Ashes from the Phoenix

Good morning, all. Today is many things. I do not consider life to be a collection of disappointments but rather a series of highs interspersed with bouts of great loss and sadness. Life is many things. There is no baseline. No normal experience. You survive and you thrive based on your own will to do so, the support your friends and family and loved ones give you being a supporting pillar of that. It is my deepest regret that I cannot protect each and every one of those people I care about. They deserve the world and should be treated like it. Those who I love, they know. I love you. Have strength.


Veritas

A trilling of the Coronach.

A tolling of the bell.

There is nothing.

No longer.

Pain is all you find.

Innocence in remiss.

Something stolen.

Something lost.

Not so.

Not worthless.

Your worth, incalculable.

You deserve far better

Than this

You are everything.

You’ve never understood.

It’s harder to understand.

You are more than you could ever know.

Stronger.

You are not broken.

You are perfect.

An unequivocal truth.

Do not yourself close off.

You are strength incarnate.

Willful and brave.

Do not slink back into your cave.

You are the sun.

And you are not done.

You are truth. Tranquility.

Powerpoint

Good morning. I have to go to the bathroom. Instead I am writing this post. Look at how I bleed for my art. Today I’ve got a little something that’ll make you feel a familiar feeling in a foreign fashion. Alliteration. Dunno if you guys know, but I’m kind of a writer. I crack myself up. Please enjoy today, all! I’m happy with how this turned out.


Projections

Losing my cool

Unravelling the spool

Burning the thread

All the gold’s been turned to lead

Always another, Always another

To tell you nothing of the ones we have

Hardware, hard wear

Your bicycle tire’s got a tear

“I’d love to help,” I lie

All I want is for this to not be happening

I wish that you I had not spied

I want to go home and laugh and sing

But home is gone and I am alone

I need to leave.

I need to go.

I need to run and hide from you and me and everything else

To be in Plato’s cave where all is safe and far away

Better to live in shadow

Than being sad, no?

My heart shatters like so many mirrors

Reflecting you and all the others

Too many pieces and not enough tape

Word of the Day: Founder

I am the founder of new beginnings. The founder of settlements and bloodlines. The founder of armies and crews and simple groups of friends. The founder of a new world. One in which I am okay. Finally. It is a new day. Never back, always forward, unto the dawn. The light shines on my face as I walk into the sea, ready for a new adventure.


Dream Guy

I am a dream guy

Just look at me

Listen to me

Read me

I am a dream guy

Hold me

Feel me

Handle me with care

I am a dream guy

See me in the stars

Watch me down the stairs

Breathe me like the air

I am a dream guy

Sail me like the high seas

Live me like an adventure

Venture through me, searching for El Dorado

I am a dream guy

And sometimes I forget

War Were Declared

Morning. I really don’t have anything to say today. With the news of the largest breakout of war in Europe for 80 years, I find myself at a loss for words. Here’s a poem that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it’ll bring joy to your little sphere of influence too. Amusez-vouz bien, mes amis.


Alice Cooper, Music Guy

alice cooper’s an anthropologist

he knows all about milwaukee

and the surrounding areas

alice cooper’s the steve carell of musicians

look at his face

just… the way it goes

alice cooper’s eternally sixty

a deal with the devil it would seem

except he accidentally wrote a “+30”

alice cooper’s got the makeup

nothing he could ever do would shakeup

just how fucking cool that guy is

I don’t actually know very much about Alice Cooper 

outside of Wayne’s World 

so if he’s different

that is not on me

Monsters Under My Eyelids

Good morning. Every day is an opportunity. Gotta keep telling myself that. A child, faced with a monster, closes their eyes. What do they do when they’re still there in the dark behind their eyelids? What do you do when you close your eyes but you can still see those things you find most terrifying? Grab your little toy hammer and grasp it tight. Face them down. First and foremost, you are your own protector. Become a hero to yourself and you will find peace.


Die Helden von Einst

that’s where i want to be

not waiting to see

not fleeing, but flying, steadfastly alighting

my course, ever self righting

all’s well that ends well

building a boat

rise above the ocean swell

never to glean, never to gloat

a good man

realizing how i ran

never again

to find in others, that sacred glen

i find my peace

whence from me, you’ve taken a piece

amidst ancient stones, druidic hymn

not for him, just for him

Going east

searching for the beast

in the forest, hearing birdsong

i know the journey ahead will be long

Enduring quest

runic test

training and straining

the beast’s strength never waning

and with my spear and shield i trudge on

ever further, unto the dawn

drawing strength from heroes past

knowing my line will not be the last

von Helden komme ich

und Held werde ich sein