How is everyone? Anyone still read this site? Ok, good. Here’s what I’ve thinking about lately.
I recently realized that I’ve had this blog for several years now. The rules of Time are something I respect but don’t follow at all.
It doesn’t even feel that long ago. I remember the night I signed up on WordPress. I didn’t have a plan & I can’t rightly say that I do now.
With that said, I’ve grown a lot since I started this blog; emotionally, spiritually, and more. My life is in a different direction & it only makes sense that the things I share on this blog reflect that. I never want to force content & I’ve realized I’ve been having difficulty with creating.
So. I have a lot of ideas swimming around in my head & too much planning is causing them to drown and make me feel over-hydrated. I don’t where shore is exactly but I’m picking a direction and going that way, full speed ahead.
Here is the space for any feedback you’d like to share/or any questions you’d like to ask about my work & this blog. Whether positive or negative. Whether you’ve been following me for a while or you’re just tuning in.
I want to hear from you. I only ask you be constructive & courteous.
Artwork by the legendary Ralph Steadman
a dog that chases its tail will be dizzy
not accomplishing anything
though it feels busy
can’t find its bones buried beneath the backyard tree
next to its goals
wow. that’s shitty.
if Melvil Dewey saw this, he’d be in a tizzy
but he’s dead.
and my shovel has dulled away from overuse
there’s a copious amount of my possessions
strewn about like a poltergeist had gone mad with vigor
i feel like i do when someone calls me a nigger
my emotions as tangible as a phantasm
my thoughts as straight forward as broken sarcasm
my cognition & body are skinny
& i feel as superfolous as Our Lord’s daily bread
some actions are better left undone
words left unsaid
scabs left unscratched
crimson tears better left unbled
oh, if only i had somewhere to rest my head.
it’s been roughly 3 years since I’ve started this blog. it’s rather hard to believe. what started of as just a place to post whatever i wanted has grown into….me posting whatever i want.
okay, so that aspect hasn’t changed. but through the years, and over 200 posts later, i’ve written many different kinds of stories with a wide variety of different styles & genres that tackle many different topics.
as the Year Of Our Lord twothousandeighteen (a year that barely even sounds real), I’ve been taking a look back at past posts, some I’ve amazingly forgotten about until I saw them. So that’s it.
If you are a new follower/visitor to this site, here a couple of my favorites to give you an idea of what’s been going on here the past few years & what you may expect to see in the future.
And if you aren’t new, please join me in this trip down memory lane.
Again, this is only a small collection. If I were to post all of my “favs”, this list would go one forever. But these are all good starting points, older posts. The recommendations can lead to more posts and I encourage you to check out some the newer posts too!
While we’re at it, this would be a good time to mention my Soundcloud. (also a link on my WP page under “Purple BeBop”. There are quite a few original tracks on there already but I’m in the works of creating more in-depth works of art, including EPs and eventually a full album. So stay tuned!
Thanks for reading and I hope you will continue to follow me during my artistic journey!
Feedback (especially comments) are always appreciated.
Peace & B Wild,
~a glimpse of you~
~even a peripheral millisecond or two~
too much. too many.
to see your face
all the ways i’d want to recognize you
have probably mutated into a dysmorphic snafu
just a crazed & confused squirrel gathering nuts for a job,
a total one-sided arms-race towards total self destruction…
well, as they say
“nutty is as nutty does”
(or something like that)
a soul long gone, sucked dry by a black hole
in the far depths of deep space 9
i don’t have to look to see
that a stranger moved in, insidiously
hindsight is always 20/20
but the past remains an enigma
it’s some cosmic villainy
though not that surprising
stranger things have happened
& impossible things are happening all the time
if it’s at all possible,
in your eternal disgrace,
don’t bring that bloodthirsty dual faced zēlos anywhere close
to me & mine
not so much as a glimpse
stay hidden in the proverbial shadows
I’m taking responsible for the energy I allow to take up space in my soul
if you have nothing productive to contribute, you’ve got to go
there’s no home for you here
daily prompt: Simmer
if I don’t think about the fact that I’m in solitary
pretend to not see hellfire in the skies
ignore the accusations of heresy
to say otherwise would be blasphemy
‘cuz this is the best day of my life
if i ignore that i feel half as free as before
flipping through several volumes of dictionaries in desperation
to find a way to define the deep down dark icky leaking & splashing about inside
blurring the world upsidedown, spinning the wrong way ’round
feels like a bad case indigestion at the very least.
for i declare
THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
a negative space
once soft eyes burned through my soul
like hell fire coals
that is when I knew
no water would save me now
gnashes to ashes