Through The Fog — The Bridge To Nowhere

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I walked upon a bridge and grasped–

A hand placed left, while the right– the right dangles freely, yet lifeless– Barely grasping the air.

With one foot alongside the other–A glimpse into the prospective path:

Surreal,

Mystical,

Fog,

All three characteristics exist alone, and simultaneously together– the moment within itself. Continue reading “Through The Fog — The Bridge To Nowhere”

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Festering Words: “May I Suggest A Smoother Path?”

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“Sticks and stones may break my bones– No chance your words will phase me!”

G. Kourtesiotis

I am a very physical person.

I enjoy athletics, and I love training like an athlete.

I also love trail running, I find it more absorbing than regular pavement running– and though I do find myself hitting the concrete from time to time– the other day was definitely a trail day. Continue reading “Festering Words: “May I Suggest A Smoother Path?””

A Brief Moment In Delirium– High on Coffee and Sweet, Sweet Jazz!

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THIS IS:

DOCUMENTING HUMAN

The following is a brief example on being human– at least in the most random sense of a moment.

We all experience a whole assortment of thoughts, or collections as we go about our days. Afterall, we are what we think.

To set the scene:

I was about two hours into some computer work at Starbucks. With a good caffeine boost– my own delirium got the best of me.

Behold, Another human! :

Frantic, unorganized, and delirious in thought. Continue reading “A Brief Moment In Delirium– High on Coffee and Sweet, Sweet Jazz!”

Littermature Excerpt- Crunching Numbers, and Coming of Age.

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Littermature: The Ugly Face of the Mind — Excerpt:


‘Coming of age’ What can that possible mean? Continue reading “Littermature Excerpt- Crunching Numbers, and Coming of Age.”

An Aged Poem- My Friend, So Long.

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Hello old friend,

it has been so long, I don’t know where to begin.

I remember when we met– young and naive — together we trodden around, hoping to never grow old.

Our problems were minimal, only the day at hand, and what was to become of it was our only real concern.

Friend’s forged brothers. Continue reading “An Aged Poem- My Friend, So Long.”

Wishless Thinking- Tired and Tried.

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Anytime I try to think of my wishes, I am left empty.

I can’t remember the last REAL wish I made– I feel that I am incapable of wishing

Even my birthday wishes are WORTHLESS… Meaning, they aren’t even GENUINE.

Please, let me illustrate: Continue reading “Wishless Thinking- Tired and Tried.”

Loco Al Turin – A Poem for Nietzsche

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Excerpt From- Littermature Online

Daily Prompt- Local

A poem for Nietzsche-


Left to my own demise after

Observing my own thoughts. Continue reading “Loco Al Turin – A Poem for Nietzsche”

F*ck Mindfullness: Fake it till you make it! How mindfullness can sometimes deafeat the purpose of itself.

 

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For the sake of this post, and how I am feeling in this particular moment, I will say it and spell it out again…

F*ck Mindfullness!

Don’t get me wrong– I am all for mindfulness

I practice mindfulness, awareness, and meditation daily. I also try to incorporate it into every little facet of my being in order to capture more of the moment.

Well What’s your f*king problem then? Continue reading “F*ck Mindfullness: Fake it till you make it! How mindfullness can sometimes deafeat the purpose of itself.”