Welcome back, reader friends.
How’s it been? I see you’ve gotten a bit older. A smidge taller. We could re cap the last year or just pick up in an entirely new arena.Would you like that?
Who blogs anymore anyway? Times are a changing, I see.
Well shit, what are you into these days?
I’m all over the place myself. Lets say we meet up again soon and really catch up. Stay Safe in these covid streets.Tah Tah for now.
-Jewel
As you grow and you’re pruned, the world crashes down around you defaulting to ash.
The dust of the ones you loved and thought loved you too, all scattered into miniscule fragments.
The after glow of day knowing you are destined to live the life of a phoenix. Whats always yours has always been, and will forever be.
Leave me to my thoughts, the ones you are mad when I express…the ones you cant control. The life you think you possess and the one I behold.
Those who watch the storms come…dare I beg you, pray them away?
And whats wrong with chasing waterfalls? The rivers and lakes I know are drying up like fadded memories and things I love to forget. Hate to remember you and the summers we fell in aubile laughter created in love.
I’m pretty sure Ive exhausted myself.
I bring you greetings from the hyperbolic death bed of a conspiracy theorist; here is my eulogy.
I saw a tweet from Yoko Ono, wishing Paul McCartney a Happy Birthday. As tradition would have it, I quoted the tweet and added a “Paul is Dead” for good measure. As I scrolled the comments to see who had done the same, I was disappointed. No one had mentioned Paul’s very non existent death, a theory as old as the Beatles themselves. What a fucking world”, I thought to myself…”or am I just old?”
The state of the current free world (pun intended) is in upheaval. Anarchy of sorts is upon us and many are excited or scared to death of: the pandemic, the importance of Black lives, killer hornets, the return of sports, a president and his twitter account as my list could continue on and on. What I am NOT seeing is a bunch of the conspiracy theorist in record numbers. Where are the people who believe this is all a government cover up to bring on the new world order? Where are the breakdowns about the book of Revelation and mark of the beast? Where are the urban legends about the loc ness monster in the chlamydia infested artic ocean? In my Lestat voice “come out come out, wherever you are.” Lets make modern philosophy and cynicism great again.
Greetings, ye quarantined! If you are reading this blog post, you are lucky enough to fall into the category of the living. That sentiment alone should be enough to make you want to thank the most high God for another chance at life. With COVID-19 running through the hyperbolic streets of planet earth, we’ve been forced to take a moment and get the hell away from each other. Literally. Some of you have been sent to work from home, others carrying on their day to day work life in the trenches. Others have been laid off completely. Some are currently sick and quarantined, others are praying they arent sick and trying to keep others safe. Regardless of where you fall, I want to extend to you a hand of hope.
In my short lifetime, I have not experienced a pandemic that effected me directly. I have seen mass tragedy in media alone, and sent prayers for others in time of sickness and war. Nevertheless, this coronavirus has forced each of us to examine the life we are currently living. This is not just a virus that affects the poor or the “third world country”…this is for us all to endure. Our belief systems may differ all over the globe, but I encourage you to look deep within and find that glimmer of hope. This is a time where we can each do our part to keep each other as safe as possible and try to beat this thing. Wash your hands. Stay home if you can. Call an empath and lend an ear, because they are carrying the world in their hearts. Get social on social media. Join a mediation line.
I know we were expecting the zombies to come, but take heart. They will not let us down. But on a serious note, I’m praying for our world. Let’s take care of each other. We shall overcome. We always do. Love, light and blessings.
What would it take to get inside of you?Just thinking about what makes that brilliant mind of yours tick, makes my stomach ache. Butterflies? Does the thought of flutters make your heart shutter?
I’m not ready to know you just yet. But if I was…I can’t help but wonder how many disappointments you’ve faced; how many loves arrived next to you, and never took place. Did some guy get to hold your hand or touch your heart with memories too soon erased?
You see me, but I cant find you. I’m looking at you, and you don’t recognize me.
Embrace yourself.
I’ll write a love song for the good times we haven’t had yet…the kisses that may never happen. And the thoughts I’ll never tell you.
When walking after the flesh, you will constantly find all to be vanity…most done in chaos and indecency. All for naught. Nothing. At all.
I briefly found myself searching for happiness in food and drink. What soda, what beer will quench my thirst? What food can fill me to the brim of satisfaction? Which pretty girl will kiss my fears and hide my shame? How much money do I need to ease my families burdens and send me to unknown land for my magic feet? Where are the Joneses and what are we in competition for this week?
What happened in the news to make us weak? What holiday approaches so we can momentarily ignore the sorrowful time warp we call life? Who would you be if drugs had devoured you?
How dark is the Black Hole anyway?
Laying here in the comfort of my bed, Im confronted with thoughts of the new year and what it will bring us. A new decade is under way, and the optimist inside of me can’t help but celebrate the strides made previously and joys of the unknown. Oh, the new people I will meet and the habits I will break! Will I take better care of my health and my wallet? Will the snow torment me in the upcoming weeks, and will I beg for the warmth of the sun? Will I ever love again? Lets not get ahead of ourselves, heaven is solitude/hell is other people. In any event, I believe we have plenty of time to create an awesome 2020 for ourselves, given the aliens don’t come for reckoning this February. Bring on the Chlorophyll! Happy New Year!
I relate to this on a spiritual level 🙃
I’ve always had this impression that once you obtained a college degree, a good job; you would have no worries. With the right job you could afford the house, and the car, give to your church, and feed children in third world countries; because why should I think about the children with no food three blocks down. Anyway, I was fed the untruth. I had been bamboozled and hoodwinked. This is not how things worked after getting a degree or a job.
Going to college made sense to me. I would be the first on my mother’s side of the family to go. I was not the smartest, but not because I was slow intellectually (peep the vocabulary). No, I was a lazy, smart person, aka I didn’t like to apply myself some days. I preferred to talk, daydream, or sleep. I made it through high school, and everyone I…
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