I guess it’s time again to write these words. Hopeful, needed words. Sparklers thrown into the darkness of the world, so someone sees them and feels a little better.
I guess it’s time again to adjust those scales with a single grain of sand more amongst all other artists doing the same. Continue reading
Here’s my job,
Get the idea,
I make fear happen,
Darkness and demons,
I scare people—
Because it makes them,
And they will deny it,
Happy to be afraid. Continue reading
The difference between adults and children—besides so many other things—is perhaps the level of complexity their lives have. The older you get, the more it seems that you are being pulled into a thousand places. There’s a real worry about the death of spontaneity because the only real way to manage the increasing and often rather disparate tasks of adulthood seems to be a heavily regimented schedule or memorizing everything by simple repetition. Continue reading
Back again,
It’s here already.
People-eater,
Darkness unrushed,
Scary,
Licking at the blood of men, Continue reading
You don’t realize,
How much you need it,
Until the internet goes out—
And won’t come back,
No matter what you try.
Everything turns off—
Everything stops. Continue reading
Teeth-like cogs,
Churn along with might motion,
Into the void,
This endless commotion,
Shall continue,
If commerce shall,
Get its devotion. Continue reading
Whether I’ve mentioned how much I enjoy the concept of chaos is something left to my faulty memory and the ever-increasing archive of articles on this site, but here we go. I wanted to clarify this: I wanted to talk about chaos.
Because I’m not an anarchist, or a nihilist, or even someone who is unspiritual and believes only in materialism—I just like chaos. I love it. Or, rather, I love a flavor of it and feel like I can sense something when it’s really going at full froth. Continue reading
Don’t look down,
At the black hole,
The mouth of something,
Older than time,
Older than poems,
That need to at least sometimes rhyme. Continue reading
Did emotions spark it?
Or something genetic?
Heat leaks from fingers,
And steams the air,
Eyes boil but do not break,
And it’s always the start—
Of something more. Continue reading
So, hey, I imagine a lot of people reading this are creative types. Makers of things and dreamers of dreams. And you all are awesome, but, if you’re anything like me, then you might be neglecting some stuff.
Let me say upfront, I’m an entrepreneur. A freelance worker. A person who runs from mostly one room a shit-ton of different projects and businesses. So, I say this with the utmost understanding: please remember to eat, yeah? Continue reading
Among these darkness fields weary,
Looking skyward,
Feeling life bleary,
Trudging alone hopeless liars, Continue reading
From fingers crossed,
And flowing digits,
Come words of pain,
And words of prestigious,
Thoughts and concepts, Continue reading
I am a writer, so, obviously, that’s the art form that I like the most, and the one I focus the most on, and know the most about, but, inspired by a random thought and subsequent conversation, let’s talk about something obvious.
Let’s talk about how ridiculous—in a good way—music is. Every culture, on the planet, as far as I know, figured out music. Everyone in the modern world recognizes it. Doesn’t matter what language it’s being sung in, or the volume, or the tone, music is universal. Continue reading
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