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 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 Butler11 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 Butler11 months ago in Fiction
THE HAMMER N' CLUB. Top Story - April 2025.
This is the next chapter in The ShambElla Saga. Previous chapter: Table of Contents: ***** * ***** The companions were traversing an overpass when Sam first noticed the barnlike building with two words written in white shingles on the otherwise black roof.
By C. Rommial Butler11 months ago in Fiction
Rommi's Top Stories
Well... I want to open this pillar post by admitting that we're all tied to the pillar, in a manner of speaking. Each of us, I hope, has something in our life that is more important than writing. Or, perhaps, many things. This is the pillar to which our work is tied. Chained, even. Me, I wouldn't have it otherwise, as I explained in the Rommentary to my song On Your Way.
By C. Rommial Butler11 months ago in Writers
Consensus Reality
I wake up every day around five in the morning, start the coffee, and find a reason to do this all over again. Every Day Is Exactly The Same by Nine Inch Nails could be my theme song. That's not a good thing. But I too have left little notes where only those who I intend will find them. Doesn't mean they will. They'd have to go looking and I'm not sure they should. But if they do, it's all there, a work of fiction, sure, but one that tells the truth.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Confessions
A Self-Defined Orbit. Top Story - February 2025.
A Self-Defined Orbit I could have walked away. Anytime. I struggled many times with the urge to walk away from the whole mess, to chase my own happiness, but being a creature designed to explore and extoll the virtues of melancholy, I found a love worth suffering.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
