The Blissful Nomad

A Beautiful Mind 

Somewhere in secret you are casting spells. Behind the fashioned glow of everything here and now, you find a way of stealing a piece of where you've been, transmuting a life already lived and lending wonder to the willing ear. I wonder if you've thought about it that way. Maybe you're too consumed by your … Continue reading A Beautiful Mind 

The Fast 

Hearty handfuls of everything here and now have well and truly clouded the system. Arteries are thick with the residues of satisfaction. The breath is now shallow. Tasting the sweetness of now has stolen from a true enjoyment of the atmosphere. The peripheral mind atrophies when it's allowed to dwindle in the somber swirls of … Continue reading The Fast 

His Fathers Son

It was around that age When young soldiers begin To grab hold of the world around them in hopes of moulding their wings, That he was met with silence. That echoes cackled, Crackling against the walls Of his mother's house, Whispering secrets that speak with The knowledge of a world that Lived Before the empty … Continue reading His Fathers Son

Running With Wolves

    The forest is thick  deep in the misty black. Footsteps echo among the forgotten leaves, the mighty pines hang boldly over the lair where the wolf pack roams. Never forget the pack. We cut our teeth on the remains of victory. In defeat we concur our inconsistencies. We run to the sound of … Continue reading Running With Wolves

Into the Night

We were all besides ourselves. A thick night had landed on our backs, all we had were our voices. I'll always be thankful for that, they served as a cadence to hope. There were familiar voices beneath that shadowy canopy, they echoed out giving us comfort while the strange ruckus of the night air tested … Continue reading Into the Night

Wake Up Call.

    I was challenged by my notion of passion. The thought caught me at an important part of my day, the moment when my alarm wakes me up for the first time. It's always the same, I feel a heaviness in my body, my eyes timidly sip in the light, and I'm met by … Continue reading Wake Up Call.

Forged in Fire

Moulded in the toughest moments, your decision will find its voice. There incisions will multiply in effect when applied with experience, that itself is earned through bad decision. The spoils of war can be fickle if the battles were void of venture, sterile with stencils yet tested, with what ifs unanswered. Go bravely into battle. … Continue reading Forged in Fire

Breaking the Levy

I found him, Hiding behind a banner of his newest constructions, scared of his own nature. Why did the child feel he had to be old before his time? Castrated by the perception of perfection, let's lay that myth to rest! He has volleyed so much life, yet let his palms soften and grow sterile … Continue reading Breaking the Levy

Passing Time

  It's all well and good writing all day, I love it. Spending hour after hour picking apart and piecing together these word pictures. If I could, I would live inside these patiently woven word capsules and never catch sight of day. Words tend to take me places, crazy places where mystery meets magic and the … Continue reading Passing Time

Someday

  Dear Someday, I hope this letter reaches you. I meant to tell you all this in person but something came up, as it always does. I'm sorry. I promise, Someday, well meet. I always talk about you. I think your name has stained my lips with a  promise and  its made for colourful conversations. I talk … Continue reading Someday