Thursday, February 27th, 2014

To My Heart

Be silent for danger lurks about.  The very blood you pump is filled with poison, and you beat on proudly.  Do you not know you are careless?  Do you not know you are doomed?  The cracks in you are visible, and they are widening.  Why will you not slow down?  

Your love, what is it worth?  One throws herself at your mercy, and the other sends nothing but silent death.  Why do you behave as if you are torn?  You do it to yourself, ridiculous fool.  Pull yourself together, and realize the truth of your situation.  You failed yourself, you failed your love, and you failed your friendship.  You let it all get intermingled and confused.  

I refuse to be your victim.  There is a truth, and there is a lie.  Somewhere in between is where you hide.  If I followed your lead, I would be truly lost and alone.  Logic, that went out the window when you took control.  Weak I am to the pumping of passion, hot blood raging through veins.  

Oh, please release me from your chains.  I ask for nothing but that you free me.  I'm tired and worn out.  You even control my dreams, and I see what people must perceive of me. 

Heart, you're a dichotomy. At once a forest fire and a polar ice cap.  How can you be split in two?  How can you believe in truth?  What's love without another?  Why do you fall so hard for those you do not know?  Why do you take for granted those you do?  

Oh, I forsake you.  You are no more, and I am now a heartless being.  How else will I survive?  I don't want to feel.

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To My Love

Do not be weary, for my heart is here to stay. I think of you, every night and every day. Admiration, devotion, and tenderness that is so dear, is what I want to keep near.  I do not care what others think, because all that matters is you.  You walked away and left me here today.

Will you be back?  I don't know.  I write these words in hope that I may gasp a piece of you in my thoughts.  Awaken, arise... I need you to stand up inside.  Wake up, and do not sleep... love, you are not weak.

Strength in purity, strength in passion, strength in lack of fear... the only thing that's been weak is my logic as you disappear.
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A story will be written, when I find the words.  Instead I waste my time reverberating the same subject.  It's awful, and I'll publish it anyway.

A muse could be a person, or it could be a feeling... it could a thought, or a passion... it could be a scene - a muse is an inspiration.  What inspires you?  Make it happen...  

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Writing comes in waves.  Sometimes, strong powerful words strike the page with burst of deep meaning, emotion, or a release of a deep passion that's been bottled up inside. Other times, just simple words that are like a nice mellow day.  The currents change, life changes... everything leads to different scenarios and times.

I believe in improvisation - impromptu writing.  The stream-of-consciousness letting the words fly out from within.  The most truth and honesty tend to be reflected in those words, and the most purity. It tends to come from the heart, from the soul, and directly from the mind.  

Editing is important when you want to sell your words, when you want to adjust it to pull people in.  It's an important aspect to writing - but this is not going to be used as a place to sell anything.  It's a release of emotion - passion -anger - love... confusion will reign, and truth will prevail.  

This is my introduction to what will be found in my blog.  What I call Poetry, or Prose... free verse and stories... essays... random thoughts, ideas... consider me a muse, inspiration... or consider me nothing at all.  We all have a voice, we all have words... many of us share them and they're never heard, never read... and some are read every day and it's painful to read such horrid expression.  

What is news but a gossip column?  What is television but a destructive force?  Manipulation runs rampant, and people aren't careful of what they feed their mind.  We can enjoy life, anyway we choose.  We have freedom, at least, perceived freedom.  We're all put into our own box, wrapped up and forced into... are any of us truly ourselves in all situations?  

I try to be, I believe I am... quiet as can be.  I decided I will speak, whatever comes to mind.  I will write whatever my heart decides must be said.  Don't misunderstand, this is strictly for me and my own selfish purpose to alleviate the creative flow that wants to leap out of me.  

Intelligent, or not... poetic, or not... beauty, or ugliness... it matters not except that I write.  That is what I desire... story, essay, thoughts... poems... about politics, about life, about love, about anything and everything... about sex, violence... obsession.  Whatever.  I'll write, and I'll get it out... maybe one out of every hundred may be somewhat impressive... at least, maybe it'll impress me.  

Whether this is read, or not, that's not the point.  Is there a secret hope that someone would find my words interesting, sure.  Will it kill me that no one ever reads it?  No.  I send this out into cyber space with no clue where this will lead.  It's just to write, and this is my introduction.