juggernaut

Times have changed, people onced frenzied with Family became dazed with crazy. No longer are those eyes of troubles and anger, now are just blank. A hectic storm of confusion and helplessness reside. Get through the day with the thought of everyone being safe. Safe, a word of security and bliss. So many triggers link safe and crazy together.

Family, selfishness, greed, insecurity, and blindness.

Robbed of secure and safe nights,
only the words of no conscience speak.

Leave and let the depression subside
so we can live our "normal" life again.

A swirling vortex
is my eternal mindset,
yet again.

Day 1

So its been said that the eyes can be a portal to one's soul. If we can see the pain and misery that lies within our eyes can we heal the hurt? Is the guise too much for us to consider? Whats really inside determines who we are:our principles, our morals, our actions. Can we blame society for its effects or can we raise to the occasion and over power the pressures? Our eyes grow old with age, but does anyone notice? Who is to blame if children grow into serial killers? Can we apprehend their innocence if the change unveiled itself?

No. Our influences of the steady stream of who cares and who doesn't give us some direction. Our parents, family, and friends, they help us cultivate understanding to the growing world around us. I can't say whether the events of my childhood held my bearing in place. But I keep hearing what a wise person said to me, "some people aren't strong enough to hold onto sanity." If that's true, then why do pompous bodies have the right of mind? Is it because the balance needs to be upheld?

A sunset adding the seal of closure.

Watching as our eyes adjust to the brilliant tinge of orange glow,

we wait. The clouds return to their families as the wind softly blows reassuringly a sweet song.

The Beginning

So, what events have transpired to form this new stream of steady patience?

Maybe one too many sleepless nights.

It maybe a neutral time and place for this familiar guise to appear. Yet, the harvest is as sweet and inviting as ever alluring in ways it did not imagine. Past transgression have been evaluated and whats more, tempting. The urge and craze, of feeling swept away by the current main stream. Rushing whats to be done is foolish enough, but acting rashly earns the title of a fool.

The arts have called a gathering here, on this blog. Where I will display my mediums and only aim to please my muses. 

This blog,
is purely created for expression.