Where

I don't hear much from the outside world.  It is not that I am not listening.  It's just that I find that the world is not there.  It is there the outside world it is ever prevalent somewhere.  I contradict myself with knowledge and thought.  Me eyes seem to glare towards me reflecting in instead of out.  I gaze upon fluttering ideas bouncing around inside my head.  I try to catch and gather them yet they eluded me from reality in their chase.  On the occasion an idea is caught I try to clutch on to it tightly in the hope that it carriers me back to reality.  I protect the idea as a guardian.  I tend to it carefully like a dying ember waiting to catch flame to straw, to find the straw.  The the world distracts me in a moment the spark is lost disappearing again with hope only leaving the intent to catch another thought.

Well this was another word dump.  The initial thought I used was that of someone in a coma.  I came up with the struggle to come back to reality.  I might edit this later.  If you think I should let me know in the comments.

Shot Learning

Who would have thought?  Who would have thought on the graves of the young so many stories would find their plot?  In our streets are youth are shot.  It happens to frequently if it happens at all.  It's more than a shame that in our schools students murderously fall.  The emotions pain of parents shedding tears asking what can be done to stop the fear.  Ambulance sirens flash without sound as they carry another body to the morgue then ground.  Autopsy evidence can not right the wrong as criminal evidence takes another youth on juvenile path that will be life long.  We must open the roads starting at home with parents who care for their kids more than the message on the cell phones that come all day long.  Remove the wrapped meal from fast food gone wrong and provide nourishing dinners at a table where lessons are fed to minds to make them strong.  Move beyond drug fed solutions and get ahead of the problem by asking what's wrong.  The next generation is for us to take care if we don't deal with the problem continued suffering is what today's youth will bear.

I need to edit this, especially the end.  I lost track of some of my thoughts.  Sometime it is hard to get things written fast enough.

Ghost

The winds are coming to grab me as they ravish the land.
On my soul they heed scattering my life as though it were sand.
Echoing sounds torment as they howl to drown my cries.
Gusts lash my back and whip my face from the storms fury I can't escape.
Where do I run where do I go what in my life doesn't the wind know.
Where I breath the wind brings me life lungs fill with air as it cuts like a knife.
Torment follows with the passing breeze let death find me hurry please.

I have edited this and I am not sure of the ending.  I try not to step to far over the line into depression and I think I have with this poem.

Start

If you dream to aspire your life will grow into something wild.
If you imagine glory and fame nothing will ever be the same.
Teeter totter rise and fall you have to have knowledge to withstand it all.
Using strength of character get around inhibitions and obstacles of your mind.
Being a thinker isn't so hard keep in touch with the challenges others disregard.
Then succeed where others fail despite your inabilities you will prevail.
Within your brain is the key, unlock the secrets to live life happily.

So reading this I don't like the word "wilder" in the first line.  I have a general issue with the second line.  I want to modify the third line to add power. The fourth and fifth lines do not flow.  I caught more of a typo on the sixth line.  The seventh line seems cheesy.  Okay those were my pre-revision thoughts.  Overall, I don't think I am a fan of this poem.

If you dream to aspire your life will grow into something wilder.
If you imagine glory and fame nothing again will be the same.
Teeter totter rise and fall you got to have knowledge to withstand all.
Use your strength of mind to get around inhibitions you may find.
Being a thinker is not so hard keep in touch with challenges other disregard.
Then succeed where other fail despite your inabilities you can prevail.
Within your brain is the key to unlock the secrets to live life happily.

Act.

I continuously have a dream where I keep jumping.  Each time I jump I can seem to control my path and height of the jump.  I eventually am able to jump over trees and the key is to jumping higher is to learn how to safely descend.  Eventually after experimentation I am able to fly.  The weird thing is that I fly upright as if I were walking.  Well here is the original.  Let me know if I made this better or worse.

Jump up off the ground jump higher and higher until you fly.  If you dream to aspire your life will grow into something wilder.  If you imagine all your glory and your fame nothing again will be the same.  Teeter totter rise and fall you got to have the brain to withstand it all.  Use your thought to get around any inhibitions that you have found.  Being a thinker is not so hard it keeps you in touch with challenges that others may disregard.  You succeed where others fail despite your inabilities you prevail.  In your brain is the keep to life ever after may you live happily.

