Ghost Writer Insomnis
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True authors of the spirit (poets/writers)
LIVE for the impressionistic ideals of their moment.Whom
do you consider parched, those which just desire, or those who cannot live without an all consuming creative discipline? Those who are called survive willingly in a timeless void, both in and
out of focus. We live and breathe our Stories and poetic verse.
Refined and unrestrained; we develop the behavior of our characters' mark, forged forever by a single paradigm,
'ALL MASKS MUST COME OFF'.
No illusions of grandeur, no attempt to create the perfect from the imperfect. Genuine or indifferent, the heart speaks clearly. ... more »
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Ghost Writer Insomnis Poems
OUR EXISTENCE IS BUT A BREATH
My shadow rushes aimlessly contending with all, the ending vague, as a tree engaged in its fall. In my rebellious silence I cry, rescue the only prayer,
A LOVE WORTH FIGHTING FOR
Foolishness Breeds Arrogance, Arrogance Breeds Indifference, Indifference breeds Contempt, a Detachment from Compassion.
Light Is The Absence Of Darkness
Into the darkness or the Light Be Aware, most trip over the apparent yet still refuse to see, Some conform, some follow, death stalks but will never catch me,
MY 'THINGS' MY 'STUFF'
The truth is simple, take a humble approach when you meet the King. Pride establishes an exclusive agenda of self-reliance. No others can enter the domain of self, not even God, unless of course you let Him in. You are your own king and reign in a territory of your own making. How's it working for you? Does the king possess all he desires? When your heart is complete and you possess all you can possibly hope for, give me a call and we'll talk; until then an honest assessment will bring clarity. You are never more alone then the time wasted gathering what you will never keep. 'Things' and 'stuff' you accumulate today, will be scattered and useless by tomorrow. Ever watch a kid playing video games? He will have dozens tossed all about, and still tell you He's bored. Same premise in life once you get older, just bigger toys. All you believe you own will eventually own you. What do you possess that won't be left behind? Funny, the importance achieved by having 'things' will never compare to the time you gave up helping someone in need; the look in their eyes, the shake of their hand, the friendship integrity brings. By helping others, You will never be alone again. When you were a wee tot did you not have the most fun playing games with your friends, and even sharing your 'stuff' for the games. Same premise later in life, an island is beautiful only when you have someone to share it. Pride is a lie. It will always help you negotiate a plan to side-step the land-mines of sin; remember Lucifer. He was allowed total reign over the gifts God gave him. Pride set in and so did his Fall. Where pride is you will also find rebellion, both of which create a barrier for others in your life. Your greatness or lowliness is God’s decision.
PRIDE THE IRONY OF DECEPTION
REBELLION THE MASK OF HATRED
We all search a venue in life for the eternal wherein all questions find resolution. Life is experience, the creation of wholeness from brokenness. The alleged finality of death, serves only to bring forth new life without end, and ultimately deaths destruction. We struggle with the past toward an ongoing and unforeseen future. How clearly familiar the vision becomes, the seduction of the old nature in a battle for the gift of your soul; akin to prey being unaware of a predator. The stealth of the attack seduces those who refuse to relinquish their rebellious heart. Your are being systematically toyed with as the blade draws closer to your neck.
BOTTLE OF COKE AND A SURPRISE
About a month ago, stopped into the local Supermercado on my way home from work. I picked up some Mexican freezee pops, guacamole, etc, etc, and there big as life, in the middle of the store, stacked up to the sky, was this awesomely large display of (you guessed it) Mexican Coca-Cola the real - real thing. No ga-geetz in these bottles, just pure unadulterated, the real deal, Coke.... I couldn't wait to crack one open, only.77¢ a bottle. I carefully grabbed and placed (no boxes or cases of course for this unadvertised special, just display plastic) 20 glass bottles of Coke (the elixir of life) into the cart and made my way to the check out. HOT evening outside and I wanted nothing more than to blast open a Mexican Coke and pour it over ice, AAAAhhhhhhh. Sorry, an A.D.D. moment, ok back to the story.
THE DARKEST OF WARS
BE CAREFUL NOT TO TRIP OVER THE APPARENT, CONFORM AND FOLLOW NAIVE, STAND OR FALL FOREVER. THERE IS A CALL, FOLLOW OR LEAD, THE BLOOD OF LIFE SET YOU FREE.
COME WITH ME FOREVER
Beyond the stars is proof our vision is finite. Infinity is proof our journey goes on˛ forever! ! God is proof there is no limitations! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL OF MY LIFE
You are the Strength of my soul, always on the run. I have Loved You all of my life, for We share Destiny. Never been Irresolute questioning motives for actions undone, Your eyes reveal A Love with condition, while you rest in me...
I AM THE TROUBLED ONE
An eerie event, an interlude taken place somewhere between barely conscious thought and REM, typically in the dread of night. Be aware of illusive confrontations, for in the absence of light darkness casts no reflection. Your enemy is on the prowl. A creepy stillness gradually envelops me, as I descend further into obscurity; overcome and overdone by yet another day of illusive thought.
DARKNESS SURRENDERS TO THE LIGHT
Can you discern the freedom of unbarring your soul to the only One who asks nothing in return, but love. What can we offer back but our trust and fears? One day we will weep no more for we will have given Him both unashamedly. Truth creates a meaning for our dreams. Ask the questions I may have missed. Write, scribble, highlight, document, journalise, whatever! Get the point across! Do not allow limitations, for life will not hesitate to pass you by.
Consider no stipend monetary or otherwise; Nothing is worth the regret of ultimate compromise?
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OUR EXISTENCE IS BUT A BREATH
My shadow rushes aimlessly contending with all,
the ending vague, as a tree engaged in its fall.
In my rebellious silence I cry, rescue the only prayer,
Pride dictates ”Do as you will”, the ultimate nightmare.
Some call me The Wayward Traveler, just passing through,
on a journey to forever, no map, not even a clue.
A brilliant sycophant, lost in my pain is the memory of your smile,
contend for your time, how divisive the trial, how distant my mile.
Before I am called gone - in existence no more,
a story to behold, mind Who’s knocking at the ...