- I am back and understand this will most likely fall on deaf ears for awhile
- No worries on my end, I am just glad to finally digitize some of my more recent works
- If you wish to create similar things, just ask me.(See Below)
- I will be making collections of nft’s/amazon vellas/republishing my poetry via amazon/etc
- I have started a construction business and have been awfully busy offline
- Luckily, I am no longer AFK! Very nice. Stay tuned, and I hope to indulge my tiny audience more
The Sands of Time
If you find yourself exceeding a mental cap each and every day in order to fulfil a density you know in your heart to be yours and yours alone, but are unable to find traction, do not give up. Please. I beg of you, listen to the words I have written here and now. I understand how they are meant to help you hold dear the audience you seek.
The only symbol in this existence holding you back has and is, still, created by inherent thought about why. You decide to decode the object of your futility while sinking further into fragility. Every day, you do. Why? Due to a past whimsical speech one only thinks has finished. The real show is slowly, oh slowly, starting to begin. The depth you must increase to, daily, in order to allow for such a change in the tasks followed by today, is but the shallow waves, lapping at your heels, while you stand in the sandy shallows of a beach you once knew to be your sanctuary. Now, a tender heart has but one option for the rest of its days: hold out until the waves become but a distant howl in the back of your mind, as the physical happenings of them create vibrations somewhere far above the realm at which you favor the most.
So Long, Farewell, and Live Free
Recent events have lead me to where I am now.(No Shit, Sherlock) And a few people I have had the pleasure of meeting these past couple years are no longer alongside the vibrations I call my life. Some for reasons unknown, but most of them I feel fell off for a reason I needed to happen. Unaware of the spirit guiding this entropy, I take it all for granted most days. Slowly as much as I can tell, I’m beginning to see the bigger picture of this tale of mine. Saddness gives way to joy, and my son and I are free to find out what it means to live again. The older he gets, the more I am able to show him about this world we all live to call reality. Yet, soon I fear, he will be teaching me just as much as I to him. When this starts to happen, I’ll be able to say for certain why some have left, amd the others are just there to dwindle on the edges of this life of mine, while reminding me all of the time, about the bigger picture I am slowly starting to be able to paint, myself.
Buying With Time
Tonight( current setting for myself) I really want to talk about how all of the things in this world are free for the taking. Everything from the smallest of bodily functions to the most opulent material possession is anyones and everyones for the taking. There is no price to pay. There are not allotted allowances. No time limits. Nothing of the sort. Let me elaborate.
We are all given time upon this earth. Nobody is given a definite answer when asking for how long. Time is how most, if not all, of us humans trade for the things we have and want. From our breath, which we must wait for nine months to recieve our first, to the fancy car we drive, which we trade time for money, to buy said car. Even our relationships we foster cost some time to create. So if you have a valid arguement to my explaining of time as a unit of value, I would love to hear of it.
So, if agreeing with this concept, anybody is afforded any all things, whenever they wish. <- Now I know for sure there are arguements against this statement. So let me hear about them on whichever medium you wish to use for a selected debate!!!
Reinventing The Wheel Part 3 of 3
Some say to use what is, and not anew. Me? I have little faith in how things do. So step aside while I live this ride, allowing nothing, but smoke to guide me. The sun comes again, but where I stand, upon this shore, a light I can see, from a different door, says all of our thoughts are blinding.
Fun with time or none of mine
has rarely set some stone.
It cracks and bricks what is.
I love to find within my mind
a question fore what is?
Trust is new, having only a few,
our paths can always define, it’s true…
A new creation for our sun to try
so it may also, see from a different point, of veiw!
Living Rich – Part 2 of 3
I find it hard to talk real straight. No worries though, my banks all great. I own it, see, so something simply put as melancholy, kills time without a dime. When wanderlust envelops crime, time must pay me to sit real still, or it will never find me.
Alas, a day has broken.
The air all alight with words unspoken.
Most say silence is deafening, but
as I hear it now, this silence,
is just the thing!
Seeking Treasure – Part 1 of 3
When I lay awake at night, alone or with my thoughts, nothing shy of a midnight high can help me fall asleep. I wish I may. I wish I might. Fall in far from my devil’s sigh, so words can never find me.
A fallen hero seeks, horizon.
Just to touch again what was once within,
an eye glance. Such haste must lay awake
behind a figure eight. Not soul for food but sole to feed.
A fixation some never meet, behind a door upon our
shore, fore, evermore, a hero needs no sleep.
Why people think I am crazy.
I live vicariously through my empathy. Not a soul on earth, to this day, except for my son, truly realizes how much this enables me to simply be. To live. Float by the turning of this planet and be able to take a step back so I can see how often the other inhabitants of this world are misunderstanding the true nature of our . This includes our animal co-inhabitants. Our greed, selfishness and hate rubs off on them in ways I am unable to explain. I just wish I am able to find a soul of which agrees with this before it is my time to shine.
The Light
When the light at the end of the tunnel decides to move closer to where you are, even though you have been to lazy to start your jouney, take the incentive and get up and move in the right direction!
Convincing the World to Turn
There are many ways we are able convey our individual perspectives, so others may see as another understands. In rare cases, though, bringing another into the reality we live in is exceptionally impossible. Getting to know this fact on the dawn of realization of you understanding this rare creature is in need, severely, of seeing through your eyes, serves as a great weight on a soul. Heavy hearts have never in antiquity been able to push completely out how the owner of such a heart is responsible for this burden, if applicable.(In my case, yes) Growing within twists and turns like a tree, with all of its branches and even the trunk, giving in to the sway of the winds, reaching desperately towards the sun for comfort, and underneath it all, developing roots make it hard to betray the essence we each find by grasping forever what substance we can to bring us life. All any of us can do while we take root and endeavour for creative purpose is stay silent when we know the opposite will prove futile.
Sporadic Serenity 