Why Write?


What are you really after? I ponder this question before every story or poem I write. It would seem to hold a significant weight on my chest. Even within the realm of Instagram where I post poems and quotes. 

Let’s not sugar coat things, we all seek to be recognized is some way but the question remains, what are you after? Long hours “perfecting” a story or poem all so you can get some likes? A follow maybe? Is fame your goal? Or do you want to truly share your message, vision, and/or truth to the world? 

A common thought crosses my mind every time I type, as an answer to those questions. I would like to be known but I don’t want to do it for selfish reasons. I prefer my stories to truly touch people and encourage them. You can really summarize my blog ultimately as an outlook on life and how I perceive the world but it really is a motivational one. I like helping people, helping them understand and find that they are not alone. 

Don’t get me wrong in anything, I find a sense of pride when someone comments, likes or follows me because of something they read. But I also know that if I base my writing on likes or fame, it will distort my message or story. I find that I will gain an audience some way but writing isnt just to help people as well, but also a form of medication for myself. I write for me as well. 

We can all joke and reminisce about having our books or stories published. Write about our struggles as writers on a daily basis and even fall into the stereotype of being a writer, but ultimately what are you chasing? What is that pull that keeps you writing? People may not even notice you because you’re not “famous” and as soon as you take off, you’ll see swarms of “fans”. Begin to write differently or in such a way that it offends the reader and you will get dropped. This is just how society has transformed over the years.

I’ve learned all of this since I first started writing about a year ago. I don’t become discouraged at what is happening or if I don’t “make” it. I still put in the hours and write, learning from my mistakes and perfecting the craft. To be able to give an emotion or imagery using words is a gift and is something truly beautiful. Never forget the reason you started and always remember, you arent racing, there really is no finish line. Write as if your work was meant for eternity and your story will be made history.

Keep Moving

Keep it moving.

As of late, I can’t really put my finger on it but I feel “good”. I was going through my usual depressive spells but I let myself take a break from writing my usual topics and just let my emotions spill on paper. I read a quite that said that the best medication was never found in the form of a pull but through words on a paper; writing. This seems to be my medication.

I’ve gone hunting for the collection of all my poetry and rounding them up. I will be placing them into a book format and releasing it as an ebook. Not only will this get my name out there but ultimately help people who feel the same. I am still in the process of writing various stories and I just submitted my manuscript to a couple agents. Really looking forward to Nanowrimo next month as well. 

I’m not letting life keep me down. I constantly am being told that I cant let my emotions control me and this is true. I motivate and encourage people. I need to learn the same lessons I teach but as well, still do things based on the wisdom and not what I am feeling. There will be things that try to keep us down but we must push through. We create our own paths but will learn our purpose when centered to truth and love. 

I remember a quote I wrote on instagram, that I don’t chase things, goals, people, and etc, I build and grow with them or for it. Meaning that I work to attain something in total understanding, brick by brick and step by step, not just wanting to have that which I envision. I actually am on Instagram a lot, posting quotes and poems, check it out guys @LuciusWulfe. 

I will start evolving thia blog some more and working on layouts. Helping you guys find my work a lot better. Poetry and short stories will flood into this as well so stay tuned. Will also be posting short stories I wrote intended for my short stories site but I will merge everything here, so don’t worry, I’m not taking anyone’s work. 

Thank you all for the support and for those that continue to do so, don’t just sed me moving, come with me as let us continue to grow. Boom, let’s go!!

Find Me

Find me in lone nights reciting sweet rhymes. Open heart in open mics. Catching tunes and views. chilling, maxing, relaxing all cool. Fresh sounds, jazzy beats, underground blues reaching pinnacles. Classical, spiritual vibes to invigorate my mental. Love lights in signs with time. Lines flowing in symmetry to intricate lives. Complexities treasured, measured beyond pictures. Scriptures played out in acts as poetry unfolds. Find me speaking my soul, spoken words. Elevated heights keeping me awake. Find me in the present, I am not my mistakes. Find the trail of crimson as these words are written. I am risen from the dead. Poetry in motion.

You Are A Star

​You may always stare at the mirror wondering what’s missing. If that certain someone will bring a deeper connection. But please listen, you are not a part, you are not missing something. You are royalty. If they cannot see your worth, it is not about proving it to them. 

