Monday, January 16, 2017
What to do? Blog Rambles 2
What does a person do when most options have been exhausted? When you no longer feel like a part of the human race, how do you change? Everything has become a blur and very little is satisfying and rewarding. Progressively getting worse each day. If nobody wants to talk to you, then bottling up your emotions is one of two options that seem to work for me. The other, as of right now, is writing poems. I'm fully aware that writings aren't very good. I've accepted that truth, but I always write things that I enjoy. When it comes down to it, you can only create things for yourself. I don' believe you should force yourself to make something if you don't FEEL it. Instead of becoming decent at something you dislike, there is NOTHING wrong with quitting. As far as anyone knows, this is the only life we have. We shouldn't waste it by doing things that make us miserable. Whether it's something small like listening to music for a while, or something big like wanting to move. Let's take action to create a positive light in our lives. We should be the masters of ourselves, NOT someone else. I've written this before and I'm sure it will come up again, but we all should have happiness in our lives!
Sunday, January 15, 2017
LA or New York? Blog(ramblings) 1
From what I have read, it seems that in previous decades if you wanted some kind of success with your art then LA or NY was your best hope. They had the businesses to support and market the scenes in a way not many other areas could. Were the cities really all they were cracked up to be? I haven't a clue. Nowadays there are big artistic communities in several cities across the nation: Austin, Nashville, San Francisco, Chicago, Detroit, and of course the Seattle/Portland areas. I would love to know if these places are viable alternatives to the 'Big 2'. If I were to guess, I would say that they are, but to an extent. In the age of the internet, does it even matter? We can now create and share art all over the world via computers. The artist can have complete control thanks to this, which I obviously believe to be a good thing. But does it mean you can be successful living anywhere now? Thanks to the internet, it appears many folks have done just that. I believe that regardless of what somebody does, they should always seek happiness. If a person is fine with posting their art on the internet, then fantastic. If moving to another place feels like the only path, then great, just be careful.
Everyone deserves happiness in their life.
Everyone deserves happiness in their life.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
unfinished poem
I've never felt another city this cold.
Where progress is slammed shut with a resounding no.
Children and adults alike see no use in goals.
Wandering around until death, unfulfilled and old.
If you're lucky you get addicted to meth.
Rot your mind, teeth, and bones.
Having a working brain gets you into trouble.
If you veer away from the right.
You are terrorized by locals.
WZ
Where progress is slammed shut with a resounding no.
Children and adults alike see no use in goals.
Wandering around until death, unfulfilled and old.
If you're lucky you get addicted to meth.
Rot your mind, teeth, and bones.
Having a working brain gets you into trouble.
If you veer away from the right.
You are terrorized by locals.
WZ
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Blame - Poem
The beat is fast.
Engaging and loud.
The treble piercing.
The bass making the speakers bounce.
My ears can't take it.
They start to bleed.
I can't help but dance, to the funky beat.
Pull my hair out.
Grind my teeth.
Brain is overloaded.
From the song that's playing.
Makes me want to shout.
Makes me want to scream.
Makes me want to buy a gun.
Fire at random, shoot everything.
It's not only the music.
Also video games and movies.
Comics, books, and toys
And suggestive tv.
When around these crutches.
I do as they tell me.
I'll go the whole nine yards.
As a brain washed dummy.
I could pass the blame.
To friends or family.
Say no one was ever around.
That nobody loved me.
None of it would be true.
A way to scheme.
One thing I won't do.
Is accept responsibility.
Engaging and loud.
The treble piercing.
The bass making the speakers bounce.
My ears can't take it.
They start to bleed.
I can't help but dance, to the funky beat.
Pull my hair out.
Grind my teeth.
Brain is overloaded.
From the song that's playing.
Makes me want to shout.
Makes me want to scream.
Makes me want to buy a gun.
Fire at random, shoot everything.
It's not only the music.
Also video games and movies.
Comics, books, and toys
And suggestive tv.
When around these crutches.
I do as they tell me.
I'll go the whole nine yards.
As a brain washed dummy.
I could pass the blame.
To friends or family.
Say no one was ever around.
That nobody loved me.
None of it would be true.
A way to scheme.
One thing I won't do.
Is accept responsibility.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Remember This? Road To Nowhere record
This is a 12in Promo Single of the song Road To Nowhere by the fantastic Talking Heads. From the 1985 album Little Creatures. I do admit I enjoy the song Television Man slightly more though, which on the album is the song right before this one.
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