|I write in three languages. That which belongs to the pen, that which is inspired by the heart and that which the spirit manifested.|
The Skylark Challenge 193
The Light shifted bringing a sense of warmth to Cro’s frigid breath. Under the awning of the september sky, he could hear the sound of the universe pressing upon him. Everything was far too real for his tender flesh and he sank into the back, attempting to catch his breath. Stillness filled him with longing. In the distance, he could see the september sky, bursting forth, like the most glorious painting. Clouds moved in precision and he allowed his eyes to wander to it. There was a screech, sharp and hard, it grated against his ear drums, with a powerful force that nearly knocked the air out of his lungs. He closed...
For most of my life, I've had the luxury of learning who I could trust and who I could not. It became very clear that my greatest power came from severing the chords between those who wished me harm and those whose intention was to truly uphold me.
1. Being alone is not the same as being lonely and sometimes life requires you to step and make choices, even if no one else is with you. Many times we rely on the opinions of others to validate our life choices but at the end of the day those people are not in your skin and although they can give you plenty of suggestions when it comes down to it, you are the one who has to live with every decision that you make. Ask for advice and seek help i...
June 15, 2018
Skylark Challenge 143
I began this year with the endeavor to return to fiction. The last novel I had written was in 2009. When I look down on those pages it is amazing just how much I have developed as a writer. Some of these books will probably stay at my desk until I can edit them. I always wanted to write a novel but every time I sat down, I would doubt myself.
What if the story I want to write, isn't any good?
What if I fail in the process and my first draft doesn't sing the way I want it to.
The T O U C H of pen to paper, had always been the S A N C T U A R Y I desired but I still feared it's power. It's amazing...
The most fragrent sensation in the world
could never compare to the honest way you bear your heart.
You and only you would suffice.
If these words speak truth
then I pray that you will wear them
across your skin
like the firework that you are.
Breathing life into old bones
that have become so stale.
Your life breathes in and out
an inexorable explicit remnant
of all of the lives you have touched
all of the smiles that you have created
all of the hands that you have held.
the most decadent pillar of creation.
Skylark challenge #125
Your words slip into my palms
With the most g r a c e f u l elegance
That I have ever known.
In between the haphazard movement of ink
And a body filled with w I s d o m
I can't remember much
Save that moment
You gave them to me.
But then your life has always been
The nonchalant flicker of a porch light.
Beckons me home.
So regardless of how the earth shifts.
Regardless of how far I am
I can still see you
Resounding across my sky
Admire the way you traverse Gaia
Like all those northern stars out there.
I spend more time forgetting who I am
I spend more time remembering to forget
With the hopes that ...
MLK speech ,"somebody told a lie"
"I come here tonight and plead with you. Be proud of yourself and believe that you’re somebody. I said to a group last night, “Nobody else can do this for us.” No document can do this for us. No Lincolnian proclamation can do this for us; no Kennedysonian or Johnsonian civil rights bill can do this for us.
If the negro is to be free he must move down into the inner resources of his own soul and sign, with a pen an ink of self-asserted manhood, his own Emancipation Proclamation. Don’t let anybody take your manhood. Be proud of our heritage; as somebody said earlier tonight, we don’t have anything to be ashamed of.
Somebody told a lie one day. They couched...
Charles Bukowski, 1920 - 1994
if it doesn't come bursting
out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wai...
Skylark Challenge 118
( Before reading my analysis, I highly suggest reading HP Lovecraft's story "What the moon brings" for reference. This is my literary analysis of his work, as based on the text from this short story)
What the moon brings is a short story written by H.P. Lovecraft. An American writer who is regarded as the godfather of the Horror Genre. Dark, Foreboding, complex and Intense, these are just some of the words that can be used to describe not only Lovecraft's writing style but the author himself.
Inspired by a dream, “What the moon brings” is the story of one man's journey towards death. A great illustration of the inner
S T O R M th...
When you finally learn
To love the road
You will realize how much
Your body has grown accustomed
To the sensation of wheels
Traveling across your spine.
