“Remember pride and honor come first, blood fallows and victory ends all.”

I decided to share these two pieces I’ve written in the last couple of days. Writing is a way to release things I cant directly come out and say so its more of a metaphorical way to put my life out there but not totally out there in a since. Its really the only thing that makes me feel human and I enjoy knowing that others may find some things relatable through all the strange obscurities mentioned within anything that I write. Lately I’ve been working on two screenplays that hopefully I can just pour everything into them and someday down the line I can turn them into short films, they are totally opposite each other but perfectly gel for some reason. The song by sarah blasko I’ve posted along with this really inspired the first one im working on and the other well it’s a mystery that I rather not disclose at the present moment A lot of mixed feelings have been rising lately don’t really know why they are entering my train of thought but its helping with the writers block so maybe they are welcomed emotional strains. I think at times in all our lives we seek out things in hope that it will fill a void or inspire us maybe even make us question with out truly needing an answer. We don’t always need an answer but nine times out of ten we do need closure even if it’s the rough kind. Unless you’re the type that enjoys the company of lingering past feelings cant blame you for making friends with ghostly emotions or hollow thoughts.


Le vasque de mémoire

I may have a way with words that could possibly disturb all the veins in your body. Lately my eyes have been ghostly hollow & I feel as if they are poised with sleep. Sometimes I imagine my self vanishable and when I leave the land where I once stood will freeze solid. If I was to turn a cheek to misery who will take its place as company? We don’t honestly know the first thing about suffering unless we walk hand in hand with the rapture of the reaper. Must be a sight to be hold only having one true purpose, taking the last breath of life away from us mortal humans. I envision sirens singing a symphony for the lady by the well she wears a blackened Vail and drops coins to the bottom never wishing for one single thing.










you came running into the house, snow falling from your brows
gasping for breath you pull out a piece of paper scribbled and torn is a
message you said “hey hey sit here and listen I got a story to tell you”

this will be the last letter ever written
about a boy who was smitten with a girl whos heart was slitting
on a cold December morning she sat at the table wondering about
a life that passes her by while the boy was off traveling the world finding
things out that she could only hide:

“theres a land filled with beautiful strangers and old taverns filled with smoke
theres a lovely girl in the corner who sits all alone and even though she glances
my way one too many times theres a girl on the other side of heaven wishing to me mine
but im off traveling the world trying to find something heaven doesnt offer
secrets life being what it is
just know this lonely girl you wont be forgotten I wont forget to write and even
though the postcards makes you smile you lay beside another at night
I wont hold that thought against you for I cant hold your hand
look into to your eyes
promising you all that you have planned
I cant give you what you want lonely girl for im a wondering boy in search for my soul
I just hope one day when I come running through the doors on a cold December morning
you listen to this story with cheerful tears in your eyes and we can sit down like friends do
and talk about something besides goodbyes”

The sin on his soul are seven, the sin upon her is one.

The 7 Deadly Sins are:
Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Knowledge without character
Business without morality
Science without humanity
Worship without sacrifice
Politics without principle
~ Gandhi (1869 - 1948)
Lately I have been reading in between the lines. And can’t help but be over analytical. Oh how I want to surround myself with people who inspire me and fill me with light and a feeling that humanity hasn’t gone to a wasteland of barbaric upbringings. All these class “A” illusions that suffocate a person and taint their soul a blistering black shade of tar. Drive and ambition take flight within me and I am determined to make this life serve some kind of purpose!


Taboo is at large my favorite subject. Circus Exhibition and the Long Neck People are by far my obsession and I mean that in the way as I can’t seem to learn enough about both and the rich and spiritual history that are behind their way of life.

I pay homage to those who broke the mold and brought about a lifestyle that rattles the social barriers. Beauty is defined by one’s own right. I truly believe they serve a defining purpose because people’s perceptions can be institutionalized and we need to step outside of ourselves. We need to learn about all walks of life and recognize each individual as a piece of a puzzle that completes our human race.

WATCH THIS AND LEARN, TRULY LEARN!!!

“I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. And this is like my little window to the world... and every minute's a different show. I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I'll tell you what I've accepted: just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even key, this is what I'm saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. It saves on introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require explanation - just occupance. That's where you guys come in. It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8 pack, you may get the 16 pack but it's all in what you do with the crayons - the colors - that you're given. Don't worry about coloring within the lines or coloring outside the lines - I say color outside the lines, you know what I mean? Color all over the page; don't box me in! We're in motion to the ocean. We are not land locked, I'll tell you that

The fence between heaven and hell...

Perched here in my nest of solitude. EVERYTHING escapes me EXCEPT mind and text and the constant boggling scenarios I try and place my self in for if one day the universe welds a situation my way I'm better prepared. Like the feeling of goldfishes swimming around in tiny fish bowls during circus time.And the signs appear everywhere, even the grape drink I'm sipping on says “bring it” down the side. I have so much of nothing to offer and yet I'm content with having a selective few to engage in small talk and random acts of madness.I question my youth and the capsule I was bestowed. I feel ancient inside. I feel as if sometimes I'm destined to be capsized by my own mouth and ghostly imagination. What happens when the world around you loses its glow? And the eternal amber that spark love and lust burn out? I must then make friends with devastation and disaster.

“THE JOY OF LIFE COMES FROM OUR ENCOUNTERS WITH NEW EXPERIENCES AND HENCE THERE IS NO LONGER GREATER JOY THAN TO HAVE AN ENDLESS CHANGING HORIZON, FOR EACH DAY TO HAVE A NEW AND DIFFERENT SUN”- Alexander Supertramp

If the Future was To come Imported

I want to live in a tiny off-beat town where the light posts harbor moths and I can sip tea in a hole in the wall bistro. May be a friend will want to meet up and we can converse in slogans. I will wear a dress that resembles a table cloth and a boy wearing suspenders will ask me if I would join him for a picnic.

My apartment will smell of ocean tides and cranberry sauce. I will own hundreds of pillows that remind me of childhood monsters. I will never own a car and all my beach cruisers will have a name. You can find me at local garage sales or at the train depot, maybe you will sit across from me in one of the isles and we can chit chat telepathically.


Next on my list of purchases:



URBAN LEGENDS

Todays Movie: Began with Cal’s Commentary


One day we will work on a haggard zombie movie together. It will look something like this:

Tea with Ezra Pound

The more I ponder life the more it seems like apple sauce. The kind in which come in those jars you can never pop the lid off! I spend my days discovering music that never hits the ears of the discontent, day dreaming about conjoined twin boys in impressive suits, and ever so often I collect junk that serves an artistic purpose.


This port hole created is the niche of an enthusiast. May be you will uncover things you possibly never knew about and if you do then may it bring you joy to discover that there are other like-minded beings out in an abyss created for scientific purposed.
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