Continue to shine. There isn’t “the one”, a soulmate. Touch your skin, feel your heart beat, your heart is your own. What you share is who you are, time, and commitment. If you think you can find it in someone else you will be lost. Your identity is found at the source of truth and love. Fill yourself with this and watch as it shall overflow to others and attract like-minded people. You are a treasure.

Seeking Change

(First spoken word that’s going to be recorded)

Isn’t funny how we trying to feel a hundred? Get the money with no plans? But then we do and then waste a 20 to bottle up with no stance? Seeking money and watching it slip from our hands? Looking at plates we conceived that will return in fees by pleas in grands. While we appeal to egos and present the world with brands. Taking looks at books to help us pocket but we still can’t touch change. So we pop it, rock it, releasing disappointment and stress as we drop it. Yet who we are, our character, our family, we can’t bank. Saving who we are. The love of it, root of all evil. But we remain controlled because corporations have invested in people. You need this, you’ll want that. You are not beautiful unless you add the mask. You should buy the new jams, smoke the grams, if not you’re not a man. You’re not successful if you don’t make 6 figures to get digits. How far have we come? To believe the American dream is reached by keeping asleep or that a dream is reached by being American? You are beautiful, you are worthy. Your skin doesn’t decide your future and if it troubles another then reach out to your brothers and overcome the hate with love. A revolution isnt about war but the transformation of the soul. Rebuking injustice. We are not the world, this is the Earth. We’re kings and queens, rulers at birth. Escape the bondage and find truth. Because dearly, I share this with a broken heart restored…I have love for you….seek the change.

My Love is Poetry

I speak my mind with vivid, verbal illustration. Revelation of imagination articulated in understanding my creations. Deeper bonds formed and transforms storms that surge through words. Purged and fabricated beyond the basic. Play me and know I keep in tune with higher vibrations. Misconceptions drawn apart from what is written. I’m not a product of the system. A victim transformed to a villain. I’m not a statistic, let me be realistic. Envisioning the portrayal of eternal attraction. Driven beyond passion. Two of a kind,  reciting lines to make a vow. Like how can we come together beyond time. Life in motion inscribed in my mental. Spiritually united without touching the physical. No body can feel you. Though you touch them raw. I come to love the art, heart written amongst stars. Poetry.

Aiming For Eternity


What is our purpose? An interesting question to start off this post/article. I spent years before trying to come up with an answer. Apart from my studies in the occult, in the world, no self help book allowed me to properly attain that peace of mind with an answer. 

I remember reading somewhere how we are told to love ourselves and that we are of worth and then I asked, but for what? We store the treasures and attain a level of richness we seem worthy and still desire more. We push ourselves to be known and have a legacy but as time continues, records are broken and our limits overcome by another. Yet, this never stopled me and I continued to push forward but the question remained. 

As of late, I’ve picked up and challeneged myself to properly read a Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. I read this book when I was in high school but just to say I’ve read it. I tend to read like a speeding bullet, only having a book in my hand for 2-6 hours and going on to the next. Yet, I just finished my third day and I’ve been contemplating what I read and my life as a whole. In the book, he discusses that our purpose is never truly filled our known until we focus on the eternal, God. 

Looking back at this blog even, my reason for writing, and reason for school. I genuinely want to help people and be a voice to the voiceless but as well, ultimately be a light and example that reveals God. Never to force my beliefs but properly demonstrate that Christians are not the stereotype people say we are. As Well, Gee ology is the study of my life as well and how I see the world. All of this branches out to my short stories, poems, and thoughts.

Now, what I’m trying to relay is as follows, life is but a passing vapor. We spend our lives doing grand things and in honesty it isn’t bad, just when our focus is shifted from our purpose of who we are and can do, is it in peril. We need to stop and seriously think, why am I doing this? A life focused on what truly lasts or of purpose will not only motivate us but ultimately have us love the life meant for us. We struggle as a generation with doubt, self inflated egos but let us see that as the Sun rises it sets and what you accomplish here may not even be known across the world. Doesn’t mean to stop loving as if all is vain but know that as temporary as our life is, life is much more when centered to that which is eternal, love, truth, and etc.