The Poet’s Rose

You’re an ever-blossoming rose. The fragrance of spring. I delight in hearing the calming wind brush against you. You are the beauty of the garden. The sun revealing your brilliance. Allow me to touch such soft petals and taste your nectar. You keep me enthralled by such a display. Sign of love. Your eyes bringing warmth as they meet my own. Fingers interlocked as passing days continue, walking across time but not met with pausing gestures to keep a record. Lovers unfolding and being made new. My love forever true. The legacy I now write, the story of a poet and his rose.

Posting Blank

For some reason, unbeknown to myself, my recent posts are not posting. I can see the title and the entry, but no luck coming through. I’ve been using Microsoft Word and jotter pad app, then I would copy and paste here. Yet to no avail.

I’ve recently entered a vacation, meaning that this is the time I have available to fix and upgrade my blog. I’m actually trying to see if I could separate my poetry unto a different page than my home page. Though I do wish to keep all the latest posts appearing, I would a place where people could just gather them all and read.

In regards to my poetry as well, looking for any advice to get it collected and creating poetry book. I’ve worked on in design and have been contemplating on making my own book, posting it on Amazon, but we will see. Being only one year into poetry, 2 as a writer, I am learning as I go. Feel free to comment or message me if you have experience.

This entry is simply to say that I haven’t died. Jokes aside. I am writing still, but as I have stated, it comes out blank. Hopefully, this will not be a reoccurring issue.

Overcoming and Moving Forward

The sounds of the keys being pressed down give me sudden chills. The last time I wrote on an actual keyboard that wasn’t on my phone or searching for something on google, I can’t even recall. Let’s lay down everything on the table, I’m at an impasse. It isn’t quite that hard to see what is causing it all but it has surely happened, I seem to move but going nowhere.

You spend hours a day trying to wrap your head around what to write, I know I do. I would create a new piece of art and become inspired to write a poem and then I create a new entry, which I post here on my blog. My blog. It has actually been quite some time where I let my mind blossom and allow it to speak for itself apart from poetry. I am not saying that writing poetry has been my obstacle but I remember when I first started this blog. One day you wake up and notice that so much has happened in your life and you are where you never pictured yourself.

I am not in any rush, I know that now. Though the years haven’t been as kind to me in some regards, I’ve learned quite a bit in passing years. Some people may have followed me from the jump and continue to do so, others follow me and wonder what words will come to fruition. I held to a false identity by trying to hide who I was or what I could fully do, I was my biggest obstacle, always have been. I decided to drop what I perceived to be my pen name, Lucius Alexander Wulfe, it had a nice ring to it but I know that I am my own person, I am a writer.

A name can mean so much. I don’t want to be remembered for someone that had another identity or even in some regard marked by being someone that seemed like I was trying to be someone else. Let’s face it, I may not be bringing in thousands to my pages and I am not the well-skilled writer to have millions flock to my works, but I never give up. I have been writing for about 2 solid years now, I’ve seen this blog grow and I have seemed to have some grasp on my voice or style. I write as if everything was meant to be interpreted as poetry, it is quite hard to describe but I know that this is who I am.

This all comes down to what I am trying to convey, life gets tough but ultimately it is our choice. You could throw in the towel and give up or you could keep pushing. I rather keep pushing.

I’m a writer. I blog. I write poetry. I create abstract art.

I may never be famous and nor do I wish to be. Like I told my girlfriend, I rather leave a legacy behind which is to truly inspire people in some way by using the gifts and skills that I have been given as well as what I have poured, trained, and ultimately master. So check out my work, spread my name around if it helps you, comment, share, tell people that they are not alone. I create art be it any way that I can and anyway I love because I simply do not do it for the fame or to get it, but to truly touch hearts, if I gain a living doing what I love, then I rejoice, but if not, then know I hope I get rich by sharing the riches I have now, my mindset, my knowledge, my art. Much love to all out there, stay blessed. Geo out.

City of Dreams

Let us meet in fantasy.

Though tales spun of epics brought to reality.

Focus sought in realms where illustrations come to life.

Marked in intricate lines or measured by coursing time.

Arrays of colors shown by vivid light.

Carry my story across the spoils of war as treasure.

Eternal universe met with a limited life, yet it resides within.

Blissful introduction or display.

Radiating textures are woven by words to give meaning or understanding.

Welcome to my city of dreams.