It will not feel beautiful
And you will not feel
You will only know
The moment when your knee
Meets it's final moment of exultation.
After all your built this highway
Piecing every cracked line in the pavement
Across your hands.
Your body will be little more
Than the reverb of a powerful
Semi ton truck.
Exploding down the freeway
With nothing to stop it
From careening itself into a ditch.
You will experience this
And in spite of the gaping gnash
across your forehead
The severed seatbelt
Wrapping itself around you
Like an ungod...
Skylark challenge #113
Someday after your body has surrended it's last h o p e to the soil, your fingers withered under the Majesty of eternity gnawing it's teeth through your gut, i hope you will finally realize that you were a miracle inside or a coven, that could not keep you.
I hope that someday you will look up into the sky and find the courage to realize that you resonate with the same frequency as the God's and that your life has always been a collision of fate, f e a r playing Russian roulette on your doorstep. So even though your body has felt the kiss of a bullets lips, taking it's final dive into under you skin. And even though your ent...
UNITED NATIONS UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS
Simplified Version by Glyn Maclean
This simplified version of the 30 Articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights has been created especially for young people.
1. We Are All Born Free & Equal. We are all born free. We all have our own thoughts and ideas. We should all be treated in the same way.
2. Don’t Discriminate. These rights belong to everybody, whatever our differences.
3. The Right to Life. We all have the right to life, and to live in freedom and safety.
4. No Slavery. Nobody has any right to make us a slave. We cannot make anyone our slave.
5. No Torture. Nobody has any right to hurt us or to torture us.
"Tomorrow will be better than today" she said
And it was.
Skylark challenge 106
* RINGS (multiple uses for this word)
* LOCKS (multiple uses for this word)
I will never understand the breathe of you. How you were temptations playmate. A kiss between two lovers lips who cannot except to say goodbye nor how much the heart can ache and wither before its time, but this is the nature of a human heart. CRADLED by fear, blackness s p i r a l s out of control.
There are L o c K s here, they fill your waking hours with naught but an opportunity to let go and still I see you.
Long before your smile could cover your skin, from sledge hammer you called a fist, long before there was anyone to love. Long before you have yourself u...
"once a cheater, always a cheater"
I'm sure most of us have heard this statement before. It's the first set of stones people throw on someone when they discover that person has been guilty of infidelity but is it really true. After all human beings are incredibly complex beings and what we perceive on the surface rarely begins to scratch the beneath the surface.
Is infidelity incredibly harmful to those who it hurts, absolutely and the individuals who have been victims of this have every reason to be angry. Their feelings of hurt are completely valid after all it is a natural reaction but this is the thing about hurt, it often takes deep roots and if left untreated can fester into somethi...
If you want to time travel, you should consider going to Ethiopia. today is the Ethiopian New Years and the year is officially 2010 😃
Depression and Suicide.
Every day it seems I meet one new person, who is struggling against a tide of dehumanisation and inhumanity.
The real mental health issue is that those who are apathetic, who have become sociopathic and dissociative, have been allowed to rule us or just plain get away with bad behavior.
These bad people, have caused inhumanity to sink it's teeth and claws into human experience and governance.
People are sick and tired of this inhumanity.
Let me say this to you, those of you who are weary and forlorn, should know that there is nothing so much at all wrong with you, that you are merely the canary in the coal mine of the inhumanity you are experiencing.
I say th...
Skylark Challenge 102
"And God said
let us make the I and I
in our image.
Let us separate the l i g h t
in his heart, from the dark.
Let us cause every living thing
To creep upon him.
Let us fill his heart with nusic
And his voice with an everlasting song.
Let us create a paradise where his lips may graze the frivolous tangent of a fruit hanging from off of a tree.
Then let us make the planets to surround his body and divide the ignorance from out of his womb.
Let us build the feminine and infuse her with everything that he is missing.
And it was so.
The I and I formed from the breath of a kiss and the womb, carrying life intimately...
