Rough Element

This world can be cold and heartless, and I do say that on the point of experience, especially if there is no where to lay one’s head. Have a warm meal to eat. Hear the soothing words of “I care for you.” The world can be mighty strong on those that don’t hear that often or don’t have a place to call home. Its all part of our human makeup, the way we are designed to be part of something, to feel loved, to be loved, are suddenly slapped with reality that we can never be part of or have not reached their, the world’s standard of being accepted, in which I think can kill any soul stronger and more faster.

We notice the homeless on the streets; we may find them on a certain corner; we see their conditions, the way they look, how they take care of themselves. Even without their explanation we can also see their pain, their hurt, their suffering, even on some their guilt. Some are remorseful at best, ‘Why haven’t I done better?” It seems to be etched on their faces: the agony of this life. Long gaunt faces express why they’ve never seem to get out of this misery called the streets. For some the streets has been their home, there backbone, however the streets are not a nice place.

It can be a scary existence. The streets are real. It’s in your face reality like a cold hand that never stops hitting, however no matter how cold the streets become, even for some the ride never ends. It’s in one continuation of hell. One must know what they are doing before they end up on these streets. I wouldn’t wish it for anybody. I’ve written a small poem called The Ghostly Drifter. I hope you enjoy it.

A ghostly drifter walks among the vast land,
Seeking shelter from land to land.
Searching to find a home he could stand,
Searching aimlessly with a knock and a bam.
Only to find there was nothing to suit,
Not even a pair of warm socks to boot.
So instead of framed wood,
And a window to look through,
He’ll possess a body,
And beware, it may be you.

The welcome mat in the alley is for everyone here. I hope your stay will be chilling at most. You must be careful when you come here to expect the unexpected. Everything is in large variety here. We have peddlers, demonic urchins, hungry card board men, and cast away homeless, everything the world would really like to put aside and far from them. A ghostly atmosphere that one may not be too accustomed to but um…will be relieved once you leave, I’m sure. So make yourself at home. I’m sure you’ll find a spot in this alley.

Welcome to my alley of fear

Here in this blog--something I'm not too familiar with, but will give it a try with great reluctance whether or not I'm doing this right but hopefully with God's help you will understand what I put out here and hopefully you will go away with something. I hope not copyrighted work but um...you understand. And eventually, I hope I will succeed in something, right? Well my name is Lavel Wideman and hopefully one day I will like to please the reading crowd out there with my books, novels and comic books (Look for the name: Lavel Wideman, okay). An author, not a professional one, (gulp) not yet (on knees praying) will have my book series out in the public pretty soon called "The Homeless Drifter's Night Tales," which is being edited by my English editor, who sometimes gives me a headache, and reminds me a lot of Lucy Ball, but who I admire a great bit and because of her I wouldn't be here writing you. With her hectic schedule and her many writing assignments she puts some time aside for "moi" and we have great fun. A lot of fights comes out of the fun but it's well worth it because she's a great editor and I do admire her, greatly.
Here on this blog, a very unique one, will cover things like art, writing, comic books and all sorts of things that mainly pertain to the homeless and horror. My stories are about this part of humanity which is not looked at with certain concentration where I understand but would like to bring this sort of world to the forefront of you the viewers. A fan of Twilight Zone, EC Comics, and Creep Show, I bring that spectrum into my books and I will guarantee you, you will not go away looking for something else. Here, I would like for anyone to post me things only that which pertains to the homeless but it must be scary. It must have an edge. As Homer Simpson once said, "Welcome to my world."