1/1/2012
The stories of noble birth
and lineage sadden me so, we have laws stating we are all to be treated equally,
but we aren’t truly. Tears fill my soul
and leak out of my face when I realize I’ll never amount to much of anything in
this land so full of opportunity. They
honor uniqueness at every turn and claim that a peasant can become a king; I
say it’s a lie! For years I’ve put pen
to paper and for what, perhaps I should have just let it all burn, every page
along with every thought. The fates are
to blame, those three, they made this life for me and it cannot be
changed. And it’s my suffering that
pleases them and the gods as well.
Humanity is what interests me; it has seemingly been forgotten in so
many places. What can anyone learn from
me if I am to remain unrecognized? That
will be my challenge I suppose, to make the smallest of differences without
recognition, because my heart will allow me to grow into a true noble being and
golden kings won’t compare to my heart’s social standings. With the fashioning of letters together to
make more than sounds, thoughts if you will, I have found the courage to open
my heart and spill my head. Perhaps you
will hold out a cup, fill it, and drink in some of what I have to say?
1/5/2012
I find of late that I
am rushing through things I do not wish to do.
If you happen to see scorch marks on your cake, you may also discover
where exactly my loyalty lies. I’d also
wager my life, being what it is worth as a lowly baker in this kingdom that
many of royal birth have eaten that which the likes of my kind have spat upon! Today I am holding a cake in contempt and I
have not decided if this contempt cake will be frosted.
1/9/2012
The written word, it is
absolutely limitless; I have found a bit of inspiration today and from
something as non equivocal as my hair. I
cannot seem to imagine the world without writers, what would become of all the
actors who are addicted to such things as only words can bring. They would all stand around looking
stupendous of course as they always do, but with a hint of stupidity about
since they wouldn’t have a damned thing to do!
But funny that acting is considered something of astonishment to those
who watch. Perhaps we should all act out
a bit, and have our performances judged as well.
1/11
2012
Impatience has never
been called a virtue. Today I am plagued
with impatience. It is difficult as well
as frustrating to attempt to dress in tomorrow’s clothing when it seems I
haven’t even shed what I have been wearing since yesterday. Biding my time within the pages of another’s
successes, perhaps it will calm me, perhaps it will motivate me, it has not, and
it seems to be infuriating me. A most
unpleasant discourse is occurring, what to do, what to do? Dare I say nothing and let this pass as
things tend to do. Children and dragons
seem to grow as they are supposed to, without hindering or encouragement from
others.
1/12/2012
It has yet to pass and
the children and dragons must be fed. I
am preparing their feast while garbed in somberness.
The walls here may not
be dressed in yellow, but somehow drowning in them is manageable. They seem to trap me, my only escape is
through paper, but even those moments are briefly lived. If only I were bound inside a story along
with the pages. I could be a character
and live and die when it is required of me.
I would love passionately and fight heroically. If only.
1/13/2012
I am lost somewhere
between the want and the need; if not for the children and dragons nothing
would steady me. But steadied I am as
well as determined, a respite is required of me, it is time to put a rest to
all my thinking, perhaps a dream will revive that which I intend to say to you.
1/16/2012
Luck, I’ve recently tried
mine, it would seem that success is more suited to mate with persevering hard
work rather than luck. And what would a
match of these two bring as opposed to the foolishness of luck? The success that comes by way of perseverance
leaves a better taste on the tongue.
I’m wide awake while
the children and dragons sleep, but they will wake again and I must tend to
their needs. My needs must remain small if
my desires are to have any place at all.
1/17/2012
Dust may be our fate,
but we can be as sweet as powdered sugar while we live. We can sprinkle ourselves and bring joy to
many, or a select few. Occasionally to
revel in a moment is far better than having an unforgotten name or life. But oftentimes, I urge time to pass with a
yearning to see those children and dragons grown to full size.
1/18/2012
Today I am who I want
to be and I am playing the part well. There
is still persevering hard work to be done, but I’m finding joy in it.
1/20/2012
I am being
inconveniently plagued, once again, by the selfish desires of others. I am tending to my own flock; please do not
burden me again with an insisting vat of nonsense.
1/23/2012
Individual success may be
produced by a vat of influences. I am
severely influenced and when I look back I can almost grasp my forgotten
successes. Can it be that easy? I have
never proclaimed myself naive, but oh please tell me it can be so.
It would seem I have found a knight to do my
bidding. A substantial courage has risen
in me. If this knight’s pretenses are
false I shall know that this knight is not fit to seat himself at my round
table.
1/24/2012
There are days that go
by without a written word, those days are for listening, taking it all in,
whatever it all is. A weapon can be
contrived from a watchful eye, a similar weapon to that of a pen.
1/27/2012
The knight was just a
man hiding under his armor; he has been released from duty, for I am armed with
greater weapons than falsehood.
1/29/2012
The false knight, the children
and the dragons have caused a delay. But
the dragons can almost breathe fire and the children are growing as well. The false knight will be cooked in his armor,
because the dragons are loyal to me.
My hopes are that the
children will find success with less difficulty. I will have the dragons ignite a path; I’ll
travel along the path and I’ll remember that it is important to turn and look
in the direction from which I came.
1/30/2012
What use is a dictionary
without a sunset? I have words, many
words, yet images fail to accommodate me.
Vulnerable to existence in such a visual place, here I can only present my
black and white double-spaced face.
1/31/2012
The dragons have spread
their wings and taken flight. The
children have simulated flight with imagination and leverage. I am waiting and I am wanting, but I am not
longing, I am living.
