Blog rebirth day one March 20th 2017 2:47 a.m.
Should I separate myself from myself in order to save myself ?
Now this is a question I posed to myself but posted on Facebook and I got interesting responses one being ‘if you do that how do you know yourself’ the other is ‘get rid of the one you no longer know.’ Now this is a process of thought in my head for a while, I actually wrote a poem on it called “what separates the two” now a lot of people will/have read ‘what separates the two’ and think it’s about a relationship of two people but it’s not it’s about separating yourself from the person you no longer are. A look into Accountability in perspective of ourselves.
As for the relationship aspect well… it’s all bullshit it’s all just smoking mirrors over time life weaves what it weaves. we have to face and accept these things or it blows up and then you end up with resentment and sorrow that’s tragically stupid..no fucking retarded
one fact is guaranteed we all change it’s going to happen we have to decide whether we’re going to accept and evolve to it and when you have people in your life that are like me fucked in the head things don’t change normally by any standard I’ve always been an open book on my shade of strange
Just like anything in life it’s work we have to decide what works, is it worth it, is it connected properly, can we thrive without it, without it is life ascertainable?
Now I know the answer to these questions that does not mean I am in the position with myself too relay these answers now. why wedges and lines are drawn really baffles me, Especially when so much time invested …..
listen here’s the thing it’s not a cubicle everyone finds themselves in But we experience the prism in wandering there regardless.
Back to the separation it’s a task of great proportion and works in the same principle as my deviation does and especially since acceptance of fault is prime. I just wasn’t to get happy again and see those around me the same….it starts in the mirror.
Thats all th dribble fom Spital for now …..peace
To relaunch Saturday Asylum we bring you open mic themed for those touched by the further, or at least their poetry….Temulence and raw fuckersy be rampant as we call for you experienced poetry that saw Lucy in the Sky and purple haze Sundays… live tonigĥt on talkshoe
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is the link where debauchery is breathing….
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Passion of dark artist
I’ll always had a mind for Darkness, my pen is drawn to it as are my heart and soul. I am a fragment amongst the shadows. As a youth I only knew morbid twisted darkness that lacked substance and cohesion. Time has proven my standing behind age is experience, it is wisdom, as my writes and illustrations have evolved into refined works of tangible procurements. I have yet to find my following but am gaining some recognition.
The years turning have given me the ability to write dark poetry that can engage life’s morbid states and make them beautiful collections of depravity. I have embraced debauchery and deviance as my second skin and it’s a suit that fits well.My illustrations as well have encompassed this direction in marvelous fashion often depicting sorrow and frustrations demeanor in expressionistic surreal hues.
I was recently inquired on whether writing in such unsavory escapades brings me to acting or being filled with the desire to do so. I first have to reiterate a strong stance I have in defense of writing, creating on any medium such dark artistry which is :
One- if more people would allow themselves to revel in the seedy deplorable instances of the mind we all face regularly in some fashion we would not see such incorrigible acts committed in our society today. The blindsided moral and social expectations of the herd are not tangible and those motherfuckers act out in heinous ways you just don’t see the wrongs committed by wealth.
Secondly I have spent most my life living my art instead of creating it in many ways and it has run its course as I failed to create anything but insanity in those moments of life. I am about-face with creating constructively that which is the part of my essence and burden. Cracked minds avail best in retrospect, hindsight and humility…though not a poster child for reform i attempt productivity without causing resentment the best i can.
So acceptance of things done, attributes gained and the quirks of my deviancy flourishing have allowed me to embrace the dark artist in me which has always sought out and admired those before and amongst me. I love the challenge to walk the line and have people experience the further of that which is looming with me, through my creations. To have someone get on board and taste the atrocious. agonizing, sorrow filled chalice and come back from the brink with a new perspective and respect for that which is so common in life but not geared for such engagement is a gift, honor and privilege to own.
until the next dribble spitals go out seek the “new era” of dark arts and embrace the depths of divine obscurity and sinister instigations…..
So we have progressed in our flailing inertia, despite the scrapes, bruises and such evolution pulls us through to find new direction and purpose in our formidable stance to bring new lumination to the spoken word arena deviantly so in the raw n relentless that splits caps and gives you the solace once lacked. We are grateful for insight and critique delivered with good intention n respect ((Sylvia))
Get on board and ride it like you live it, wild n free….openly embrace the debauchery
kind of fitting this first went out blank….isnt it all? i’m just losing assurance in everything i am, do and love…started again to assemble my chapbbok for submission…six pages in ‘why bother?’ i know a lot of my issues stem from mental health, pain and not dealing with either. I’m not affected as most by the commercialized silver fallacy hysteria the sheep are herded by.. its diagnosed fæct i’m fucked in many ãn instance, however when those around you only want to point fingers and ignore their influence upon behaviorãl spikes….well its a gnawing instance of deplorable refrain..such refrain i’m waning and its got me thinking helium dreams of floating the river styx….