Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Chimes


Searching,

For the right words,

The right verbs,

And herds of ambition,

Without bringing on superstition.

In my vision,

I still have no beginning,

Haven’t felt like I was winning,

Since the days I was still in,

High school.

For that shit I was too cool,

Guess that’s why I’m not now,

Just another name to be forgot,

Let that happen to me?

I will not.

Can you imagine that though?

No place to call home,

No one blowing up your phone,

No expression to moan,

To somebody,

Just a nobody,

Well,

A taken for granted body,

Embodied by a soul,

With a sense of direction,

That’s has yet to take hold,

I was told,

“You’ll regret those decisions when you’re old.”

That’s gold.

Now I’m beaten,

Battered,

But bold.

Although not yet sold,

On any one path,

I will blast through the aftermath,

As I lay to rest the rest of my breath,

It seems I’m a bit short in fact,

It won’t last,

This panic attack,

It’s not back,

Just relax,

Take a deep,

Dive into another ride through the spirals of your mind,

Wanna get known?

Find the rhymes,

Find the chimes,

Find the…time.

No one has enough,

When we loose one another,

A sister or a brother,

Father or a mother,

All we seem to be able to do is just wonder,

Was I there enough?

Speak to them enough?

Show them that we care?

Enough.

No sad sulking tears,

No,

Not for the loved ones,

But our fears,

As we drown the mounds of our frowns,

And lay to rest the people we miss now,

We may start to hear sounds,

Its them speaking,

Telling us to stop drinking,

Do more thinking,

“You’ll find that beginning.”

I can still hear,

The ones we love and miss so dear,

They feel so near,

Maybe I’m in the wrong gear,

Need to shift,

Perspectives,

I’m invested,

I’ve Ingested,

Many maddening motivations,

Molded by monopolized,

People,

Ones talked about too much.

Maybe I’m too stuck,

On the girl I want to fuck,

And the thoughts I try to duck.

But I’m in luck,

With such a wonderful view,

I’m up to nothing that’s new,

But now this poem is quite…

Through.


NV. – written on June 20th, 2018 started @ 9:57 p.m. finished @ 10:30 p.m.

Just found myself in unable to obtain something truly wanted. Dealing with the fatigue of wonder and regret, not for anything major, but some small decisions that led to an inability to obtain said thing, with is more of an experience than a thing, but that’s irrelevant at this point. Just, take it from me, try to set goals you can obtain, don’t lead yourself into temptations that are inaccessible obligations. It can lead to this thing we call disappointment, I like to think of it as, failure to achieve expectations. But this is where I shall contradict myself, I try to not dwell or let my mind contract any, misleading, sad, obstructing or unsatisfactory feelings, thoughts or emotions. This is almost impossible for anyone of course, but in this case, I’m a bit caught up in mental states I’d rather feel the comfort in being able to overcome, but I can’t. I’m bummed, disappointed and have found a lack of achievement towards an expected experience…this poem is the result of me trying to put that…mindset into words. I suppose besides explaining here, but I don’t think I was aware of all of this until after the poem, funny how expression brings us closer to our problems and solutions…have a nice day. – S.F.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Rant #2 – with context deal at the end


Terrible timing for the timeline lighting the way towards the dreams we’ve been hiding,
Hide away from the thoughts that are keeping us from shining,
Shine bright through the night as you stay awake without trying,
Try imagining the life that keeps you constantly smiling,

Need a little hope, then turn away from the wrong kind,
Of people and places draining the good parts of your mind,
Theres a message in the passage to the parts that you cant find,
And a way to the goals in this world thats been pre designed.

We can exist with one another and let the moments simply slip by,
Feeling nothing that is wanted but simpley accepting what is felt right,
Living for nothing more than what we experience will be just fine,
Giving in to all that flows and comes to mind in this tickle of time.

We may ramble, stumble or fall into our ideas, goals and dreams,
Talk for fifteen hours straight with nothing to pressure how it seems,
We can figure out something new or realize the past or scream,
But after all is said and done, we can all become everything.


NV. – written sometime between April 15th, 2018 and May 6th, 210 @ 11:20 p.m.