If one must ponder upon the power of language, it would be remiss to ignore George Orwell's literary masterpiece "1984"..
A novel the focuses on the corrupting and potential corrosive nature of language when it is set free and unhindered by constraint.
That the greatest act of rebellion will always be the human mind and if one can control the use of every day semantics or the very essence of speech, it is inevitable that the human spirit can be forced into submission. Control not only the thoughts that push towards the conquest of liberty but remove the very fabric that allows you to express these thoughts of discontent and you can inoculate humanity from the travesty of even desiri...
Skylark challenge 101
* TRANCE (a
Bring me roses
That I may cloister your indifference
Into a fragile net.
That the fragility of such thoughts
May wrap my body in some far fetched dream.
That I may hold life in both hands
Cupping the red bayonet of W a r
In d e f e a t.
I am not here.
I am made of all the miraculous moments
Both great and small.
I am the t r a n c e of a stillborn face
Still seeking anonymity for my identity.
Bring me roses at midnight
Lay them at the foot of my chair
Nestle them beneath my toes
So that they may reflect candle light
Like sea glass on distant shore.
The b u r d e n sits on my shoulders like a pendulum swinging from...
She is beautiful.
She is beautifully unrefined.
She is beautifully refined by life.
She is life personified though she may
Be unrefined. A delicate petal floating.
.she is powerful and perpetually loved
She is every constellations dream.
Her heart a tower made of
Gold, spun from laughter.
She is ethereal.
She is lucid
We are lives inseparable,
a palatable expression of old desires
bursting in new ones.
We are hardened cheeks
and bitter fragments of skin,
blowing in the wind.
we are slivers of sunlight
cut out of the smiles
that our mouths will never be able to hold
and hearts that wrestle
with the need for understanding.
We are the divinity of God
inside old coats of flesh.
A rickety bridge strung across the frontal
of a mind becoming undone.
We are everything
we did not choose to be.
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 100 -
On the chance that you meet tomorrow
Like it is an old friend
Who has journeyed from so far away
I wonder if you will embrace her,
Pull her into the loose lipped cusp of a smile
That has never been real.
I wonder if you’ll take her by the hand.
R a c i n g pulse and baited breathe,
Attempting to hold onto the promise of her
For dear life.
And when she arrives
And she’s wrapped in all the terror you did not see,
All the words you could not hear,
Will you still love her?
When tomorrow meets you in the street
And you find out that she is really just a...
has claimed more lives
than the world will ever know.
It's weapon of choice,
For all the parents out there. 😂😂😂😂
A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a three year old girl in her basket. As they passed the cookie section, the child asked for cookies and her mother told her "no." The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, "Now Ellen, we just have half of the aisles left to go through; don't be upset. It won't be long."
He passed the Mother again in the candy aisle. Of course, the little girl began to shout for candy. When she was told she couldn't have any, she began to cry. The mother said, "There, there, Ellen, don't cry. Only two more aisles to go, and then we'll be checking out."
The man again happened to ...
Skylark challenge #98
Your heart tethers itself to mine
With an overwhelming abundance of r o p e s.
Leaves kisses on the back of hard shelled spine.
Most nights are spent luxuriating in the tantalizing feeling of a smile.
C i t y h i g h
You grip a spliff in between your teeth, allowing smoke to curl and caress your heart like its the last time that you will ever see me.
The years sinking deep into the memory of you and how often you conflictingly vindicate reason.
Confiscate judgement in exchange for a moment of your time.
My words find themselves lost and reticent with all the sentiments I wish to tell you.
No one ever speaks if goo...
My response to my pen pal "pen name" questions.
Dear Pen Name,
1. If you were sent back in time, what would you do if you had a chance to be alone with baby Hitler?
there is a quote that I love which says this.
"If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility."
I would believe that in the case of hitler, this quote could potentially apply. There is no doubt that many of the attrocities commited in his name, were absolute evil. It is difficult to comprehend that one human being could be consumed with so much darkness, that they could then embody that darkness as if it were apart of their DNA...