Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Uncategorized

Words #1 (basically unnamed)


This crazy taming of my name,

Reliving cycles as they claim,

Territories in my brain,

Causing me to take some shots,

While no one else is in the game.

This isn’t about the way that we are made,

It’s about the way we make our change,

The way we seek to make our gains,

Everybody’s a little different,

Yet we’re from the same damn place.

Systematically separating social situations,

Tormented tones touch tiny intimidation’s,

Reading right around rambling renovations,

Leads long lost lethargic ill logic,

Back bounding bravely beyond bitter intentions.

Let’s make sense of less pretentious power,

While bleeding dreams into flowers,

Seeking grace and simplicity isn’t sour,

As you learn to find yourself,

Then make use of every hour.


NV. – written on June 19th, 2018 started @ 3:25 p.m. finished @ 3:49 p.m.

Rants and Thoughts, Uncategorized

Drum session clips #1

Free Spirit Djembe Drumming Clips #1
— Read on youtu.be/VkeNDPmLMr4


Hey, this is a little video I threw together really quickly from some longer sessions that I recently recorded. It’s nothing fancy and just for fun, but I hope you get a kick out of our playfulness. More to come in the future as the creations never stop, just dynamically change with my lifestyle. Thank you for the support, it is always appreciated! – SF.

Poem things, Uncategorized, Unfinished songs

Just Fine


I wanna know about your pain,
the problems,
Insight that keeps you up tight,
When its pouring down in rain.

I wanna know about your fears,
the frequent,
Memories that torment the melodies,
When no ones offering any ears.

We can make new memories,
Or fall back into old ones,
Is doesnt matter to me,
Just be here to share one.

I wanna know about your goals,
the great ones,
Dreams too big to grab it seems,
When no ones listening to your soul.

I wanna know about a part of you,
The young kind,
A part that no ones ever known,
When we share a thought or two.

We can make new memories,
Or fall back into old ones,
Is doesnt matter to me,
Just be here to share one.

I wanna know who you are,
The actual,
The deepest secrets inside of you,
When you’re choosing to be my star.

So come be here with me,
Lets learn about our lives,
If just for the night,
We can make life alright.
If just for the night,
Everything is just fine.

Just fine.


NV. Written on April 8th, 2018 started @ 12:10 p.m. finished @ 12:40 p.m.

Rants and Thoughts, Uncategorized

The Death of a Flower


   The death of a human to me is like the death of a flower, there is still beauty to be found in the flower as it wilts and fades away and when it drops from the plant, I know there will be another one just like it, maybe smaller, or brighter, maybe one produces more seeds than the last. But that previous flower never loses its value to me I don’t think, like the people we know that have passed away. We can remember their beauty, the hard work involved in maintaining them or your relationship with them. Parents can be the toughest to lose, being the flower that carried our seeds. Those that inspire us can be equally as tough to endure the death of, like close friends and loved pets. But for in all of these passing we have to ability to not mourn as they enter their demise, if to see death in a beautiful, celebrated way, we can help those in greater ways among the end of their road. Given that, for me personally, it is very hard for me to see death as tragic, or misunderstood. The way a being passes may be unpleasant, but death…death may mark the passing of the torch, the refueling the earth, sometimes even an ending to long endured pain. In other cases, it can mark many other things that we can look to in positive ways. Dieing is the one truth we all share, as we see death, experience death or just think about death in all of its contexts, try to think of it like the death of a flower. We die, still as beautiful as always, fulfilling our purpose to complete the cycle of life, like all that is living in partisan with the human race. The only ones able to define a death, not the only ones to mourn, but the only ones able to contemplate the benefits of said mourning and find the peace, happiness, and the beginning of a new incarnation for the soul that was bound in the being of the loved one to be laid to rest. To hopefully motivate and feed our seed into brighter, stronger, healthy flowers like us…to pass the seed of life and prepare the next generation for beauty and fulfillment like all those before them. Death can be sad, it can be tragic, but as we develop and share ideas I hope that this one isn’t lost. I have seen so much pain, misery, damnation, and depression come from the way the society I was brought up in, defines death and teaches the following generations to feel about it. This doesn’t come from a lack of personal losses or a lack thereof understanding for deaths close to family, I have experienced these things personally and vicariously through others. These views I am sharing come from a hope that my children and those influenced by a similar view, will find all the beauty in the world during the passing of loved ones. To see all that was cherishable, not be ridden with sadness in the loss or even deal with internal, undefinable issues that go years without help. The subconscious mind is dangerous, but little by little I believe we can help one another find peace in things that bring us pain, to look at life in a new way. Ok, maybe not new, but in my finding in life, this is at least unconventional and very touchy for most to discuss. We can make the world a better place, which can include learning how to look at death in a different light. A light found in places not often sought out. In the end, A light I find most beneficial in my own life, one that has freed me from so much pain in the passings I have endured.

Thanks for listening.


NV. – written on April 6th, 2018 started @ 4:14 p.m. finished @ 4:50 p.m.

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A Litte Info

This is just a “service announcement” for those who are viewing my page I suppose. At this time this goes up I am a total newbie when it comes to blogging/ posting things on media sharing sites (taking all the advice I can get), so if anything is wonky, confusing or seems out of place, then those are the bumps along the way to…where ever this leads me. Bare with me here, I’m struggling as much as you may be at the moment. If you are curious as to what you might find; personally I like reading biographies, books on philosophy, some fiction here and there, I enjoy making art, for the most part in the “Hand Lettering” department, but I dabble in other forms of art variously as motivation flows to and fro, you might find some outdoorsy stuff, carvings, tunes I have…tuned, poems I’ve written, lyrics that I have scratched up and dont know how to put music behind, uhh, rants, reactions to news and current events. Who really knows, maybe I’ll find a niche, just being honest at this point, it will depend on the day and many other beautiful factors of life that affect us so unexpectedly. So, thank you very much for being here, I hope you find something enjoyable and always, always remember to hug and kiss your Mom and Dad goodbye.

Later gator, NV.