Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Morning Sun

I feel my muse in a phantoms grip
That encircles my heart with pressured pith
This pain endured forms the truth of song
As it slips away in calming hours of rest
It dances in my dreams as sleep comes at last
With late night thoughts and music in my ears
I fall to sleep with the wondrous thoughts

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Strength of the Human Heart 7

Artist: Kenny Callicutt

Part 7 of my ongoing blog posts of my experience with ego death and rewriting of my personality traits; which is still ongoing to this day. Please go here if you are just beginning. Warning 1: Not for the faint of heart or easily emotionally triggered individuals. Warning 2: I am not a psychologist or professional in the field of mental health. These are simply my human and soulful experiences, take from them whatever you want.

A Moment to Rest, A Moment for Peace

December 3rd, 2016
There is a beauty in surrendering
An illumination that is all around us
I feel overflowing with an abundance of life and love
I can keep going and for once the sun is shining brightly
I can feel the warmth in my body from it’s refreshing rays
Despite the cold of these winter days
The answers don’t have to be complicated
It’s all for a reason and that is simple enough
Too much time spent asleep in a dark forest
Too much time hiding from the light of day
Waiting for an answer
It’s always been there, I’ve just been blinded
The light has always been there
It’s just been waiting for me to realize it
And to finally open my eyes to all that closed them.

Monday, July 17, 2017

The Shed

When I recall the memories from childhood that taught me something life affirming it’s few and far between. At times this can be difficult since the tougher and more defining moments that shaped me were based around difficulties, but I was a kid at some point. I remember with fondness the days that I chased after my siblings in our giant unevenly cut grass yard or the over-sized willow tree that sat firmly as a testament to my childhood. The tree seemed ancient and yawned sleepily outside my window with vines that had grown to an over abundant degree. The vines were long enough to hide under and I would spend hot days there. It also served as the perfect Tarzan shouting and swinging mechanism. I was a daring kid and was always up to any challenge, including swinging around the tree as many times as I could until the vines either gave way or knotted up. This inevitably hurt but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fun.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

The Legacy of Warrior Love in Babylon 5

!Caution: Major Spoilers Ahead!

Have you ever seen the show Babylon 5? If you haven’t I highly suggest it. In fact, if someone asked me to tell them what my favorite sci-fi show is, B5 would have to be at the top of the list. Well, right up there with MST3K (Mystery Science Theatre 3000) but that’s something else entirely.
During it’s airing in 1993, the show was unknown to me and I was far too busy ardently following the Star Trek Next Generation train. I highly suspect that at the time B5 wouldn’t have taken my interest as much as the adventures of Picard and his crew shooting photon torpedoes did. In a way I’m glad I didn’t watch it because I’m sure the dramatic effect of the dialogue and the intelligent yet emotional exploration of Babylon 5 would’ve been lost on my younger mind.  

Friday, July 7, 2017

Honey Dreams

The battle of a sugary day is at an end. The music begins again and the fudge-filled sun goes down on the streets of Candyland. Somewhere you can hear the cries of chocolate hunger and a candy wrapper flapping alone in an alleyway. The bitter dark chocolate wind bites at your cheeks as you dream of something sweet.

Sometimes you can hear the echoes of a distant sirens voice that calls out to you in it’s own hour of need but disappears as you answer. A phantom of chocolate withholding that you desire for your own. Yet this phantom has no intention of ever coming back home with that candy bar you begged for on the phone.

“Please? Just a little bit more tonight. Stay and let's eat something yummy together. A snickers? No, how about just one box of Ghirardelli? We can share it. No? Chocolate-liqueur cherries? No wait, a Toblerone. Yeah that could work. No? Okay how about a bag of Lindt chocolates? A Kit-kat? Twix? Okay maybe a pastry then? Honey? Babe? Hello?”

But the phantom never answers directly as you swim in the waves of sleight suggestions.

Only dreams will ever taste so sweet in Candyland.

You will never know the truth about the cost of guzzling down the sugar poured down your throat while you sleep with a restless stomach and a painful sweet tooth. In Candyland, one is always wondering what comes next as you read between the Pixie Stick lines. The more you try to resist the game, the worse it is. But does the phantom ever answer? Only those dripping with their own precious sugar will ever know the answer.

Because the truth about honey is that while it’s sticky as fuck, it tastes so damn good that when you get a drop of what the phantom keeps at bay, you want more.

Happy World Chocolate Day!