Bird

Sitting upon a hill perched in a tree.
A breeze ruffles the leaves whistling gently.
The fragrance of flowers caught by wind.
Fields of grain swaying like ocean waves.
An abundance of life that draws the eye.
Siting on the limb all this the bird overlooks.
In limitless vast skies where flight is took.
Lifting from the earth into the heavens.
Birthed from the mother angels arisen.

Unfortunately I am still struggling with this a bit but I have some background nose to put it politely.  I am going to have to revisit this again.  I really am having a hard time with ending this poem.

Sitting upon a hill.
Perched in tree and still,
Breeze ruffling leaves.
Whispering gentle rustles.
Flowers fragrance dancing.
Scents of beauty prancing.
Fields of grain sway
The abundance draws away.
On this limb to overlook
Limitless vast skies mistook
Realizing the motion undertook
In this moment flight is took.
Thoughts glide through sky.
Definition of being the reason why.
Life owed to mother earth.
To all that is living give birth.

On this revision I moved the poem to include poetic language.  The problem I am having now is that there is a duality of meaning.

Sitting up on a hill in a tree perched and still I have me as company.  As the breeze ruffles through the trees the leaves whisper to me gently.  In the wind fragrant flowers dance and their beauty captivates my senses.  Wild fields of grain sway their abundance fills me with happiness.  On this limb I look upon the sky in its limitless vastness I learn about myself coming to realizations of flight and motion.  The thought of blissfully gliding through the sky is the definition of my being.  To my life I owe mother earth having given birth to all that is living.

So I actually put out a little bit of a word dump.   It was kind of like looking for my spirit animal.  I originally title this "At One".  My criticism is that I think I should dump the last sentence.  Please let me know your opinion.  See the first run below:

Sitting upon a hill in a tree perched so still.  I have me as company.  As the breeze ruffles through the trees the leaves whisper to me gently.  In the wind flowers dance their fragrance and beauty captivate my senses in a lust filled trance.  With the grain my emotions sway in the happiness of this moment which my memory tucks gently away.   On this limb I look upon the sky in it limitless vastness I learn about myself coming to realizations of emotions and ideas benefiting from its serenity adding to myself.  To my life I owe mother earth in its to all living things to nature she gave birth.

The Hermit

Some search for beauty
others a kindred soul
Alone waiting contently
searching for no one, nothing

Survey my hand and I brush
my path quickly aside
Clutching my hidden soul
within in a clenched fist

Hidden from discovery
fist ready to strike
A final protection
to ward off words.

From discovered seclusion
my heart driven within
Quivering not to rejection...
Dreaded me, loathes you

Out-casting myself
I outcast others from me
To be.....to let be
Let me be.

Alright I hope to be showing continuous improvement to this poem.  I submitted this for critique on Peots of G+.  So I have this is actually the fourth revision of this poem.  I show two below.

Some search for beauty
others a kindred soul
Alone waiting contently
Searching for no one
Survey my hand
Drifting quickly aside
Clutching to my soul
Hidden in a clenched fist
Fist ready to strike
Fearing discovery of me
Fly away socialites
Talking to snare prey
Secluded heart drive within
Mentally avoiding the hunt
Dreading me, loathing you
Quivering not to rejection
Out-casting myself
Others outcast from me

Revision from the below.  Which is more meaningful?

Some people search for those who have beauty,
others search for those with a corresponding soul.
I stand alone waiting contently by in search of no one.
When one comes to survey my hand I drift quickly aside,
clutching to my soul hiding it in a clenched fist ready to strike.
Fearing those who seek to find out what is inside.
I fly away from the socialites of my day for
I know their talk is used to snare their prey.
Secluded in my heart, I elude, driven within my mind I avoid the hunt.
Dreading the person who I am, and loathing the person you are.
I don't quiver in the face of rejection from my fellow man.
My wish is to be outcast as I have others outcast from me.


I was born shy but I really consider myself an extrovert.  Sometimes I disguise who I am with humor but I can't peg down why I took the perspective I did with this short.  I'm also considering changing the title.

Once Friends

It's beautiful I'm for real.  Bodies broken mind's a smokin' but you on my arm is what I feel.

Last night may have been dumb with some fun but now I know you are the one.  Long time friends but you've always meant more so I gotta let you know you're who my heart's for.

So don't get at me, I am so happy.  Let this moment be because when you awaken my heart can't take a potential breakin'.

It's beautiful I'm for real.  Bodies broken mind's a smokin' but you on my arm is what I feel.

I am so hungover but I want this moment to last forever.  Between headache and heartbreak it's easy to choose which one's easier to suffer less a bruise.

