our strength lies facing
this personal piece of Hell
after breakfast, they would
take her quietly, get straight
to work doing wrong.
but you wouldn’t know this
life is knowing the lay of the land
how it stands to make
anyone other than me
@soulcruzer
Shameless freedom is a mystery
Wasteland studded
blasting free adverts
What is this really, except
easy fantasies)?
Normal people trickle down the cracks
neoliberal teenagers
Rock The Brady Bunch and
Unemployed achievers
Source document: The Wire magazine
So tonight starts the first in a series of year end parties. I didn’t want to leave this until after the party, lord knows what would come out then.
And just like that the house was quiet again.
The source text for this black out poem was an old issue of Philosophy Now magazine.
This is the last of my sloth days. It’s been fun hanging out with the family and a few friends – eating, drinking, and being merry.
For about a week now, I’ve been in chill mode, winding down the year and generally lazing around. But enough is enough. The family all head out tomorrow back to various points on the compass. Once they go, I can finally draw a line in the sand for over-eating and sucking down cakes and pies and mounds of chocolate.
My belly is so big and round now, I’ve had to loosen my belt a couple of notches!
Anyway, it’s all good. What’s the point of anything if you can’t let yourself go every once in while. The trick is not to do it for too long.
Oh, yes. I finally have my three words for 2017. They are:
Something I’m not the best at is patience. I generally want everything and I want it now, especially when it comes to new projects. I’m a great starter, but an awful finisher. If I don’t see immediate results, I’m outta there. I know this is not good, so for 2017, I’m going to make a concerted effort to be much more of a finisher.
A lot of my projects for 2017 have creativity at their core. I’ve been holding myself back, for what reason I’m not entirely sure, maybe it’s like Madchild’s lament in Dark Clouds:
Can I rediscover my mind are we wasting each others time
I don’t cry I don’t look up at the sky and ask why
But sometimes I feel like I’m patiently waiting to die
Go thru the motions try to put the pen to paper with love
But I’m still holding back afraid of what I’m capable of…
So yeah, time to stop holding myself back!
And lastly movement. I need to move more in 2017, get a little bit of the old days back when I hardly spent anytime indoors. I’ve been so focused on building my little online empire that I’ve neglected being in motion. I’m getting too old to not be moving around. If I’m not careful I’ll seize up like the Tin Man.
That said, the featured imagine to this post is a part of my new found poetry project. If you want to know more about what found poetry is you can check out this link and this link.
The source text for this poem is Lillian Too’s Little Book of Creating Abundance.