Natural/Connection

Drip… Drip… Drip…

Desiring to be whole
Like the ocean
We are water droplets
Scattered at the moment

Lost, yet still connected

Trapped in our silos of rivers & lakes
We travel these territories with others
Seeking home through this infinite web
Asking “who? what? where? & why?”

Click… Click… Click…

(Read from bottom to top now)

Free…. right?

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Free

Very few are truly free. For me its a state of mind I haven’t yet achieved, but flirted with at times throughout my life so far. Just like with writing: sometimes the magic is there and the story writes itself. I personally believe its crucial to ascend to the next stage of self-discovery; or what we use to be as a society before the majority of us regressed in our development in some ways.

Why do we want to be free in this world?

What can we achieve once free from our own mental chains?

How many of us are truly free from these earthly bound restrictions?

Will you ever free of your past defining your present & future?

Is being lost within yourself true freedom?

Can we truly ever be free from man creation of time?

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Love in Ten Lines

Normally I’m not a fan of challenges when it comes to writing. However, when I got sent one in an area I felt need to improve my awful writing in my opinion; I couldn’t say no. Enjoy!

Love: Your suffocate me….

A love very familiar
Contagious tragedies, that’s love!

What kind of love?
A love constantly blossoming

I hate this love
I love to hate

Love: I see you!
You see me, Love

Love: I miss you!

Ambition… Right?

Do you have ambition?

Why do you have it locked away?
Do you know how to use it?
Will you free it?
Are you scared of it?

Do you want it to fizzle out?
Is that why you hide it?

Can you harness this inner power?
Is this why you seek other methods?

Have you lost it?
Does it still exist deep within your being?

Are you scared it’s going to burn out?

That you wont have time to use this spark?

Are you scared of what you’ve become?

Fearful of what the power done to others?

Don’t want to reflect on your inner encounter?
Yet want to become somebody else without it?
Deep down, do you desire to be the best version of yourself?
Does ambition need you or do you need ambition to live?

Do you have ambition?

 

To a Great Love

You’re more than just a love
you’re a very special kind of love,
With a kind & thoughtful talent
for doing all you can
To bring the gift of happiness
and love to others’ days
And, Love, that’s why
you’re loved so much,
and in so many ways.

I’m lost but you guide me….

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That your biggest fear/fantasy ….. right?

“Grandma’s cough, my biggest fear and fantasy
When I ain’t in her arms all I’m making is enemies”

When I look at society today, I feel alienated to extent to the choices of many things. In a sense, the whole “wow this amazing” feeling is gone for most things. As a matter of fact, recently I’ve been living more within myself which is very unlike an extrovert.  Its been an combination of exciting and frightening for the most part; going through the mind that is my personal deep mine. Searching for treasure which is memories & answers to the moments & questions I have.

That childish outlook I have of life seems to have an expiry date. Sadly I can’t seem to use it all the time anymore or risk making enemies in this toxic world. To the few that know, the passion still there and burning brightly. Yet, I’m aware of those trying to steal and put out this flame. Almost like a game of keep away, how long can I keep this fire burning before those that seek it blow it out?

It funny, the brighter the flame, the more I feel I can accomplish with my life. The tunnel of ones mine/d also becomes clearer and don’t lead to culdesacs. Yet when I let the flame almost fizzles out I’m lost & limited in the directions I can go. One thing that clear from the two methods is that a balance & proper management of how this flame is used will decide how I will unlock the secrets of this mine/d I carry around.

I don’t know how much time I have left like the rest you don’t know either. Yet, each new fantasy, question, fear, answer, etc. pushes me to discover & fulfill that desire or squash that bone chilling gut feeling. The clock always ticking down & that the scary part for me.

Ultimately, what sad is this exact process isn’t discuss openly among our society in face to face conversations. Were left to text, video chat, blog in my case, or suppress until we can’t hold no more. That decline in some area of life of human interaction with people is a result of this growing problem for some. Those that can relate or understand our problems I’ve felt been a crucial antidote in solving our personal mine/d. Yet one the other hand maybe its a sight of an evolution to a higher state were just realizing is possible….

“Because the internet, mistakes are forever
But if we f*@k up on this journey at least we’re together
 Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it’s make-believe
Make ’em believe in themselves, people who needed my help
Feelings I felt, keeling myself
No one’ ever been this lost…. “

 

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#MisunderstoodProphet

 

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You blink… right?

Check phone
11:01.
Subtract 2 mins,
10:59.

I look up the street for the bus to carry me to the place that define my generation, the bars. Ain’t staying long however as tomorrow is Saturday & I got 12 hours of free labor at an international event ahead of me. To add injury to insult this ain’t factoring in my 3 hours of living on transit to get there & back before this time tomorrow.

11:07.
Subtract 2 mins
11:05

I’m ushering traffic around a motorcycle accidents as my bus comes down the street. The biker was thankfully ok with only a few scratches & his ride or die brother came back to make sure he was alive. The bike on the other hand was going to need a visit the shop the following day for what looked like minor repairs.

Check phone.
11:15.
Subtract 2 mins.

Getting off the bus to witness what has become a place that turns into a blur every week is truly sad. The girls are uninteresting teases that don’t know what they want with themselves nor in a man. The women are carry around baggage due to the amount of failed attempts they took on boys they saw as men at the time. Thus, guys are left in a weird dilemma that even with technology haven’t been able to solve.

Check phone
1:11.
Subtract 2 mins.

On my way home in a cab down a few wasted bucks because of cover, food & pool reflecting on what I learn. Observing the human interactions of those in the bar/billiard/club environment made for some great entertainment considering some leave their common sense at home. I can only blame the alcohol in allowing these people to loosen up.

 

“Home…..”

Check Phone
1:30
Subtract 2 mins.

 Melrose

 

I’m lost,

#MisunderstoodProphet