Legend Gilchrist
Bio
I am a retired English teacher. I have been writing for 27 years. I live in the Palm Springs area of Southern California. I am a poet, writer, and novelist. I enjoy writing about rock music culture. I hope to write for Rolling Stone.
Stories (36/0)
Legendary Poetry: What can I say about the woman that I love?
What can I say about the woman that I love? What can I say about the woman that I love? That she is beautiful? That line has worn itself tired countless times from countless suitors with ulterior motives. But you are more beautiful than I can ever imagine. You are beauty defined.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Poets
Legendary Poetry: You are the woman in my life
The Woman in My Life By Legend Gilchrist She is a rose in a field of daisies. She is a joy in the midst of sadness. My woman is a light in darkness. A bright light in times of despair. She is good for my soul and water for my patched lips. My woman is all of this and more. You are the woman in my life.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Poets
Legendary Short Stories: Enigmaa Me
Enigma me: The story of a simple man, the story of a complex man. I am a man. Yes, a man. Yet, more than a man. I am a superhero of sorts. I am a villain of sorts. I am an enigma wholly and completely. I am a failure. I am a success. I am a loser AND a winner if you can believe that. I am holy and unholy. A saint and a sinner. A sojourner and a hopelessly disabled cripple. I am simply a man.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Poets
Legendary Poetry: Where is my mind?
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where could it have possibly have gone? I remember having it once. Now it is gone. Far gone. Far, far away never to be found again. My mind is a distant memory to me. To be honest, I don't ever remember having a mind. Ever. And ever, and ever, Amen.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Motivation
Legendary Short Stories: Falsehoods and other lies we tell ourselves
Falsehoods and other lies we tell ourselves The beautiful thing about falsehoods and lies, if there could be anything beautiful about lies, is that they often time resemble facts in such a way as they have just enough of the truth to be convincing. Why do we believe such things, you may ask. I have a simple answer to that simple question: Because we WANT to believe them and for no other reason. Very oftentimes, reason has little to do with why believe what we believe.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Longevity
Legendary Poetry: Anger Mine
Anger Mine Rage. Rage against the world. Rage against society. Rage against myself and all that I have ever been or have ever known for the entirety of my soul pathetic existence. Rage against the anger that has attempted to destroy me. Yes, that is the true enemy here, anger mine which is to say the anger that is mine. Sure, I am anger but my anger is mine and mine alone. Yes, society has made me angry by how it treats it's citizens and how it treats me. I don't care much about society.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Motivation
Legendary Poetry: Temporary Friend
Temporary Friend I have a temporary friend. Actually, I have had a lifetime of temporary friends. The come in and out like the tides of any beach anywhere in the world. They rise up mysteriously, sow their presence for a period of time, then vanish just as mysteriously as they came. Sometimes these temporary friends stay for just mere minutes. Sometimes they stay for much longer but ALL of them, and I do mean all of them, eventually leave me alone and friendless, going happily on their way to probably be a temporary friend to some other person. I am so naive and gullable to think that with each new friend, and it always seems to be beautiful women, that SURELY SHE will be different. Surely she will not vanish like some ghostly apparition of some bad B-movie. I always tell these women of my experiences with temporary friends though I don't use that specific term. Typically, I call them ex-girflfriends which is what they, in fact, are. The new female friend always assures me that she is NOT like those other women and at the very least we will remain friends, which, I have learned, is a bald faced lie.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Humans
Legendary Poetry: Elation
Elation Why do I feel this way? By all means, I should feel as though a ton of bricks were dropped directly on my head while I "rested" on a bed of sharp nails. My pain, my evil and cruel "friend", haunts me, torments me, and harrases me daily, nightly, and whenever he, surely it must be a he as he is as brutal as the worst dictator might be, both wants and desires. And so I sit ith my head in my hands curled up int e fetal position doing the best I cn to endure my pain. I have long since hoped that my pain will actally go away because the fact of the matter is, my pain has NOT gone away. What does all of this have to do with elation or happiness you may ask. Please be patient with me and let me tell you the tale that will eventually answer this important question.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Psyche
The Rocking Life: A beautiful virtuoso named Larissa - A New Yorker among New Yorkers
A beautiful virtuoso named Larissa: A New Yorker among New Yorkers I knew Larissa from afar. A far, far, far, afar. She lived on the East Coast in New York and I lived on the West Coast in California. We lived as far away from each other as two artists could live from each other. I am a brilliant writer and she is a singer/songwriter/musician extraordinaire. I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day and she poses with cigarettes because, well just because I guess that's what you do in New York when you are an amazing artist in a city of amazing artists trying to get something, anything, to set you apart from the rest of the people who would slit your very throat to get ahead. Not so in California.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Beat
Legendary Short Stories: Vermont Dairy, Inc. - Lessons learned about life and beyond...
Vermont Dairy Inc. - Lessons learned about life and beyond... Today, one of my home hospital nurses was here checking on me and changing my foot bandages. I got these injuries to my feet as a result of being kicked out of the home I shared with my mother. She was convinced that I was a bad man and that she was afraid of me. Well, I am not a bad man and I am nobody to be feared. If you knew me personally you would know this for youself. As my mother has dementia, she tends to gain a mindset whereby she believes things that are not true. As a strong-willed person, once her mind is set on something, there is no changing her mind on things and thus, when she directed the Sheriff Deputy to remove me from her home, and it is her home, I became homeless for the first time in my life.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Humans
The Rocking Life: DJ Mighty Iris
DJ Mighty Iris: DJ for rock radio 93.7 KCLB in Palm Springs, California I felt a little bit off the day that DJ Mighty Iris began working as a DJ for 93.7 KCLB rock radio in Palm Springs, California. I was already used to the person that she had replaced and while DJ Mighty Iris had a lovely voice and a charming radio personality, I missed the other DJ.
By Legend Gilchrist4 years ago in Beat