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There Is Living At Night

In Uncategorized on May 23, 2016 at 5:38 am

There are people who depart from their homes and go into the world between the hours of 8pm to 4am.  These hours are more of an oddity to humanity; the darkness, lack of light, reflecting a different sensibility to those who dwell in the midnight hours.

It takes bravery to give of yourself, to publish a word, to shout the truth.  LIVE IT!  No time but NOW!  There is more than the same patterns you’ve sacrificed yourself to.

We have these voices that we hear ourselves use.  Some make sense to how we see ourselves, others are experiments of discovery.

This is yelling out to a world that thankfully doesn’t hear.  This is night life, living without the presence of light.

When Things Can’t Be Done

In Uncategorized on January 11, 2012 at 7:58 pm

I just can’t pick up the pencil.

There is important music to be written by me and for me, but it won’t be expressed through me.  There’s a psycho-physical barrier keeping me from the work.

I could break through it.  Maybe I will, but maybe I’ll just desert the path indefinitely and go for people.

There is art to be expressed through my people, and they’re as important an art as music could ever be.

So maybe it’s more important for me to make my way with the social art that I need.

There’s a lot more to lose and be disappointed by, but there’s much more challenge and gain.

Strike Out

In Uncategorized on December 14, 2011 at 7:48 am

Strike out, strike out, strike out.  All the time.  All in one night.

Is there any girl out there for me?  Is forever loneliness my destiny?  I’d like to believe in a world where good things come to good people, but that world is a false one.  I know it.

Most of me wants to treat everyone with the respect they deserve and the honor and grace that I know is in my character to give.  And the other part, the one that’s winning right now, is ready to justify all action for the sake of self-preservation and the building of the ego.  I’ve survived up until this point on nice feelings and gentlemanly conduct, and I will continue to do so.

But there is a strength that I’ve never cultivated that is now coming across the forefront of my life and mind.  You can associate it as the confidence that makes good girls love assholes or the self-esteem of the so many douchebags that wildly roam the world.  It’s self-contained and can create problems, but problems are the least of my problems.

The real work that must happen is inner work;  I could care less about the lasting effects of my actions.  Actions speak louder than words or thoughts, and I don’t care.