Seasons | Poem

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 […]

Autumnal // Entry #1

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 Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Poem

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 […]

Thus Spoke the Shape-Shifter | Poem

I. [Meaning]Thus spoke the man whose wilted words have shaped an age of truthThus spoke the man whose oldest thoughts have shifted my point of viewThus spoke the man who’s found a way to shatter what I think of you  Thus spoke the man whose deft, old hands have whittled me down to boneThus spoke the […]

Where the Heck Does Meaning Come From? | Pt. 1

** This will be a multi part post. The goal is to ultimately end up looking at a few philosophers’ ideas of meaning to see how they are actually applied to life. This first part will more or less be my own musings on this topic. ** What Do I Mean? Suffering has largely determined […]

Toil [In Segments] | Poem

Segment 1:What I find, in my heart, to be the rawest of experiences is that of toiling. The post-toil respite is a gift that tempers the heart of humanity and allows us to see what is real and let all that is petty to fall by the wayside. Though the vast infinite of all that is […]

On the Turning Away | Poem

I.There’s something in the mellow that clouds my better judgement There’s something in the mellow that slows my inner workings  The cogs just aren’t oiled enough I think I’m working well enough But time comes down to performance And I can’t perform II.OhThinking about all the artists I wish I could be like…I think of […]

The Silent Cartographer | Poem

Don’t you know that you were there, holding the camera that took the picture, that captured the moment, that halted time?Don’t you know that is was you who captured the artist?It was you who stopped the earth’s movement.It was you who stilled the pond.You slowed the sway the of the sweeping leaves on the silent […]