God Of Nothing

Life, The Universe, and Everything…

Something New

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A Sunday Evening Post…

It’s been awhile since I’ve been here.  I’ve been letting my life run things for a bit, taking me in all sorts of directions but its time to change that.  My need to write is always there, poking me as I try to sleep every night.  I keep ignoring it for other things or I’m writing but just not on my blogs.

With this change, I’ve decided to stir things up a bit.  First, I’m returning my God of Nothing blog back to its original format, an opinion blog, where I can sound off on anything I feel like sounding off on.  So anything goes, Life, the Universe, and Everything (Thank you Douglas Adams, I miss you!) Hopefully, you will find it entertaining and thought-provoking.

I will keep some of the blog posts on God of Nothing that pertain to writing, my favorite poem from April R. Denton and the guest posts from Julianne Snow, one of my favorite writers.  There will be some posts removed, mostly any of my fiction as that may eventually be moved to my Wolf Scott Blog.

Secondly, my Wolf Scott blog will continue to be more personal and geared more towards my writing as an author.  It will include snippets and news of my current projects, some guest posts from other writers and authors, and perhaps some reviews.

Look for more frequent posts as I get back into the swing of things.  And as always, thank you for reading and please feel free to say a little something about each post you read.

WS

Photo by Wolf Scott, Sapporo, Perfection Sound, CA

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March 4, 2013 Posted by | Life, Writing | , , , , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on Something New

The God of…

April R. Denton

Just a glimpse,
the taste of sin.
Breathing in your pain,
the God of nothing now.
One lost soul,
a million miles.
The forgotten,
the forsaken.
Just an empty shell,
the God of nothing now.
Redemption,
a promise upon your lips.
The anger swells,
politics of the purpose.
I am your God of nothing now,
the ruler of many and of none.
The beginning of the end,
the sacred soul,
leader of the damned.
Their God of their nothing now,
the one they seek.
A refuge, a sacred place,
savior eating their sins.
The darkness calling,
you pulling from underneath.
Their God of everything now,
a born redeemer,
the sacred son.

Written for me by my beautiful friend, April R. Denton, a wondrous poet. You can follow her blog at http://theblackheartpoetess.wordpress.com or on Twitter at @BlackhrtPoetess.

April 4, 2012 Posted by | Writing | , , , , , | 6 Comments

   

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