I wonder if the ability to be superfluous in this day and age is a show of intellectual astuteness, or just someone preaching like a snob? I read over my musings, and general literary articles, and wonder if I need to enhance the depth, the intensity, maybe even the vividness of my works. But I… Continue reading Simply, from love.

Whispering musings fill my ear. They speak of the pain i fear.   Day after day i seek her existence. Even when found all i get is resistance.   Found but never lost. Known she's been, almost within my grasp.   Sought after, Fought after, Court after,   Never to be, just for me.  … Continue reading Musical whispers eating through the pain of my ear

This is a personal note, so I don't forget. Been thinking of the way in which I write and realized I need to tweak things, if I am to improve myself and my ability to write, to evolve if you will. In terms of this idea, I intend to do it in two ways, first… Continue reading Evolving

Unraveling, the mind of empty disturbances, unable to cleanse the foul reek of epitomized stupidity. Riddled by civilized capitalistic garbage, additives of disruptive, consumeristic destitude.   Destitute, Astute? Perhaps we are the cheese riddled by the cannibalistic mouse looking for a treat, a treat of sudden apathy, the circled wheel of hamster-like reality?   Enveloped… Continue reading Saturated

Who deems the difference between the mundane and the epic love, one liners?   Who categorizes? Decides, or even writes them? What makes them cliche? What doesn't?   What moves the heart,  and the soul towards that moment? Is it the music? The actors or actresses? Is it even perhaps the patriarchy, our society follows… Continue reading The epic one liner

It’s that feeling you get when you wake up to a morning song, that warmth you feel when you have a message on your phone, when you look at the morning sun and your mouth smirks into a smile for no reason. It’s that blossoming, subtlety of light from your furred warm chest be it,… Continue reading Its the light of love

  There is a quote by Primo Levi, that I first encountered in Into the Wild (2007).    It goes like this, "The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And… Continue reading Testing what i am, to who i want to be?

There comes a time when people in your life burn, they burn, they burn so bright your skin tingles and your head quivers in angst. All you can think to yourself is, flying for the sun, when will i start to burn as well? You reach and reach and eventually you lose sight of that… Continue reading Loving the shadow of yourself

That summer wind she blew all day, In a valley breeze far away. She ain't got no speech, she ain't got no rhyme, But she holds that sweet summer heart of mine.   Shes got that fairy tale flower, But shes gone by the hour.   Shes that one we all lost along the way.… Continue reading Lost fairy tales