Poem things

100 Years


Got into it real young,
I’m obsessed.
Been at if for too long,
I’ll digress.

Two little simpletons,
A small town.
Just wanted to be something,
Or be known.

Got mixed up one afternoon,
Arms around her chest.
Didn’t know what we’d go through,
Who knows the rest?

Falling in love can be unreal,
The kind in songs.
At first sight she was a steal,
She could belong.

Nevertheless we’ve had our tests,
And so much more.
You know at times we’ve been a mess,
That’s what tryings for.

All true love story’s have their pain,
Like their bliss.
It’s what we loose that’s let’s us gain,
And never miss.

She’s had my heart now,
For a decades time.
I really always love how,
I could make her mine.

In the all those times we parted,
I would live so blind.
Forgetting where I’ve started,
And where I’ve put my mind.

But while we are together,
Things seem so clear.
Holding on to that forever,
Give me 100 more years.


SF – written on July 21, 2018 started @ 5:46 p.m. finished @ 7:00 p.m.

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Poem things

Tin Roof


Curse this tormenting tin roof.
For it corrupts my connection,
It also leaks and crooks.
As I sit and try to read,
I find no peace in my books.


NV. Written a few weeks back in the beginning of July 2018.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Rant #3 – Growing

Enter,
Growing daily like my peppers,
Send her,
Back to the beginning,
Where you met her,
Never,
Let that be true,
Because you,
Know it would be too,
Cruel,
Fool,
Step into position,
Then you rule,
School,
Dropped out because I couldn’t chew,
Threw,
All the repercussions,
That I knew,
To,
Be coming my way,
One day,
Changed,
I did not want to pay my way,
To an education,
That I did not see great,
They said,
“Please participate”,
“Study, it’s okay”,
I say,
No way,
Here I am today,
No papers to validate,
The thing that I contemplate,
Great,
If not for the world,
Then what is it all for,
Doors,
Open them all,
Or you’ll choke on your,
Ability to evaluate,
What you intended to reciprocate,
In the first place,
Close all the doors,
After you swallow their lore,
It’s something to adore,
Not a chore,
War,
Or bore,
That to you,
I can assure.


NV. – written on July 9, 2018 started @ 6:42 p.m. finished @ 7:09 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Contemplating Comfort

Seeing comfort and carelessness,
Caress anxiety and impression-less,
Situations that fill the rest,
Of an empty mess,
In a burial ground,
For thoughts in test,
Or times to bless,
So that we forget less.

But what’s to blame,
Is the my last name,
The games we played,
The towns we tamed,
The nights we raid,
The sounds un-sang,
One way or another,
We both get payed,
Or laid,
By the grief and satisfaction,
In the moments of our reactions.

When we blast back,
To see our backpack,
Of problems and potential,
To see how essential,
It is to manage your mind,
Appreciate your time,
And sustain the relatable,
Undebatable creational,
Representation,
Of your self and more.

It is easy to loose yourself,
In the lonliness of openness,
Or the helplessness,
Of pretentiousness,
For its a bottomless chest,
Filled with the unimpressed,
Zest-less messed with,
Undefined guessing,
Designed for undressing,
Molten memories,
Masked for mistaking.

Its all a changing,
Sightless and hopelessly,
Forgetful happening,
That is beginning to exsist with me,
Even though we’re divided clean,
My thoughts are still tormenting,
As I’m told to be expressingly,
Open to anything,
As if reality has found a seam,
To the dimensions of my dreams.

Now caught in a scene,
An acted misery,
Or a faithful blistering,
Battle with what i mean,
As i write these dreadful pleas,
To contract a little glee,
Now I’m free,
As i enter the limiting,
End to simple deeds,
This is me,
Expressing whole heartedly,
Investing all my needs,
In art and poetry.


NV. – written on July 8th-9th, 2018 started @ 9:47 p.m. on the 8th, re-visited and finished on the 9th from 3:57-4:46 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Controlled


We the people will learn,

Find new ways to earn.

