Chris Whitenack, Writer
Because When

When you look at me like that in the car
or, when you don’t…
I notice.

The way you stand next to me at the store
and you ask me how my day was…
I notice.

When we start laughing loudly, with abandon
your hand touches mine in the bedlam.
Yes, I do notice.

Because when, you let me know.

The way your feet touch mine in your sleep
and the cats open their eyes for a moment
I notice.

When you’re frustrated with me for not listening better
but you stop and remember who I am,
fuck, do I notice.

When you smile while you’re leaned over writing
and I’m sitting on the couch, watching…
you notice, too.

Because when, we do this much.

Chris Whitenack © 2014

The wonderful thing about being chosen… for who you are, what you do and don’t do, both light and dark sides appreciated, and also what you can be…
You aren’t anybody’s replacement.
This is what feeling secure is about.
Knowing you were chosen for simply being yourself.
Chris Whitenack © 2014 (via chriswwriter)
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"The rapacious nature of Ophanim reflected their focus and dire need to dispense His Perfect Justice. They that fell upon the cherubim in their wicked, ruthless attack used His Might and Resolve upon their own kind. No amount of Mercy would be spared these usurpers in their highly organized and planned out attack, breaking the seal of peace in Heaven. Angelic host has long memory, and the amount of pain incurred them by such unbridled fury and dissident betrayal burned like brimstone in the noses of those charged to avenge Him.Michael’s golden-white flame burned brightly across three vast constellations, for his need for wrath was strongest among The Choirs.The dark legion of Fallen will not just be cast out.They would suffer more than any being has ever suffered.”

-from “Of Angels and Witches”Chris Whitenack © 2014

"The rapacious nature of Ophanim reflected their focus and dire need to dispense His Perfect Justice. They that fell upon the cherubim in their wicked, ruthless attack used His Might and Resolve upon their own kind. No amount of Mercy would be spared these usurpers in their highly organized and planned out attack, breaking the seal of peace in Heaven. Angelic host has long memory, and the amount of pain incurred them by such unbridled fury and dissident betrayal burned like brimstone in the noses of those charged to avenge Him.
Michael’s golden-white flame burned brightly across three vast constellations, for his need for wrath was strongest among The Choirs.
The dark legion of Fallen will not just be cast out.
They would suffer more than any being has ever suffered.”

-from “Of Angels and Witches”
Chris Whitenack © 2014

The preceding article from Contently is a really good read for anybody in the freelance and journalism industries. It brings up some really excellent points about how journalists should conduct themselves, and to some extent everyone else involved in the process of getting the news out there.
One of the items that could be addressed are about who determines what should and should not be allowed in the hallowed halls of journalism, and for that matter, who determines just WHO should be allowed to write their opinions and reporting the facts.
Any editor worth their salt would do well to consider where they are coming from when determining what is newsworthy and what is not, let alone the how and necessity of the reporting.
When people that have decided they are the voice for all in the publishing world, I have one really important name that needs to be considered in their much needed and extremely important job of deciding these things:

The Council of Nicaea.

If you are unaware of the significance of that particular bit of fuckery(ESPECIALLY when it comes to editing), I highly recommend reading about that definitive piece of history.

Chris Whitenack © 2014
Within A Kings Discretion

Lands off the loom of thought and learning;
some threads get snipped for frayed ends
or just wrong coloring. A good king allows
for a Persian thread; Perfection is God’s.
The larger picture ever in mind, blanket authority.

This kings decisions are his to make.

Advisors to The Court lend words, NOT
the power to effect them. Too many a monarch
seem to forget this power endowed them.
So much easier to follow than lead.
Foregoing to default is less than mindful…

This kings choice is discretion.

A wise king will recognize a time for prudence
and a time for swift action. He lives with results
of his discernment and decisions with grace,
for there is no such thing as perfect reason
nor perfect decisions, nor perfect kings.

Therefore, perfect choice is within a kings discretion.

Chris Whitenack © 2014

My Beach Stands Where

whiteysplace:

Thoughtfully, I placed shells turned up

on the beach around me in a spiral

that there may be an indirect path to

my center, where I shine.

.

My light is inclusive, and it has bathed

many, if not for a passing moment.

There is one who stands with me

so much more than a moon.

.

My beach stands where two suns shine.

.

Some will wonder at the brightness,

others hiding from the burn of two

who meld close as one. Arguably,

the moon will shine brighter for it.

.

Everything; shells, sand, sea foam

will look different, but really are

now simply seen in a different light.

I laid down those shells for a different way…

.

My beach stands where two suns shine

.

Chris Whitenack © 2014

No Lo Contendre

I’m stepping off this field now
Its purpose served
But before I go, maybe to return
To you I leave a parting word.

Please stop hurting yourself
We all have watched this
She never was really yours
That’s the thing you never got with.

What she does, that she is with me
What our children may be
It’s really no longer your business
And please, make sure you understand….

None of this you will never see.

Your poems, mails, texts and notes
Are either blocked or ignored
You are simply unwanted by her
Sir, please, finally just close the door.

I’ve no need to be protective, jealous,
Certainly not unsure; not hardly mad
My trust needs no validation
The fact of the matter, as she says…

Watching you torture yourself is quite sad.

I’m a man, so my compassion has limits
I wander from here to let go sadness
She has shown me a better way…
Do not participate in madness.

These two sets of eyes no longer watch.

whiteysplace:

Spells We Craft
.
The sun arrives unbidden, we cast
into each others commingled craft
we are vessels opened to fill
.
We pour our Magick into each with care
.
Light and healing distant touch
we are one in the same, a warm connected
cats paw indulgent to say “Hi.”
.
We receive Magick from each with care
.
Giving and receiving are one in the same;
this sacred knowledge we honor
Gifts and miracles are Natural Law.
.
… and the boundaries of light and day vanish.
.
Chris Whitenack © 2014

whiteysplace:

Spells We Craft

.

The sun arrives unbidden, we cast

into each others commingled craft

we are vessels opened to fill

.

We pour our Magick into each with care

.

Light and healing distant touch

we are one in the same, a warm connected

cats paw indulgent to say “Hi.”

.

We receive Magick from each with care

.

Giving and receiving are one in the same;

this sacred knowledge we honor

Gifts and miracles are Natural Law.

.

… and the boundaries of light and day vanish.

.

Chris Whitenack © 2014