Once more, it trickles down the surface of my skin (bleeds me out inside) as its seen pouring itself over into the profusely rising tide.
Unsure as to where-ever I’m to begin again therein, I’ve found myself sifting through my remaining sanity atop the surrounding sand ashore.
Just like I’m starting over, setting out on a superfluous sea of sorrow, that somehow, I’ve bared once before.
Simply I sigh—dabbled around in an un-doubtable day, detesting all the rest.
Holding out, only til tomorrow--
Had it gotten the best of you by and by?
No more lies--now's high time for formulating a new planetary paradigm.
Though I’m sure that there’s a hint of truth contained within the feeling by which it'll have hopefully implied. For every natural need neglected, there is an internal lie I’ve devised, believed or another truth I’ve drown out, and denied in place of these petty pleasure seeking impulses on which I’ve so heavily relied.
Another tear, one can’t deny. ?
Tire of this desire
All of creation ministers itself to you, divine, pure minded and pitiful. . . .
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Concerned Citizen
If you are reading this- I'd only find it proper to first begin by thanking you. As lame as blogging may sound to some (to most), I am extremely grateful for any sort of input and/or interest, in whatever insights I might've lent within the fits of gibberish I've chosen to share here on GoodBlogs. Its important for any aspiring artist to seek out second opinions--as well as constructive criticism. ::!:: The identity of a writer (musician or artist) should never be the main focus, and the identity of the creator should never, ever, over shadow the creation that he/she created. Though none of this banter I've written herein lends the slightest bit of credibility to my word. I can say with confidence that even though I have only been a human for a little over a couple decades, it would suffice to say that I've definitely lived a 'real' enough life to understand what it means to be a human. -Although, that's not as to say I have even begun to fully understand my place within the cosmos. I would be accurately described as an "art school attemptee." I was working towards a Bachelor's degree in Fine Arts & Science @ AI (Art Institutes International)- Unfortunately, the debt occurred throughout my stay at AI, made it narrowly possible for me to finish my degree (even though I am readmitted to go back whenever I settle my financial hardships). I have always possessed an overactive imagination, and for that, I've always thoroughly enjoyed creating compulsively. Never by any real ambitious or practical means- nor for any desired result or concrete, material benefit. Instead, I'd readily chose to engage in activities that I love doing, for the simple sake of doing what it is that I love to do. Its merely an added bonus that (seldom) comes along with the process, in the case that one could effectively allow themselves the patience, precision and verbal fortitude (or in other instances the musical inclination and/or aesthetic insight), to give way a thought provoking piece of work--a creation worthy enough to make your brain exclaim, "and it was good." Something to grow proud of (maybe). . . . I am a concerned citizen, and i firmly feel as though we must come together in an effort to harness the power of collective thought, so we may truly become a people for the people, by the people on a whole.
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