclaim our intent to the heavens, but life is a canvas splattered with the paint of our choices, and love, love is the art of learning to tenderly kiss the chaos.

by Sebastian Javier Blanchette

In the dim light of the bar's last call, I found a truth, simple and raw. Forgiveness, like a spilled drink, seeps into the wood, and I think, it's not about the time or the why, it's about the heart's quiet sigh.

I forgave you, not with grandeur or flair, but with the silence of an empty chair. Your actions, they were a desert wind, bleaching bones, where our love had been. But I hold no grudge, no secret spite, I let it go, like a bird taking flight.

You're looking for a place to stand, in a world that's shifting like sand. No malice here, no bitter taste, just hope that you find your peace, posthaste.

You said I sought chaos, a storm to command, but I sought order, with a steady hand. I know myself, piece by piece, a puzzle complete, a quiet release.

A heart that's whole, that's what I've got, cherished and treasured, not left to rot. I'll strive, I'll reach, I'll dare to be more, beyond who I was, to an unopened door.

In the midnight rain, I'm a silent creed, watching droplets, letting my heart bleed. Years may pass, but here I'll be, in the doorway, watching, finally free.

So find me in the rain, find me in the song, find me where the night is deep and long. There I am, and there I'll stay, the true me, whole, come what may.

by Sebastian Blanchette

Each heart must come to terms that love can vanish swiftly, like a wisp of smoke slipping through shadows, old whispered secrets carried away by the wind, the plan that once anchored you and a future, now adrift, the tire spinning on mud, making a purposeless mess, the bed where passion once lay, now cold, the walls that echoed with laughter, now silent, the room where memories danced, now empty.

Our needs, delicate as glass, rest upon shifting sands, and any unforeseen cause no matter how distant can unravel the fabric of our lives. A boy’s breath extinguished in the middle east, or a blizzard’s icy grip on the east coast, both wield the power to undo us.

Picture it: cups and china crashing, shattering down on the kitchen floor, while you stand there, bewildered, in the epicenter of chaos. She then enters, eyes wide with concern, and asks, “What’s wrong?” And your reply echoes, “I wish I knew, my love, I wish I knew…”

by Sebastian J. Blanchette

It’s never quite right, they say, the way we gaze upon each other, the way our hearts beat in sync, the way our souls intertwine. It’s never quite right, they whisper, all the lessons we learn, all the dreams we chase, all the tears we shed, all the laughter we share, they are never quite right, hardly close to right, these lives we live, one after the other, piled there as history, the remnants of our existence. “Don’t I know it?” I reply, my voice echoing through time. I turn away from the mirror, its reflection a mere illusion, morning, afternoon, night— they blur together, a seamless continuum. Nothing changes, locked in place, like the hands of a broken clock. Yet something stirs within, a flicker of defiance, a fracture in the monotony. I descend the stairway, each step a descent into uncertainty, and I step into the void, where imperfection blooms, and life dances on the edge, hardly right at all, yet beautifully flawed. I hope you find solace in these imperfect words

by Sebastian J. Blanchette

The weapons and lies you spin are useless against godly kin. In the face of divine blood, your deceit wears thin. I ventured far away from what I am, To lands untouched by the sacrificial lamb.

Hid the pieces of me that howled and sing, Beneath a mask, a silent, unassuming thing. For here we are where the story must unfold, In the shadows where truths dare to be bold.

Where the light is nothing but a leech on dirty mold, It feeds on the forgotten, the brave, the cold. Not a moon, not a reflection, not even a spark, In the abyss, even the brightest day is dark.

I will find the freedom worthy of my heart, From the chains of pretense, I will depart. I will not wither, I will not budge, My resolve is firm, my path won't smudge.

I am the one that will eat the goddamn sun, Devour its flames, one by one. In the belly of the beast, I'll forge my tale, Against the inferno, I shall prevail.

So let the gods watch and the stars bear witness, As I claim the sky, my throne of brightness. With every breath, I'll shape my destiny, For I am the kin of gods, wild and free.

by Sebastian J. Blanchette

The only obstacles left for me are those from things unseen. Things that are subtle feelings and natural instinct. The pain that lingers a bit too long in the center of your chest. You sense the patterns well before you see the truth. Maybe you even avoid the truth. Things that nags at you, reoccurring dreams that haunt your living breath. I struggle to find the balance in these types of things. I am quite good at getting over zealous and even imagining things that connect that maybe don't. It's easy to jump to conclusions. Suffer more. Wait longer, and once you have evidence and faith, take a leap. Someone once told me that if you find yourself stuck between two situations, pick the one that excites you more even if just a little more. The reality of that is you should pursue the things that make your heart sing. Things that cause you to feel enticed and sometimes even content.

by Sebastian Blanchette

Have you seen the morning sunshine grace the side of an ancient mountain? The beauty of warmth, radiance and peace. You can see a dog peer out from the tips of the peaks. A dog that stands proud and strong, a princess, a queen. Her stance and smile have always hung true. My daughter a power beyond all of time.

Even when she left us, she stayed strongly on the side of the mystical. The pain she had fought, the happiness she had provided, we are thankful for every second of everyday and we are so god damn proud. Of course we wish there was more time. Time with her happy and healthy, were she didn’t have to hold herself up to breathe. I wish I could have taken it all away, every ounce of pain from before you knew us till eternal sleep. I wish there was a path where her health and safety wasn’t a choice but something deserving of the goddess she had been.

This place that she had graced as home as a journey in the physical form, this very soil is now sacred, this very island is a realm of little saints. She showed us a love that lives on. A magic that flow through us humbly.

Sometimes happiness is strange in the form of loss. Happiness so big that it engulfs your egos. Not happy to lose but happy to know that the lords of death have calmly and lovingly taken and guided my daughter into the very fabric of the universe. To a place where she is having fun with her brothers, waiting patiently for the food that mom will eventually bring.

Surrounded by the love of your mother, guide yourself to every star, every kitchen and every galaxy you wish to explore, until daddy and space ivy can come be with you. You were more than a dog, you were a hero, a friend, a teacher. You taught us how to love unconditionally, how to live in the moment, how to enjoy the simple things. You were always there for us, through thick and thin, through joy and sorrow, through laughter and tears. You were our sunshine, our moonlight, our starlight. You were our everything.

We miss you so much, every day, every hour, every minute. We miss your bunny hop, your all seeing eyes, your dirty fur. We miss your attitude , your smell, your cuddle. We miss your presence, your energy, your spirit. We miss you, we miss you, we miss you.

But we know you are not gone, you are still with us, in our hearts, in our memories, in our dreams. You are still watching over us, protecting us, guiding us. You are still cheesing at us with that crooked smile, loving us, blessing us. You are still here, you are still there, you are still everywhere.

We love you so much, more than words can say, more than tears can show, more than time can heal. We love you with all our being, all our soul, all our essence. We love you forever, we love you always, we love you eternally.

You are our angel, our miracle, our wonder. You are our dog, our daughter, our goddess. You are our Sephora, our Gordita, our beautiful old lady.

Though time will take its toll on us and it will seem like forever, I will see you soon. I will find you and let you know how proud I am of you. Wherever, whenever that is I will find you there and god I just can’t wait to see you in all your glory.

by Sebastian Blanchette