Uhh, not a whole lot to say about this one, it may speak for itself to some, other it might not. Im not sure if it even speaks to me yet, I wrote the dang piece of words and lines. But yet, it seems distant to me, anywho. This is a rant but done with rhymes I suppose, Im no expert in using the English format of communication to express ones internal feelings or thoughts or beings that happen sometimes…uhh but, Id like to say that I do enjoy exsisting with others, letting life flow without paying attention to the way others think it should or shouldn’t. Appreciating and accepting who ever may be gifting me with there presence and thus try to elevate eachother in anyway. Let that be through sit down conversations, walks and talks, musical jam sessions(limited to ones experience and time spent with available instruments), outdoor activities, what im getting at is that your life and my own can be open to anything and everything. We can become, experience and live how ever we’d like and I think thats beautiful. Too long and frequent do we pay our attention to distractions, delusions and drama, when in reality the more you that you are you and the less like others you spend time observing, the more you will find that we are all one in the same, just at different stages, places, and parts of our own story lines. But that doesnt mean we have to oppose one another for those differences, its ok to accept someone for who they are regaurdless of what they seem like. Its tough to do at time but I can assure you that in this context…that little thing will open your life up a bit, allowing you to be what is you seek or see what you dream. Thanks for being here, hope you share a comment or question if you are still here with this train of my conciousness. -SF.


Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Divine

Sweet dreams makes a victim to the rhythm,
Be still to the flow of raw wisdom,
Just know it is so that you are an endless kingdom,
Front row to the soul I reveal a perfect system,
Now dance, blow a hole and fufill your crucial role,
It is time to forgive now accend to your glory,
Bring it back, see the veil,
You reside within the holy grail,
Turn it in, set the sails,
And eat the fucking kale,
Now let it go, leave it be,
Mark my words, that soon you will be free.

With nothing left to see,
He thinks of how to truely set free,
Destruction is not all that he can be,
Now the simple pleasures of life no longer serve the seeker,
A path that has led to a poetic speaker,
Through confident mind holds thoughts of a fate bound leader,
Now an out bound dreamer,
Seeking greed from the ether,
While taking a breather,
One realizes, “what a diving creature”,
Becoming so eager, creation of brain fever, turns you weaker,
I guess its time for another feature,
Lets put this one on loud speaker,

RAK KRAZAK, the flip has him fealing so fearsome,
Invincible in the moment,
Truley consumed by symptom,
A million times has he seen this show,
Its time to let go,
The high-low swing has turn him into a hot spring,
He now resides with our balanced king,
No more need to sing.


Todd Maxon-Haller – time and date unknown

This is written by a good friend of mine, he is a very spiritually sound being. He lives his life in a very yogic way, spending his time being still and in many forms of meditative states. I had no idea he had something like this to say, but I am greatful he allowed me to post this here. I hope you all enjoy and if you have any questions for him feel free to ask. – S.F.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Energy


The energy inside of me is relentlessly overwhelming,
Can’t hardley tell a story with out ending up vibrating,
I mean that literally, if I get a little geeked,
Find neat people to meet,
Drive down a new street,
Find some info to leak,
Ill start shaking, making faces and changing paces.
This energy is just not containable, obtainable, or stable,
At this point are these lines even relatable? Repeatable?
I guess we’ll see one day.
Back to the shaking, the way it feels inside, thats right.
It creeps up from the core, creating more as it sores into position on your skin, do you feel that?
When it starts to begin again, it tends to trend all tremendously as it travels up your tendencies.
I love the feeling as it feels me, it steals me…in the middle of a line, nope, diatracted by it dissolving dangerously deep into the depth of my disassociated development.
Can you feel it yet?
That skin crawling enegery that sends shivers searching for your finger tips, tickling terriblely, totally taking over the emotion that currently connects currents of volts viciously vibrating variably all over me.
Are you feeling me?
That energy I speak of it keeps up, close up and personal, internal and irreplacable, inseparable from the feelings that frequently find time in your mind, the feelings of fallopian tubes fondling your foreskin, is that too much?
Should I start over, technically begin.
Ok, here goes,
The energy on my skind crawls over me sensitevly seducing me seriously sending sound waves through my system of soultions for ruthless polution of popultation penetrating my perception.
Have you ever felt something like that, find that, if you can’t, re-read this and try again stat!
You’ll never find a more satisfying feeling than furiously fixing the focus in your front lobe when energy so powerful potentially pulls you out of your confort zone, setting a new tone.
This my opportunity to open up all the ideas I can’t find when I’m shaking like a b****, twitching like a lonely little leaf on a stick.
To say this all out loud would take ludicrous lucidity leaping bounds over my marvilously maticulous memories, making more maliciously merry mountains of motivation to move upon.
Do you feel in now?
On your skin, in your mind, in the places to tight and locked up to get insight in to fix what isnt right?
This energy feels so nice.
I wish I could feel it all night.
Maybe if I share this, the end of this energy wont enter my sight.


NV. – written on April 14th, 2018 – started @ 4:03 p.m. finished @ 4:40 p.m.