Posts Tagged ‘writing’

I posted this on my facebook account after reading so many peoples post that really shocked me…;

I love the Ultra-America bandwagon hoppers who love freedom, yet won’t provide it to those of a different creed…or those who deplore violence committed by brainless radicals, but who call on us to kill those who are misled…..or who blame our current leader for being weak when he shows an attempt to build bridges. H…ow many of those who bitch actually use their right to vote? Arrogance & ignorance do not mix well.

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Into The Wound

Posted: September 6, 2010 in Christianity, life, religion
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Lord, take these shattered pieces

in your wounded, wonderful hands,

mix them with your blood,

our wine.

I beg forgiveness, if the jagged edges

of my life

increase your pain.

But I know you are The Lord,

our God.

And will suffer and Love us

in ways that are Truly beautiful,

and

mysterious

Poetry Vomit

Posted: August 31, 2010 in poetry, writing
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My best poetry comes from the gut, in an inspiring moment of unspeakable inspiration, it just flows, and the pen in hand, captures it….

When I have to think about the poem-in-progress, idea, hunch, whatever….my ego takes over and creates many creative flow charts, all which lead to no-where…

Poetry, should come from the gut….shouldn’t everything?

So sorry for the delays in posting to you my few but faithful friends.  Hugs to you Arkay.

Still working on the zine idea, but man, I really need a blog to vent and post, and share and such.  So, even though the internet connection I have is shaky for now, I need to focus on this little blog, for my mental health sake to say the least.

Look for lots of writing here, poetry, and zine updates.

Peace and strength.

If I had only read Bukowski as a teenager, maybe I would of been made wise that it didn’t matter what path I chose, life is a struggle.  A young man with dreams, became a family man with dreams, became a number with dreams.  I rebelled and reached for my dream of writing, and nearly lost everything.  Though the wisdom I gained in the process is priceless.  

A  man with dreams, now a number once again, but with the young man in his heart.  There are no gaps, there will always be struggle. 

Live, struggle, but only do it with passion and strength.

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