If I could…

This was written by Grayson Queen in December of 2012, and published in novellette format to his book, Orange Buffalo. You may remember it from there. He was an artist, a writer, a blogger, a geek, a diabetic, a depression-sufferer, my husband, and billions of other things. His was born David Martinez, and in May of 2015, he died from natural causes– specific reasons still unknown. If you were one of his dedicated readers, please know I’m finding a safe space for each of his precious words, and please keep your eye out for news on my re-publishing and sorting of his works into printed form.

Thank you for your continued readership.
– Ra
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Illustrations & Quote by Grayson Queen

Illustrations & Quote by Grayson Queen

 

If I could come up with a solution,

would I bother ( ? … )

to be heard over the blare of mp3 players and bass-booming cars
is a challenge I don’t care to—overcome–

with the responsibility to fight–for(e)–somethings are better left to the unbiased altruistic.

I’m no monk and neither are you.

Though I thought myself,

as you see yourself:

 

Perfect

 

.

We,

you

and I,

have little right to choose to help or hinder the world—as seen on TV–-

in our biased eyes, beliefs bleed with corruptions developed by other(‘)s—dreams–feed a black and white world view.

We see the things we want and if we don’t get them,

“To hell with the world. Might as well rape and pillage since I can’t have a 62′ TV.”

Right?

Am I right?

Except/Accept no sarcasm—I do–

–rape and pillage–

–and you shouldn’t–

-care about the money everyone wants. There is only so much up for grabs.

I have a bit of it since the turn of events called life has been…

Good.

Bad.

Ugly.

12 thoughts on “If I could…

  1. Oh Oh Oh! I haz needed this. My beloved Turd would always say it’s a dog eat dog society. He’s cold bla bla bla. Telling me I can’t save everybody.. and I got so sad. I’m almost sending him everything that had been stored inside my tiny ceramic brain (brittle oh yes) but this post might be a good final one. (I know not worth etc) The poor thing thinks there are no fairytales and you have to be bad to survive.

    Maybe a last.. Dave said then just smile and carry on. Stepping into the unknown.

    We can’t give up.

    Dave, I think I still want you to adopt me. I make the bestest coffee 🙂

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    • There are fairy tales, and we save people every day just by waking up and doing good things. Dave adopted you in his heart long ago, the first time you put me in yours. ❤ Smile, chica, and carry on.

      … and get me something to post here. 😉 This place needs your Stories. Your art. You.

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  2. Some people are just too good for this world. Their souls so pure, they have a purpose, elsewhere.
    That’s the way I see it anyway. & When they’re taken from us so young – perhaps it’s just they were needed sooner. I have a feeling when we all truly “get it” I mean fully accept it – this life, maybe that’s when we go.
    Dave always had a way of understanding things, and explaining it in a way that the rest of us could understand.
    He got it.
    Thank you for helping his messages live on, Ra love. I hope we can all learn something from it. ❤

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    • I loved it when he turned this from novel-excerpt to poem. He shaped words wonderfully. I miss him, but, like you, I’m glad this important piece of him (letters magicked into thoughts) still exist.

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  3. Reblogged this on The Matticus Kingdom and commented:

    Rara shared some of her husband’s writing over on Stories. It is a powerful piece, as most of his work is, and it will grab you and make you pay attention. His words pretty much always have that effect on me… Pop on over and see if they don’t grab you too.

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