I AM HONORED TO HOST OUR “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR, MICHAEL LYNES ON MY BLOG TODAY. MICHAEL LYNES IS TAKING HIS NEW BOOK: THE FAT MAN GETS OUT OF BED, ON TOUR. PLEASE SUPPORT HIM.

MElancHoly                                                                                               by M. D. Lynes

God….it has begun…again.

White limned scars still pink and smooth mark me, mark my spirit…lamb’s-blood, smeared and dark, cross my lintel.

Passed over-saved I may be, but not healed…no.

Fettered still in the flimsy cage where last I bound it, the hungering demon gibbers and frets. It strains, deathless…sensing my weakness…baleful black orbs rimmed once more with fire…searing and soul wracking.

I am not ready.

Still…my hands know the way. They betray me.

I am practiced and I am competent and I have been tried and blooded in battle bitter. My agony intermingles now with pleasure…a draught of Siren wine…it sings in my veins.

I am tempted.

I feel the quickening now of unwanted pregnation;  the mourning-nausea, the swelling and the stretching. The Parasite stirs.

I know them and hatethemlovethemhatethem….

I know this will kill me…a part of me dies by day, by and by and bye…

Possessed…driven, afraid and hungry, the Jekel-jackal begs for release. The ink-dark water of transformation is near to me…so near… so simple, a pen-prick and the abyss yawns-wide, yawns-deep and warm and black.

God…why?

Why afflict me with the pain of Adam, as all are afflicted?

Why further afflict with the flame of Prometheus, the tongue of Loki, the eyes of Heimdal and the ears of Poseidon?

I wished for none of this.

My fellows – some fallen – some mad, would agree. Success here is more than pain…it is immolation!

Cleansing fire and through it we give sight to the blind and grant hearing to the deaf.

The Cave dwellers are brought news unwilling of their broken chain, of air keen-crisp and dawn-new, of horizons sailed, of seas unsullied and glory, joy, black sorrow and love-rivers-warm beyond all pain.

It is our curse…and our greatest blessing.

You who know, you know me…you are me…you can name me.

Author…author…

But…God….why….?

Author Bio:

Mr Lynes is a serial entrepreneur who enjoys dry red wine and single malt scotch. When not occupied with arcane engineering projects he spends his time playing with his two grandchildren, baking bread, feeding seasoned hardwood into his ancient Timberline woodstove, working on his various cars, bird watching and taking amateur photographs. His current menagerie includes one short-haired turtle shell cat and a pair of actual turtles.

His last book, There Is A Reaper: Losing a Child to Cancer, was an Indie B.R.A.G. Gold Medallion Honoree in January 2017, a silver-medal winner of the 2016 Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards for Memoir, a medalist in the 2015 New Apple Book Awards for Memoir, a winner of the 2015 TISBA (The Indie Spiritual Bookk Awards), and a finalist in both the Independent Author Network 2015 Book of the Year award and the Beverly Hills Book Awards for 2015.

Mr Lynes was awarded a BSEE degree in Electrical Engineering from Stevens Institute of Technology and currently works as an embedded software engineer. He has a consuming interest in the science of emotion as promulgated by Dr. Paul Ekman and has made a comprehensive study of his Face and Emotion courses.

Mr Lynes has four sons, has been married for over thirty years and currently lives with his wife and youngest son in the beautiful secluded hills of Sussex County, NJ.

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Michael’s Books:

THE FAT MAN GETS OUT OF BED:  https://www.amazon.com/Fat-Man-Gets-Out-Bed/dp/1938812905

THERE IS A REAPER – https://www.amazon.com/There-Reaper-Losing-Child-Cancer-ebook/dp/B00XNZW6C4