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Because it is lost in time and space…

The Future Is ~ 1

There is no era more than now
to embellish upon lies fallen down centuries
as we sit watching suns going down
drink of lust in our hands,
seeing only visions
Yesterday carved in stone
winds blow away the rushing waves
When all that comes before it,
will be the sound of drums
upon mountains
as soldiers carry swords
to pierce the sides of Adams rib.
None other can come
than the already spoken.
No word,  nor refuge for the hallowed
Earth bellows under weight,
In the labour she is in.     ~IW~

Virtual Homes ~ The reality of it

Hello people who follow this blog. I am despondent. There doesn’t seem much point to write here anymore, and yet still so much has not changed to lead me to feel I am incorrect in this perception at this time. Yes I am whining…

You all like a good rant right? Some uplifting poetry perhaps?
Or can we just get real?

I live in an imaginary world. Filled with idiots, so akin to the real one, but still – imaginary. It is however also filled with wonderful moments where I drift off into my other worldly places and have long conversations with imaginary people partake in imaginary situations. My words take me where-ever they wish to. They express hidden sentiments that creep in like a fog on a cold winters day. I like to interact with people, but find it harder and harder to find time to visit different places – probably because I have so many of them popping up inside my head.

We say this so many times as writers, ‘I write for myself’, or ‘I blog for myself,’ and that is just utter bollocks! I really, really enjoy writing, but I really enjoy knowing people might relate or get something from it. We all do. It somehow makes us feel like we have something to give to each other.

We all go through cycles where we question our lives and our actions and even our temptations and desires – basically we question our own humanity and mortality. Well maybe not all people do that but I know most of the people who have read here before are thus way inclined.

This blog IS a journey of self discovery in every word a contradiction to account for, in every lack a strength and in every connection a lesson.

I often wonder where it is going but I have absolutely no idea and that is fine, but one thing I won’t do is allow it to just fade into the dark hole of the internet..and it is.

I would rather, as I have discovered in the last few months, let it go with dignity.

That being said, it would be a terrible shame to throw away five years of telling a story to never get to the end.

I have contemplated what to do with my posts that are in pending and I am leaning toward making them live again… it is JUST not the same picture without them lurking in the background waiting to be stumbled on.

I took them down as I wanted to go through them to put together a small book AND get them organised how I would like to. But I figure, I can still do that!

In the meantime, the entire reason I write is NOT for money or fame or accolades of prestige or any such thing, it is for people. I write for people.

I want people to see HUMAN In every word.

Flawed. Broken. Mysterious. Happy, sad, melancholy.

Whole and strong in all our weakness. At times you may disagree with what I write or maybe not understand full well. You may wonder if I have completely lost the plot and gone off onto a disarrayed path, and you are probably right – I probably do that a lot. Correction I DO that a LOT..only to come back around again wiser (sometimes) and more passionately flawed then before.

This is not  a place for perfect poetry and pictures placed just so on a feed of  instantly gratifying images where the world scrolls by without paying much more than a seconds attention all in the hopes of getting noticed and gaining some traction for whatever dream they may have that they feel they may be able to gain exposure for in this mayhem of a place called social media…

THIS – is fucking home!

IW

Price Tags

I know you see me, on the other side of our oblivion.
Curiosity knows no bounds, and though we put ourselves aside to walk another day without sight, we still wish to know.

Inside the dark, under the covers of your eyes I shift passed your view and you push my image aside answering to the voices you hear full well.
But those ones in your head? Like mine? The sounding echo off the wall between your spirit and mine, that never needed to be built except for preservation of sanity.

Tell me my dear, are you sane now?
Are you content? I know you are. I understand this sanity as one day passes to the next, as normality drives you mad.
It is what you wanted isn’t it?

Isn’t it?
To be content. To be sane. To be somehow normal and live a normal life.

To be happy.

Are you happy without answering to my voice? Does your heart race as fast as your despair consumes you? Does confusion darken your horizon as deeply as epiphany emblazons your truth? Does passion swell inside your soul as it does inside your garments? Is your sword held at the ready as tightly as your will and lack thereof is held at guard?

The choices we make do not always come with the price tag attached.

IW