I'm afraid of when you to wake up but I want to see into your eyes.  I just pray our love is what I see materialize.

It's beautiful I'm for real.  Bodies broken mind's a smokin' but you on my arm is what I feel.

Last night may have been dumb with some fun but now I know you are the one.  Long time friends but you've always meant more so I gotta let you know you're who my heart is for.

As we lie in bed I remember the things we said and last nights passion all the sensual action.  Best friends forever love just adds something better.

I hope you feel the same and don't think it's strange.  I hope to see you smile and hear you say "Good morning go ahead and stay a while."

It's beautiful I'm for real.  Bodies broken mind's a smokin' but you on my arm is what I feel.

Last night may have been dumb with some fun but now I know you are the one.  Long time friends but you've always meant more so I gotta let you know your who my heart is for.

When I wrote this I was really longing for the touch of my wife.  My brother and I had gone out the night before and I'd crashed at his house.  I very foolishly wrote this while I was driving home to her.  This is currently a rough draft.  The problem I have is that it seems familiar, almost like I heard it somewhere.   I did search for the chorus lines on google and was unable to find anything.  I'd really appreciate your comments on whether I should brush this up.  I look forward to hearing some advice.

Does it need to be longer?
Does the story make sense?

Never a Moment

Nothing ever the same.
With time comes change.
Not a moment in another's reign

Time where time passed.
Slipping winding clock faded.
Where memories lost or last

Memories vague truth.
Where tradition uproots.
How we outlive youth.

Nothing the same
With time comes change.
A moment time elapsed.

I am hoping this is my final revision.  I will probably proof it it a few days only to make small corrections.  I can never proof read immediately as I have a habit of reading what I want to be there not what is.  May be I should right something about recent memory.

Nothing is ever the same with time comes change.
Never a moment where another moment doesn't reign.
Only time where time has passed.
Slipping down winding away everything fades for only memories last.
Our minds capture the moments not as they were but how we wished them to be.
Moments truly lost to a slightly different memory.
Nothing is ever the same with time comes change.
Never a moment where another moment doesn't reign, in time passed.

This is one of the first things I've written.  The original rough draft is below.  (2nd Revision)

Nothing is ever the same with time comes change.
Never is there a moment where another moment doesn't reign, always time where time has passed. Slipping down winding away everything fades as the past grows further away in our memories moments are kept of everyday.
In our lives our minds hold time for the events we keep dear to our hearts.
Moments may pass only in our thoughts can we make them last.
Nothing is ever the same with time comes change.
Never is there a moment where another moment doesn't reign, always times where time has passed.

In this case I definitely think revisions added meaning to my original thoughts.  I had that initial rush to get the words down on paper and then went back and really thought about my purpose.  There is a slight variation to the words repeated at the end.  The intent is to demonstrate the perpetual passing of time.

Communications Class 10 Years Ago

I found an old composition book today.  It wasn't the one I was looking for but it sparked a moment of reflection.   The composition book was an assignment from my Communications teacher.  The book was full of names that I had long since forgotten. Shoot, I could barely remember taking the class.  Reflecting back I could put some hazy faces to some of the names but I had lost 75% of that experience.

Ironically I can clearly remember meandering around smoking a cigarette while stepping across railroad ties during a conversation with other students.  I was doing a lot the talking but I was looking at the ground as I spanned from one rail road tie to the other.  It's funny.  Right outside the doors to the class I was failing my lesson by being a real conversational fuck-up.  Should I retake Communications?

It strikes me that most days are forgotten.  We pass over so much information most of our lives are lost to our minds.  A critic would say our lives are lost to monotony but our lives are full of events.  We live in a constantly changing environment.  I think in a large part ambition comes from the desire to remain present in the minds of people never meet.  Within the limits of life many aim to be remembered.  I want to have moments I remember, to truly live while I am living.   How does your ambition manifest?

PS:  I will get some scribblings up once I find my composition pad.

The Purpose of My Scribbles Mix

I am starting this blog to share my scribbles.  My scribbles can be my own quotes, poems, short stories, letters or even just some junk I put down on paper during the course of the day, if I think it is interesting.  Some of the content on this site will be left in the form of a rough draft.  If you find the draft interesting leave a comment and I will try to complete the work.  Maybe I shouldn't admit to sloppiness up front.  Oh well getting on.

I would like to write full time.  I have a donation button so if you've received value from what you've experience on this blog please take the time to contribute.   Well I will look forward to hearing your feedback once I get up some content.  Have a good one.