2/1/2012
Why do we scorn the
pigeons when we feed the ducks? Those
pigeons are naturally inclined to swoop down and eat when food is visible and
within their reach. Nature is full of these occurrences and we
choose to fatten some ducks and starve some pigeons, for various reasons.
2/4/2012
Miscellaneous me, past
the point of sleep, how I wish I could offer more, but I cannot.
2/7/2012
Slumbering due to a
commonality that plagues us all, I am restless and my thoughts have left
imprinted words on my pillow.
A humble servant of
humanity often indulges in humility. In
a year’s time this accomplishment will be small, but I’ll claim it as
mine. Narcissism shows its face on
occasion; will you validate it if you have found favor in any of the proverbial
like, prose citations?
2/9/2012
Confusion presents
itself when I cannot tell if I have a burning desire for accomplishment or if
the heat of dragonfire is igniting my thoughts.
2/10/2012
Eyes that have been
forced open by a mind that is driven by success. Dreams are no longer permitted. The world is vast and the eyes and mind of
this being are lost in it, unless the world decides to look back through these
eyes and seek this mind.
2/12/2012
When the performances
are all forgotten, words written are all that will remain. When everything is lost, the only way to regain
any of it is through written documentation.
What are we without our written language, beasts, beasts that fail in magnificence.
Children sleep and so
shall I, I won’t dream, because doings are what lead us to our destiny not the
blur of night and sleep.
2/14/2012
The moments I claim have
been won in battle. When the moments
become endless, what will I fight for then?
2/15/2012
Lack of sorcery to
elevate me, unless of course I type some in, perhaps I will, I am becoming
tired of this futile life.
If I harness the power
of the sun and let the moon turn me into a wildling at night, I could be gruesome
and magnificent; I could be the bringer of fear and delight.
If I am truly where I belong why does my heart
weep the queerest of songs?
A terrible queen to
enslave us all and an ogre mother who eats her young. The fairy tales will end and the grim stories
will rise.
Green of flesh with a
baby filled belly, Mother Ogre will sleep well tonight!
2/17/2012
Severing the waiting
time swings a sickle in a crop that has yet matured. Does corn yearn to grow as much as I do?
2/19/2012
The want for naught and
everything is most unsettling. Breath
eludes me now in a world so full of cruelty.
Lack of compliancy, yet murder has never come into play. Hacking frivolity would presume to make me
one of them. The past lays dead. Tomorrow is today, yet what have I
accomplished.
If time is what is
required of me, I will do my best to fill it with pleasantries.
2/21/2012
I am Mechanical Me, stumbling,
with all of my responsibilities.
2/23/2012
Wraith kings disrupt humanity;
even in death their unquenchable desire for power lacks appeasement.
2/24/2012
Due to the gloom of
today, the warm sun of yesterday has been forgotten.
Surviving in a place
that lacks consistency, my disposition has been compromised. I fear I have been eating so many lies. Craving the truth has stirred my appetite,
and now I hunger.
And now I weep.
Reading will cure this
ailed writer. Perhaps, you will read what
I have written; humbled and pathetic I offer this plea.
2/27/2012
Innocence often dies,
particularly when youth is compromised by obscenity and lies.
It is a fault in
humanity to parent abomination, yet the seed is never halted.
Pushing aside the woes
of this day, death surrounds life and death is constant, but life claims
victory over death.
2/28/2012
Reoccurring dreams of
dragons, full grown, fire breathing and taking flight. Reality, a dragon egg unhatched and a slight
wind from the northeast.
Daring to dream again
ignites the wonderment of reality.
I’m appealing for
recognition from a barrier that is indifferent.
Random thoughts and
random insanity, these are only random pieces of me.
3/2/2012
If the dead have the
ability to wield weapons, I will carry a sword and put my maker to it. Queries that have been unanswered in life
will not be welcomed at death. Life’s
justice will be served when the maker of agony has been slain.
Similar to a babe at a
breast, the unabridged dictionary is bound to my chest.
3/12/2012
A journey halted allows
travelers time to breath in sunshine and warmth as well as possibilities. A
journey resumed attempts to conquer fear and gloom. Fear and gloom are feigning paradise this
day.
If reality can be
created by what can be imagined, then I am delighted by the things I imagine
and I dread the things others are able to imagine.
3/13/2012
A faded beauty,
bedraggled, she now flaunts her intellect while in the midst of suitors.
3/16/2012
Oft times the obvious
lays victim and forgotten, regret will find a dwelling if that which was left
for dead and fell into oblivion is not sought and found.
3/17/2012
The castles are naught
but ruins, yet lice still dwell in our hair, and the notion of being civilized
is more than humorous in a world that isn’t quite fair.
3/18/2012
Being sheltered by the
norm disregards the violence of the storm.
3/20/2012
The
merriment of words can only be offered a deaf ear whilst the battlefield calls
with a sound of urgency.
3/22/2012
When our mouths are
pried open by anger, the slightest attempt to shut them is nothing less than a
triumphant act of composure.
3/23/2012
The smallfolk are not
to be equated with the folk that are small of mind, from the smallfolk kingly
minds may rise.
A chalice of knowledge
if you would please, I have an unquenchable thirst.
Dragons soaring high
above the clouds, if you cannot see them it certainly must not be, do you
agree?
I cannot abide by such
a monstrous lie, for that which cannot be seen is simply not ready to be
revealed.
3/24/2012
Retching things that
have no use relieves us, providing us with clarity and an immediate hunger for
something more appealing.
