Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Convoluted Contemplation


Feeling like a freak,

A fiend,

A founder of foolish fantasies,

The type that typically tremble,

Under my own tormented testimony,

Testifying against my own will,

My own goals,

My own home,

My whole role,

It’s all a cold,

Convoluted,

Concentrated,

Congregated,

Compilation of complications,

Yet it’s not contemplated,

It’s the way I was made,

And that can be hurtful or hated,

But never doubtfully debated,

I can take it.

Turn me around,

Roast my town,

Flip the frowns,

Now make ‘em proud,

To be heard loud,

With this sad sound,

I can feel it right now,

But that’s not what this is about.

It’s about problematic insight,

Memories kept sealed tight,

Ideas that don’t feel quite right,

The type of nights,

Filled with fear and flights,

Inside the mind,

I hate those types,

But what would life be without the fight?

Can only dream to have it easy,

Even though I’m supported,

A better life is always teasing,

For those who can afford it,

But I don’t own shit,

Have a place with no floor,

And a ceiling that leaks,

Going hungry for weeks,

To try and repeat my grief,

Now I’m falling back asleep,

Just to relive my dreams,

It would seem,

I’m bit far off from my meaning,

Yet these words keep on seeking,

A little bit more sound releasing,

From the parts of me that are speaking,

It’s not about just believing,

In a better part of you,

The part meant for keeping,

It’s about finding the reason,

Repeating the problems,

Until hope stops the bleeding,

You can be free,

From all that’s inhibiting,

Your growth and your dreams,

Just follow their lead.


NV. – written on June 27th, 2018 started @ 9:02 a.m. finished @ 9:29 a.m.

No context, feel like this one speaks for itself. – SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Flying


To be a hawk,

Oh,

To be a hawk,

Oh to fly so high,

In the sky,

To be a hawk,

Flap my wings,

Try to be,

With the wind,

How it sings,

To be a hawk.

If only once,

They could talk,

Oh,

I’d ask them nicely,

Just how highly,

They like to soar,

To be a hawk,

If I was there,

We’d fly some more,

To be a hawk,

Scavenge for meals,

Oh,

To be for real,

To be a hawk.

If only once,

They could talk,

To be a hawk.


NV. – written on May 18th, 2018 started @ 10:13 a.m. finished @ 10:33 a.m.

Was hanging out with a hawk up in the sky, made me cry, don’t know why she swallowed the fly perhaps she’ll die. – SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Mending


Broke my body,
so I mend my head,
exersise the things inside my mind that make me glad,
Reveal unknown truths about you and I,
Turn around the feelings we feel right now,
Feel alive for the moment and sit back down,
Calm your thoughts and complications,
Disassociate the distractions,
While reacting to the actions,
Of a master of being plastered,
Im a dissaster,
or maybe just too revealing of what I think,
Let that sink in,
That insecurity of wheather I should say this or if someone else has said it better,
Forget it, let it go for the moment that you’re owning,
Loose control when the world has you whirling,
Winding around a wheel of emotional impressions,
And the interpretations of the people present with the sessions,
Discussing what is known and what is not for the sake of instructions,
To instruct another with the wonder we’re all blessed with,
Connect with your connections and create a new consciousness,
Never limit one another by the definitions that we’re dressed in,
Now meditate for the sake of seeking grace or some greetings,
From the deepest parts of you and the way you think the world is,
Find answers to things you didnt know you were asking,
And reacting with passion and positivity while you just keep on basking,
Flow with the rhythm that keeps the memories drifting,
Allow for new thoughts and new things to start shifting
Somber seductions of your own mind will guide you through the process,
Releaving all of your problems,
Leaving you entraced in the nonsense.
make some sense of the things that we may sense,
To interpret our reality and change it without formality
Forming functions better than bad habits and duality,
But through this discussion we can assume reprecution,
I’ll amend with the systems when I want to try and function.
Fun things are found more frequent now than ever before,
Lifes doors have opened for new people and places,
This is true for any being that seeks that same truth,
Trust when I say this can happen for you.


NV. – written on May 7th, 2018 started @ 12:06 a.m. finished @ 12:46 a.m.

Poem things

Positivity


Smile for us all and keep us dancing in the day light,

Dance in the little moments as the memories are just right,

Memorize the things in life bringing joy to your insight,

Bring peace and positivity to the people needing loves sight.


NV. – written on May 3rd, 2018 started @ 12:10 p.m. finished @ 12:30 p.m.

Rants and Thoughts

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Hey there, just throwing this out there for any fellow snap users that may stumble across this and wanna form some type of connection. My stories are generally pretty random but every now and then some drunken shenanigans are posted, along with other introspective, obscene things like art, thoughts, the ever so self obsessed looking selfies and other various thing that fancy my sense to wanna share the moments. Its snapchat, pretty simple concept to me, but mainly I would enjoy the chance to share and connect with as many people possible. This is another form of opportunity for that and I don’t see any good reason to squander it. Thank you for reading and I hope to see/ talk about life and how we got here with whomever you may be, lets just enjoy some life for a bit together. – SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Shaved


Shaving faces,
Tied my laces,
To change places,
Or change paces,
Have no car,
For the races.

Hit a tree,
With my truck,
Have our lives,
Thanks to luck,
I dont get it,
What the fuck?

Why the chances,
Why the stances,
Dont even know the dances,
Keeping track of the stats and,
Forgetting what has happened,
Can you even call this rappin?

Probably not,
But thanks alot,
Ill stay on top of,
the bad habits that I really need to stop,
Find a better way to be,
So I dont totally flop this.

I apologize for the times I failed,
Flailed my arms and whaled,
as I turned around and tucked my tail,
Theres no excuse for winding up in jail,
After 7 hours drinking then driving veiled,
It would only be my fault if we had been killed.

Now I can only move towards,
Simpler ways to move forward,
Using more than just four words,
To get my thoughts out and soar or,
Do more than just squander
The only life I can ponder.

Im trying to get back on track,
Before my life gets out of wack,
Gotta learn to attack,
All the issues at hand,
Not the bottle I cant handle,
But this life that we’re all in.

Get serious and just fall in,
Find the sin within to get rid,
Do whats right and just fit with,
Any person or place,
That come across as you chace,
To be one with the world and live in its space.


NV. – writen on April 24th, 2018 started @ 1:45 p.m. finished @ 2:58 p.m.

Shaved my…roughly 2 inch long mustache off today in light on needing some change in my life, I shall grow it back out this fall or late summer for any wondering. There was a picture of me up at an earlier point, but a face isnt necessary for a blog, with all that said…this is the result. Thank you for reading and any other forms of interaction had here, hope you enjoy and be sure to check out the others as well, share a thought if you aren’t afraid. Toodles. – SF.