Poem things, Rants and Thoughts


I feel these entities around me,

Simply not only sounding,

Intriguing, but surrounding,

My thoughts and new findings,

While I’m not even trying,

To make contact,

Although they’ve made an impact,

There are some things we can’t take back,

After these beings bring us past,

The perceptions we are left with,

While entering the plane they exist in,

We have a chance to comprehend,

Something un found,

Something from them,

Will you touch ground,

Make peace with their teachings,

Bring a student for their preaching,

Or debate,

The parts of your mind they are breaching,

Would it be wrong to just reach in,

With the knowledge they seem deep in,

Invest in the dreams,

Or the words they begin with,

Take a breathe,

Then just feel them,

It’s over now,

They’ve sang their song,

The entities no longer belong,

In your presence,

Time for severance,

This does makes sense,

That we can all be blessed,

By the gift of a God,

The kind not tied to thought,

The kind not sought,

The kind un fought,

That also seek wrong,

Those kind belong,

The kind in this song,

Those entities belong.

NV. – written on May 29th, 2018 started @ 5:06 p.m. finished @ 5:43 p.m.

Felt some presence while maintaining a brief meditation a bit ago, something powerful. Energetic in a way that it felt as if there was a pressure against my body. This weight or bearing you could say that was surrounding me also felt as if it was changing its position, going from above my shoulders to under my knees, below my feet, under my palms. All over different prominent points of the human body, as if these pressures I was feeling were examinations perhaps. It was a powerful moment, cut short as I was trying to recognize what was going on with consciousness, before being meditative I was more or less letting whatever was happening, just simply happen, no thoughts or directive focus, just being still with life. So by trying to bring an awareness to the emergence or this pressure or feeling so you could say that I was experiencing, I believe to have either bother, disrupted or distracted what ever was seeking interaction. With a sudden sharp pain in my left top central incisor tooth, the big ones in the middle, it all ended, either my connection was broken, that being my focus or calmness. I’m not sure, but before loosing what had happened I began typing above. This was the result, I will continue meditations and if more experience tickle my sense to share things, I’ll do so. In the mean time thanks for reading, don’t be afraid to follow, like or comment, because it’s always helpful and appreciated. Bye now. – S.F.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Sweet Violence

While this man sits in silence,

He hears nothing but violence,

Noise in every millisecond,

Noise to fill every memory.

There is nothing silent about sitting in silence.





So many things to corrupt his connection,

Between focus and distraction,

To finding his reaction,

Trying to sit in silence,

He lends her his ear,

Simply being still for a moment,

And the noise starts to clear,

It bends itself into a song,

So he begins to sing along,

With the silence now so loud,

This man feels proud,

Conquering the corruption,

That silence brings to fear,

Living with the noise,

Was the happiest choice,

No mind to take hold,

No heart to stay cold,

From this now he knows,

That he can roll with the flow,

Of what some may call silence,

Now he calls Sweet Violence.

N.V. – written on May 19th, 2018 started @ 1:03 p.m. finished @ 1:30 p.m.

Have you ever been sitting in the woods trying to read a book and ever time a bird calls, a tree falls or nothing at all, and then you just read a whole page without even paying attention because the beauty in the noise when being still is just overwhelming, to me at least. I couldn’t tell you how many times I have had to re-read pages again and again simply due to being distracted by the world. Some books obviously are to entrancing that they drown out the chaos of the forest song with mental imagery and creation. But sometimes, sommmetimes, the woods are just too good to ignore. That’s what this was about, I am trying to sit and read “The History of Madness” by Michel Foucault and am currently finding these sounds to be something more necessary to give my attention to, other than those post that I am typing. But, to wrap this up, get back to the book and thank you for reading and hopefully enjoying the idea/ poem thing that my mind thought to create. – SF.

P.s. – took the picture on my IPhone X somewhere in Michigan, a little color was added to it, not much else. I wish you could hear what it sounded like during that photo.

Poem things


You should never tell a poet

that they think too deep

Or too often,

although their thoughts

may be hurting,

maybe causing damage.

Deep thought thinkers

find going deeper

a passion.

Its our pain that

brings light

to the ideas we like.

The ones unsaid

and forgotten inside

the back of your head.

So to that

I’ll think deep and

continue deeper yet.

So that I never loose

a moment of mine

I may never define.

Diving into your mind

is a cherishable thing

when it’s done right.

To me keep on thinking

think as much as you can

you’ll find a day when

you can’t think again.

The abilities a tool

to develope and unfold

our mental blindfolds.

Over think if you can

use your mentality

your mind.

Never cease to believe in

The things you can do

when opening inside.

Your thoughts are your gifts

to bring into the world

You’re able and missed.

May you understand

I am speaking the truth

The truth in my mind

straight forward to you.

Now what will you do?

NV. Written on April 1st, 2018 started @9:33 finished @ 9:54