In a cave lay hidden
The secrets of old
Our life drawn from its roots
And our being grown from its trunks
We are the mystics of nature
Descendants of a singular emotion
Stored deep within the mold
But unity has embraced us
We no longer need to follow its creed
yet our hatred will never vain
As we grow into the hold
Interests should be few and far between
But the world cannot be understood
From one school of thought
Or a single study
But a multitude of ideas
Shared and expressed through time
We see the world through the eyes of the few
Yet, experiences it through the eyes of the many
Thoughts made by those free of conflict
We want to be remembered
Go deep inside your mind
And let it be empty
Find your own answers
Your goal is set
You know what needs to be done
But something keeps you from doing it
These are your enemy
You battle them when you don’t think
When you do nothing
You need to
Otherwise the enemy will take you over
Turning your life into a downwards spiral of mediocrity
Dead by heart
To anyone who cares, sorry for having been away for a while. I’ve been in a mental drought lately and I think I know why.
Whenever I wrote a story it was often without a strategy or a plan and I just dove right into it. In other words, I didn’t know what I was doing.
But after some reflection and research, I found there are two essential things one should consider before beginning your story; (1) You need a clear backstory to develop your character’s motives and; (2) you need to have a clear problem which your protagonist want to solve from the beginning. In essence, if your beginnings don’t make sense your endings won’t either.
So, knowing this, I developed my own approach; (1) when I get the idea I write a very rough draft with as few details as possible and; (2) then I ask myself the why, what and how questions to create substance; (3) Then I edit and rework the story until I’m satisfied.
Having this structure and strategy have been immensely helpful to lean on and I feel that I can start working on my projects again. Hence, I’ll finish a story that has been incomplete for a looong time, the sci-fi story, “Colony Sane”.
Because of my now found focus, however, there won’t be as much poetry posted here as it used to, but I’ll definitely continuing posting some once in a while.
Again, to anyone who cares, thank you for sticking by and I promise to fill this site with quality writing once again.
People are not created equal. Some born earlier than others, some with a head start to greatness. Such people can be found as they are the fast learners, the ones that knows certain things by heart.
They have done this before, they know what needs to be done. And so, they move ahead of us, in death. When death comes, the mind doesn’t simply start over but gives such a person a head start in their new life, by which to find themselves.
This cycle repeats until, the fateful day, when all is clear and they are ready to take on the world stage. They have become what they were supposed to be. Having lived countless lives to find themselves.
They became one of the few greats that will be remembered in history.
In the deepest chasms
At the highest peak
Where neither here nor there
Up or down
I shall seek
Step by step he climbed the stone stairs that reached towards the heavens; blocks forged by an unknown maker – an unknown civilization – in the Latin American jungle. Taking a breath to rest, James marveled at the precision the blocks had been placed. Without cement, or anything else to bind the structure together, they have managed to build something to stand the test of time. It was truly doing more with less; creativity fueled by limitation.
How they were able to build such magnificent structures with simple stone tools was simply baffling. As he stroke the stone blocks that had turned green after centuries of neglect, James felt the sun’s warming rays on his neck as it rose above the trees.
It was another day, another opportunity to unearth the mysterious of this place. For so many years they’d believed the Aztecs and the Mayans were the creators of the pyramids, when in reality, there was another people predating them both – the architects of the entire Mesoamerican world.