FIDLAR? Yeah, you’re right!
A few weeks ago a friend and I were riding around Hawaii looking for the perfect spot to take some future dates. Yes, that’s right, we were scouting for the most-optimal, most-comfortable, and most-enjoyable spot to sit with a nice woman and talk about everything and nothing from dusk until dawn. I’ll let you form […]
The Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Song
This one originally started as an instrumental, but quickly turned into an actual song with some riffs I had written some years ago (hell, back in high school). Now they’ve come together in a way I’m decently happy with. Did plenty of messing about in odd time signatures, so my homies who enjoy that sound, […]
Majula | Field Writing
That orange blast of sun on the horizon, the twinkling of piano keys, the woman clad in green; she utters of hopeful well-wishing and punctuates with a message of fatal possibility. “…lest this land swallow you whole.” I remember the first time I saw Majula. It was close to what seeing these Missouri skies was […]
Seasons | Poem
[I. The Force That Tugs] Steadfast. Resolute. Definite. Unyielding. These concepts hint at the story our minds have grown tired of hiding, holding, wielding. Steady hands paint constant strokes against the parchment of my heart. Ink stains reveal transparency. One can’t exist alone. You cannot avoid being affected. I see it as such: Visions of […]
With Hands//To Work|Poem
I see the works of artistsThe aftermath of deft hands getting to work I see the afterimage of the calculated strokesWhere effort and skill bear tangible and virtuous fruits I look to what they’ve done and see what I myself would also like to do To do something good with these hands of mine To […]
Autumnal // Entry #1
[PROLOGUE.] Something creeps behind the stir of Autumn’s leaves. Solar positioning leaves trees without much nourishment and the children that rely on that sol source of life begin to weaken; spirits waning as the hours of radiation exposure diminish. Is there no truer God? A figure meanders between the frail trees and anorexic plant life. […]
The Shoreline | Poem
Another home… Another seat of temporary comfort. Another place where the wounded nomad can rest before moving on. Because the nomad always moves on. This is because only through the pathless region can one meet the face of God. And when the nomad sees their reflection they’ll realize that the things that they sought were […]
The Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Poem
What it means to become a someone In a place where there sits nothing I may never know What it means to be called somethingIn a world where names mean nothingI may never holdThat answer, no Like the endings of a barren pageSitting worn as if they’ve been read a thousand timesI start to fade They’re flowing out […]
Humanizing Ourselves | Self-worth
For Yourself This post is dedicated to those who struggle with self-worth. It is also for men who struggle with this and are never told or given the support to handle these issues. I really believe that mindset is counter to a cohesive society. A society made up of persons who lack the self-awareness to […]
Method to Fight Social Anxiety | Journal Entry
I debated posting this mostly from an anxious place. I feared that I’d be “good deed signaling” if that’s even a thing. I decided to post anyway because that is a dumb concern and when one person does a good action it usually motivates others to do something similar. Also, people who attempt to shame […]