Live by our own standards,

Not be controlled by you bastards.

A distraction for this,

Here, read down the list.

A distraction for that,

Like is fucking roulette.

So many forms of subliminal messaging,

Soon enough there will be a reckoning.

If they built an illusion of choice,

Then we are here to make some noise.

Massacres in mind blowing numbers,

You’d think we’d be encumbered.

To many problems with our history,

That they just erase thing off the lists you read.

Let’s manipulate the many rates,

Suppress us until we complicate,

The better parts of the system,

The one we all live in.

We can change the future,

But when you try they shoot ya.

One country,

Any love, see?

Wanna run?

Your inability has only just begun.

More ways to stack debts,

That ways to cash checks.

That’s a mess,

Controlling us likes it’s fucking chess.

I won’t have it,

Can no longer stand it.

I demand to see change,

In this place I was made.

Didn’t choose to be here,

But I see that it fears,

A little mental expression,

Now come and try your repression.


NV. – started sometime in May of 2018, finished @ 11:01 p.m. on June 20th, 2018.

This is America.

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

Mad Libs

Residing within our contemplations,

Reminiscing during conversations,

Congregations,

Can’t contain the situations,

Salivating over somber intuition,

While on a conquest towards inhibition,

Are these introverted individual indecision’s?

Maybe convoluted convenient corrections,

Cursing the sadness left behind during madness.

Madness,

Now it’s the last thing on my list,

Madness,

Seems a whole lot like mad libs,

Filling empty spaces with random combinations,

Of funny things to envision.

Now I’m fishing,

For deeper thoughts,

Longer talks,

Sunset walks,

Anything to choke down my faults.

Madness,

It’s about damn time we end this,

Madness,

Don’t know how this happened,

But I’m glad I had it,

Over turned it’s status,

Now our madness,

Is encased within happiness.

NV. – June 16th, 2018 started @ 9:30 p.m. finished @ 9:50 p.m.

You’ve just got to believe in what matters most to you sometimes. All that is meant to be will be and that is beauty at its finest, let the bad be bad, the good be great and participate in anything that makes you feel just as amazing as the feelings you’re searching for. Take care. – SF.

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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.

Rants and Thoughts

Snapchat advertisement because why not, lets be friends somehow.



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

Being


I will change who I am,
Again and again,
For I have never felt confortable,
within my own skin.

This person that I’m in,
Does not have to be me,
I can re-write my mind,
And rid my envy.

Have you ever felt free,
When watching one another,
Seeing the parts of you,
Found in someone other.

Thats what I feel,
Everytime I see someone,
Find success in their dreams,
Or a newly found loved one.

It is no longer jealously,
Nor bothersome beliefs,
That fuel the fire,
Burning inside of me.

I will learn from the best,
Study their lives,
Forge one for me,
Then co-exist with the lies.

This is not about fame,
Nor fortune or rights,
I have my own goals,
To see all the sights.

I will be all the beings,
All beings could be,
Learn all the knowledge,
To live happily with me.

So obtain all you can,
Find all that you wish,
Then at the end of our lives,
It will be you that they miss.


NV. – written on April 17th, 2018 started @ 2:10 a.m. finished @ 2:50 a.m.

Thank you for any and all support, feedback or anything traffic whatsoever, it is seeing those numbers that ensures me someone might hear these words someday, maybe feel something inside that I have felt when reading others work. I wish only to bring any expressions I can forward to help guide people into their own light inside. I may not be great, nor fancy or fresh, but what I can assure anyone still reading this, is that I put out perhaps not the best work possible for myself, but the very most honest, in the moment, blink of an eye type feelings to each piece of work. Without holding back where they go or might lead, I try not to plan or be prepared, if something hits me. You’ll see it. Hopefully this helps me or others in return. Please leave a comment or follow if youd like, I am always up for convorsation. Thank you for your time, I know it is valuable. -SF.