Lunar Kiss

Late one night I found myself with an urge to walk in the dark and be among it in its splendor. Some nights I'd get this urge to escape the artificial light and bask in the quiet and solitude of the dark outside my home and just feel one with the universe for a split second before a rustle in the underbrush not too far away caused an instinctual fright that woke me from my meditation and sent me back inside to the safety of my walls.

This night however I was sadly not greeted by the darkness as a misty cascade of light fell all around me. I looked up and it was the enormous presence of the moon bearing down on me. White and ghost like behind the faint clouds, it formed a halo and sent soft light all around my feet and the quiet sleeping world around me. In that instant I saw a shooting star cross the face of the moon and i felt another instinct arise, not fear but a yearning to make a wish as we do as children at the sight of a shooting star. But in that instance I compared the fleeting existence of the shooting star with its streak of light to the enormity of the moon that sat, at what felt arms length, from my face. I turned my attention from the slash of light, now completely faded having been engulfed by the atmosphere and instead directed my wish to the face of the moon. The moon, the silent companion of Earth, ever hanging just out of reach but always there, even when obscured. It's presence never interrupted, never fleeting, a true entity in which to bestow a celestial wish upon. Unlike the pallid rocks flung haphazardly through space it was fixed and ever watchful of the citizens of its companion. A silent custodian.

I looked longingly at the white ghost and felt a tear come on as the realization of the moon's power and strength and silence overcame me in that moment. I let the wish leave my lips and felt a rush of power overcome my soul as the wind whipped up past me and towards the moon. The first wish, on an express track to the moon, had been sent. I felt that this wish, of happiness, of family, and of love, would finally come true now that I had sent it to be held by the correct body, floating ever so daintily above my head. I nodded towards the moon as the feeling subsided and the light was overcome by the clouds rolling in from the west.

I made a wish upon the moon and I know that wish will come true.

towers

i leave a lot unfinished.
half empty beer cans, a
half eaten sandwich.
clutter on my desk, clutter in
my mind.
a manuscript unfinished, a song
left unsung. a letter of love in my
mind and on my fingers
unwritten.
words left unspoken, thoughts half
remembered, forgotten.
arbitrary lines in the sand.

all I see

if you yearn for the moon,
no earthly rock will do

i yearn for you,
no other one will do

empty cups

how many more beautiful days will I see?

how many more days will there be?

when i can wake up 

and say "I'm happy to be alive"?

when the sun still shines?

when i don't want to die?

how many more days 

will you stay by my side?

holding my hand...

holding my heart...

how many more nights 

will I hold up the moon?

to cast that luminous hue,

over me and you?

how many more words do I have 

left on my lips?

how often have I let them slip?

how many more beautiful days, 

are left?

Contentious Content

I've been thinking a lot recently about my media channels I've started on Youtube and Soundcloud and here. About the things I've made so far and the things I hoped to make in the future. I'm not sure now how strong in my resolve I am about these things.

I have my own opinions, my own flawed views and my own biases flowing forth from my mind that sometimes I wish to express to the world. But the world we live in is afraid of genuine questioning, afraid of new ideas, and afraid to give a stage to something it feels is against it. The world we live in is an ever growing echo chamber to blind adherence and flame wars.

Not to say my ideas for content are controversial, I mostly want to talk about the things I love, History, Writing, Books, Media. But even those avenues are mine fields nowadays. No dissent is allowed on any front, no amount of differing opinions is permitted.

The discourse is dying.

I can't even have a rational conversation about a television show I've loved since I was a child without being called out for being fake. A television show. What ever happened to civility? Respect? And a willingness to see the world from the other person's point of view even for a second?

That's dying on both sides of the line.

I've tried to reform myself in many ways over the past two years. Politically, socially, ideologically, philosophically, but all the changes I've made in myself are still infantile. I still fall into old issues in discussions and get anger fast when people don't agree.

I suppose that's just human nature.

Although, we must not resign ourselves to saying "It's just human nature" because we are capable of changing our natures. To ascend our natures and become something better.

I don't know how much I'll post on Youtube or Soundcloud or if it'll even be anything anyone will want to hear/see. But I know on my end I'll still learn new things and take the time to reflect on my own life and the world around me.

3:10 to Salvation

We live in an ever changing world. With every sunrise and sunset things are moving, shifting, evolving. Minds are closed and opened like the valves of a heart, beating in time with the motion of clock hands. Ticking us further and further into the future. 

We are on a track, a train of movement, carried away by the ebb and flow of time. Nothing can take us off this track but we can't affect where it goes. We are the conductors of our destiny and we must take an active role in our futures. 

Sitting in silence and watching the world go by in flash out the windows is no way to be in this ever changing world. It is incumbent on us to take an active role. It is our duty as conscious beings to reflect and gain insight on our world and use that knowledge to help align our paths. 

We are stuck on a path of the future. There is no getting off the train, but we can decide it's trajectory. We can affect its path. We must. 

windows to nothing

I'm on the outside looking in,
at the drama of their lives. casting
stones and side glances.
wishing I had my own.

caress

sunrise, feel the warmth
breathing softly at my side
all I could ever want
sleeping, dreaming
content in the moment i stay
silent, thankful for the days

no longer lost in my ways
broken away from the haze
of past mistakes, past delays.
i found a new light, your eyes

Call To Arms

I need your help.

I'm the type of person that likes to talk about things but I'm bad at thinking up engaging topics for my rants/rambles. Things that you'd find interesting to hear most of all. I could talk about nonsense but what value exists in that?

If you wouldn't mind, give me some suggestions on things you'd like me to talk about. It can be anything! Just so I can have jumping boards for topics so I don't have to rely on my own judgement for too long. 

Let me know either in a comment or by a message. Thanks again for reading, listening, watching. :)

Youtube - No Menthol

Soundcloud - No Menthol 

Prospects - The Journey Ahead

This is the first time in the life of the blog where I have posted something every day for a month. It's crazy considering in the 7 or so year span of it I'd have huge gaps in time of no posts at all. I didn't post anything for an entire year before.

Why have I been posting more in my blog? 

I've been trying to write more, produce more and work more towards writing as a career. Creative writing isn't simply or easy to make profitable. It takes a lot of practice, like any skill, to hone my abilities.

I've been writing a lot more poetry, attempting to write more shorts, and using this platform to flesh out ideas I hope to use in the future.

It's also an easy way to present my work to readers, people I hope will give me feedback on my work.

This blog started out as a way to vent my problems, used more in the first few years as more of an internet journal than a writing platform but recently I've decided to forgo my old uses and concetnrate more on writing.

Will I post every day in February? 

Probably not. One of the things that this month has showed me is that in the pursuit of trying to produce on such a busy schedule I'm not able to produce the quality that certain levels of time off can give me. I don't plan on taking huge amounts of time off between posts but they will be come more infrequent.

Why am I telling you this?

Well if you're reading this you're one of the handful of people I've given this link to. I value you as a reader and I value the time you take to read these pieces. I figured I should take a second to inform you of the future and say a little thank you.

My posts have been more read in the past two months than the past 7 years I've been posting. Mostly due to the fact I'm writing more prose/poetry than ever before and that's easier to give out to people and the fact that I think I've honed my skills a considerable amount in the in interim. My writing is much better to read, and having palatable writing that people enjoy is a good motivator to keep writing and to keep progressing.

I hope that over the next year I can learn more, produce more quality writing, and get closer to my readers (You) with my craft.

I love to write and I love to share my stories. I'm just glad I have a few people who enjoy them as well.

Thanks again.