Category Archives: my thoughts

Forever Yours

Take my heart and know it’s yours. Let the strings of love bring me closer and out of the storms of emotions. Know me to be who I am and find comfort in certainty. What can be said by the choices of one man? Let my actions speak for itself, though these words touch lips and are met with your own. Reminisce of times spent and allow me to create new memories. May I cover you with love? My apologies, for I can see it overflow. Your beauty cannot be masked so continue to keep in radiance. Your eyes the window and body a temple. Let your rivers flow and find me entering your stream. The voyage sought by long preparation, I seek not a destination. Your company, my love, is all true. Keep me close and know I shall not part. I am forever yours.

Studying a Piece of Me

I’ve been extremely busy. Work has had me working to the point that as soon as I get home, I just want to lay in bed and talk to my girl.

It’s crazy how life moves around in such ways that you you perceive it all to be just a fluid motion. I was looking back at past events and a lot has been on my mind because of it all.

I’ve been writing poetry more frequently but I haven’t posted it just yet. I’ve been trying to get it sold and published on a site. But I also haven’t just keep anyone that follows me, “up to date”.

Life’s been good. No grand issues or unresolved tensions masquerading as smiles. My OCD tried to peer in and I was worried for a moment how I would be perceived by my girlfriend. It tends to scare people. Some people cannot differentiate between short temper and OCD. For those who know about OCD, you know that it isn’t simply keeping organized and etc, there are different kinds.

With all of this being said, I will push through and keep writing. If you like what you read and wish to see more, communicate with me about something I post, just contact me or comment. I’m always happy to engage readers. I will continue to post my art as well as my words interwoven to create a reflection of who I am.

Looking Glass

I’m not that difficult to figure out. To some, it would seem that I am a walking paradox. What can truly be drawn from me just by an encounter? Most people think I am serious or reserved, quiet. It is true that I don’t really engage people as often as it would seem. I do work at a customer service based retail store, yet I could be classified as an introvert, though I’m an ambivert. All of this being written, it brings me once again to truly analyze who I am as an individual.

We are our biggest and harshest judges. My life was never sunshine, rainbows, and puppy dogs-though I did have a couple of puppies. This is all the case with me recently. I have been contemplating where I am now. Indo not regret my choices because it has allowed me to grow and meet certain people. What I do know is that my life could be better than what it is now.

We all look through a looking glass and ask the simple questions of life. We truly don’t see or recognize our worth as individuals, unless it is acknowledged by others. In this day and age we have a twisted notion that social media validates who we are. Which in all honesty is completely worthless, social media highlights that is. Who you are can only truly be seen by those around you physically as well as yourself. Whatever image you wish to portray on anything else, especially digitally, will only hold the weight of vanity. Though in some forms it can be percieved as reality, because of the fruits being visibly seen by others but it can only truly be validated by yourself. In the end, you know the truth and if you live a lie, yojr life would seem empty and void and seek the validation elsewhere.

I have learned to appreciate who I have become and though I can look at the looking glass and ask questions, I know I can change what I see. This should all be the case for the world we now face, when we look away from the looking glass and out to the world. Know who you are and what you see. What is reflected in the eyes of others is not what is reflected in your own.

Into the Storm

Clouded hues masked in light. Nights surrounded within an ominous sight. Ripples across space and time. Upon a dream of oceans, riding tides. Echos seen as tales of an epic voyage sought. The darkened horizon casts its shadows. Reflection moving unclear and blurred. Wavering weather wrestling whispers, whistling wishes watered with windy waves. Sailing through, bound to what is beyond, Into the storm.

Forever Legend

I’ve been hearing women trying to be trap queens. While men no longer gentle, trying to be kings. All Kongs, trying to be gods. 3 am, covered in sweats, thoughts running around blocks. So watch me quick to move hands around clocks. I still work, trying to survive above dirt. Seeing racism still prevalant, though we all came from the same continent. Our crowns are hidden and forgotten. My allegiance is not pledged to a president. Let the truth and love stay relevant. The precedent, we’re all kings and queens. Our opinions infused with emotions streams. I rather be human than a monster. The facades marked by others. I don’t want to numb the pain, I rather embrace it. Revealing my strength is the control I have within my spirit. I am a forever legend. So if I die young, know of my existence, I’m here to help awaken and bring back the vision.

Held Below

Raging fire of uncertainty grips in hold of the cord.

Silence the sweet company as the night welcomes home.

Picking at the turning hands as the stars twinkle their absent present but seen as existing.

Such a lonely day, it is mine.

Swallowed soul, plagued and brought to shallow end.

The choice to rise and breathe once again or let the waters finish the sentence.

Flooded thoughts within oceans of chemicals developed and understood with scientific reason.

Yet what answers can be drawn to escape illusions beyond?

Round forms or shots that hit points to calm triggers before fired.

Drowning in melodies or rhythms to escape possibilities.

Moments of descent, letting passing air exert tensions stored in words screamed but not heard; let it all be written.

Wait for me as I rise to the surface.

Fueling the Fire

I like to take time and discuss various topics with certain people. There are the rare moments I have where I truly let my opinions known. I try to hold and portray the truth, as much as I can. I found myself discussing before the various things that go on in this world. We have the art industry, music, marketing, and etc.

I was talking with a friend of mine and he concluded music nowadays sounds like a nursery rhyme and people are stuck in a trancelike state. Fueled by dopamine released during the whole process, plus chemicals we ingest or partake, there is no surprise the state we are in as people, complete slow degradation. But we “have” to call it art, only cause it sells or is the prominent choice of the sheeple, that is society today.

We continuously return to our primal nature, fed to activate the same drives, then claim we are free, fueled by hate and division, imprisoned by desires, still clinging to the past while never truly changing the present, to impact our future. This is the state of the world we live in. We have returned or embraced the stoic ideology, the Hellenistic system, while losing our humanity, and believing ourselves to be gods in the end.

It is very easy to hold to our own opinions. If I was to continue to hold to my own, I would hardly associate myself with people. Most people would try to discredit some of the things I discuss if I presented the conspiracy approach, though I am displaying truth, because they’ve been trained to automatically stereotype people based on what they are taught through media and school. The conspiracist is seen as a tin foil nut or the Christian as a fool.

There is a general programming being done that we are unaware of. Without us really thinking about it, we are influenced by society, culture, and what is being instilled is an agenda. It isn’t a theory but what we can see with the passing of time. The Romans would use “bread and circuses”. While as well, ae are slowly being taught that emotions or to “care” means we are weak. Men are shown as strong and courageous with no emotions wavering over them. But this is not the case, to feel is to be human; to have our own thoughts and feelings, is what separates us as individuals and what truly allows us to come together as a society is how, based upon what is fed into us or we learn, can benefit or hurt those around us.

We are an ever changing people, though history tends to repeat itself. We need to begin to comprehend the direction we are heading and instead of trying to set ourselves apart, come together and truly bring change, while learning our value and not letting our egos over encompass our lives. To have emotions but never become consumed by them or completely removing them. Don’t be scared to be human, accept your humanity and within all of that, see the beauty not only in yourself but others. Your individualistic attributes can benefit us all as a whole, we are people, the human race.