Inlitterati Lumen Fidei

Every time someone takes a picture of another human being a ghost is born. Every time a recording is made a ghost of that voice and surrounding sound is created. And every time a life is created that ghostly energy will never leave this universe. Those who choose not to believe in the faith of any god are doing so with the faith that this energy carries on until the reflection of our universe is somehow demolished by something powerful beyond belief. When does the motion of our lives begin? Is it before we are created or after? This eternal loop is such a complex puzzle. Are we simply placed back into a file cabinet until that exuded energy is ready to come forth once more? The duality of man will never end without intervention either coming from a greater understanding of astrophysics or billions of years of evolution. 

"I'm an ocean, abyss in motion."

Difference is Time

"On my headstone it will be written, 'Life is hard even if you cheat'."

Let us drink a toast to the times in life when everything seems to be going just right. When the world kindly decides not to throw any curve balls in your direction. There is truly nothing wrong in your life. So then ask yourself the question, "What is the difference between now and then?" You are the same person living in the same convoluted world as before. Yet somehow things have kindly fallen into place as if some high power has granted your soul a brief yet full fulling gauge on what happiness feels like. Looking at this a little closer it becomes clear that rationally the good times will end and we are left to feel the emptiness of knowing that at one time we were on top of the world. So does that mean the true desire is mediocrity? Or can we realize that life is just a dream followed by a nightmare followed by a dream. Just make sure there is blood left in your heart to make sure your still alive.

Miss June '75

Can't take the fact that my mind is bound to be completely lost to a woman. The woman, or maybe just women in general. Chances are almost certain that the opposite sex will creep their way into my thought dreams. How can you really hide that feeling buried deep within our genetics to lose ourselves to that special someone. It's as certain as the moon. But the moon has many colors. I see red, orange, green, purple, blue all surrounding it like a luminous aura shedding a glorious ferocity that is not to be defeated. There is truly no way to escape the encapsulating feeling brought on by the wave of sexuality that engulfs the mind every day. Subtract loneliness and you still have that potent lure of a warmth cured by only one thing. The quenching thirst can never be relinquished because on the other side there is always a constant sound. 

"Don't stop. I'm almost there." 

Father to a Sister of Thought

Normality is such a rotten little device. We are all so uncomfortably and it hurts. So please everyone stop trying to pretend that you are comfortable, because we are all looking for unsure faces that have no clue as to where they will be in the end. Nobody knows the future, they can only grasp on like a roller coaster for dear life and hope they end up in the free world. I'm just a man and I bind with my hooks while I read my fictional books. But I do know that I'm leaning into the end. There is no other way to lean. We all wish and hope that the tires will tread lightly on the fault line. But in the end we will pray that we'll never go. The truth is that we are all going to slide guitar into the gully, and when that sled comes we may as well be poetic in our departure. 

"Angel of Corpus Christi you're so mystic."

Stay Gold

"The stars are always shining, while the world is sadly pining, for something so meaningless and small, hoping not to fall."

Finding and keeping a job isn't the difficult part. The key is to stop yourself from getting lost in the rut of a singular existence. The appearance of love is always special, but as the world turns so do the circumstances. Regardless of whether your significant other firmly plants their roots into your life, there will always be cracks. They may be tiny to begin with, but slowly they will open and the bane of what you have created will slip and melt into the sun. Look into the wide open ocean and realize that every day is special despite the constant rising and setting of the sun.

Tom Courtenay

Childhood is over once we realize that our dreams will never come true. The dreams still persist, but rarely will they come ever to pass. Thus life becomes about finding an inner peace in knowing that our childhood fantasies are going to fade with time. Eventually even the memories are either blurred or forgotten completely. So why waste any time thinking about the past or the future when all we truly have is this moment in time. Sure the needle will keep spinning on the record player and every song will eventually fade, but that doesn't take away from the moment of happiness we felt during a certain chord. 

"So now I'm looking for a lucky charm, with a needle hanging out of its arm."