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Spectrum

Colors coming in waves.

Reaching reaches reached past brain waves.

Going beyond imagination.

Bringing vivid illustrations.

Shadows of what wants to be revealed.

Conveyed to display what is real.

Feelings in a motion of thoughts.

The colors of the universe found in us.

Shining in the night.

The promise of the light.

Just Stand

We have all heard this saying before, “stand out”. As an artist, I have discovered that from every corner of the globe, people keep saying to build your brand, your voice, your signature, to allow your legacy to be defined by what you bring to the table. This is in part true but what I have also learned is that it can limit you.

We are all trying to find our identity in this world. We see a style and try to adapt to it, try to be a part of the culture or whatever is around you. Just because of something influencing you doesn’t necessarily mean you will adopt it. We are ” finding” ourselves. This being said, we are not subjected to “stand out”. Let’s all face it right here, now, each one of us will not be rich, get a million dollar book deal, be recognized in the blogger’s hall of fame, and etc. Some people are needed to be that happy garbage man or delivery guy and in reality, the world is a moving body of people, a collective.

I’m an artist, specifically a writer, poet, and your average day human being. I have cravings, desires, and etc but will all of them be met in my lifespan, probably not. Yet I will not let that phase me. I will continue to write because it is something I love and I will paint because it is something that I feel helps me express what I feel or think. Some people won’t gravitate to what I like or even what I do and guess what? That’s fine with me. I understand though that the way I perceive things or convey something will always be different. 2 people can come up with the same idea but it will never be the same story or concept (unless plagiarized of course).

The reason I am writing this post is that I feel like people lose a sense of creativity or they force something that shouldn’t be forced. Just write the story you wish to write or paint the painting you want to wait, sing the songs you want to sing.

Basking in Moonlight

Line cast with a heart upon the water. Though fishes swim amidst the seas, you are more than sayings sung. Pure poetry. Besides the calming nights or storms that may rage, your company is shared, bringing serenity. Eclipsing blinding light, now basking and emanating from behind. Complete beauty flowing from within to surfaces touched by radiant light. Kept in your gaze and never wavering choices made. The dawning of love now bestowed in the moonlight. Find me in the night, embarking on journeys end, life revealing our love story.

Checkmate

You feel all possible moves have been made and you are surrounded by impossible odds against you that you thought weren’t possible. What you thought could never happen, happens. Maybe your world is turned upside down, either way, you’re not alone.

I can’t really explain what has been going on in my life as of yet. I’ve spent the last few months growing as a man. I could say without a doubt I’m in a serious relationship and that I continue to grow. I have learned to combine my gifts and display it with ease. I have become even more confident in my own abilities and who I am as a person.

It is tough, this thing we call life, I actually could agree that it is harder the older you get. I honestly could not picture my life being the way it is now but I’m grateful that I have stepped into these moments. Though I am not where I want to be, I feel like I’m where I need to be.

Many people, including myself, push ourselves way beyond what is required to reach some plateau. We want to climb the highest mountains. I recently took my vacation and as I stood behind the window in my hotel room, on the 10th floor, I had a glimpse of what life would be like if I followed certain paths in life. Reflecting on my life now, I could say that for the longest I have felt like I am in the last stretch, just surviving. Checkmated.

Though all of this being said, it is like I have stated, I am where I need to be. I can only keep going, never giving up. I continue to write every day and will try to have my collection of work published in some format. I will continue to showcase my art and hope people would encourage or support me, like it and buy it, etc. I’m an artist that wishes to convey a message through the medium of abstract art, poetry, and stories. This is who I am and I will not stop, even a king must make a move and fight, this isn’t a game anyways, this is life.

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.