This life of ours is a short one. So, let’s look at the various options we have and try to decide if we want to settle down with a job, business and family, or wander around the planet till the end of time… For women, one thing you should seriously ask yourselves is if you want to have kids or not. Most doctors will recommend that you bear children before you are 35 years of age to ensure the healthiest conditions for your pregnancy. Unfortunately, when we go head-on into an education and career, that can take decades of our lives...
The human mind is the most sophisticated phenomenon in the world. We have created all manner of devices and accomplished countless feats far beyond the imagination of those past. Basically, we’re equipped with natural supercomputers in our heads that are more powerful than nature itself. BUT we must understand that from the time we are born there are an innumerable amount of stimuli, like television, internet, and our culture, that are fighting for our attention, attempting to motivate our behavior and shopping patterns.
I met a man years ago who was a professional real estate entrepreneur. He used to work for about eight months a year on various projects. Mostly, he bought dilapidated properties for cheap prices, fixed them up, and rented them out. He was able to set up his businesses, then go and travel for two to four months per year. He used to cycle across the continents with other friends. He biked through Europe, Africa, and when I met him he was planning on traversing all of Eurasia. He loved it! He explained to me that there was no point in going away for a few days or weeks. Travel should be complete immersion.
Sometimes, I like to write short pieces based on a specific thought. This is a fun and interesting exercise, and a good way to express myself through the Stream of Consciousness style. Below are five examples I’ve been working on, enjoy! The Eagle and the Rat An eagle swoops down from above with great speed and agility, diving to the ground like a military jet. His eyes set. His form; a symbol of perfection. His target stands carefreely, munching on plant matter, as he always does. He takes his ultimate and final munch and swallows the life-giving nourishment through his tiny little throat...
Hello happy readers, lately I’ve been having a burning desire to read all of the classic texts, so I purchased The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. I’ll be honest with you all, I have read very little so far. It’s a very big book (over 1000 pages long!). I also bought about ten other books, plus I’ve been very busy with all of the end of the year mayhem that is still happening here in Colombia. I also published my two new series The Mad One and The Greatest Party!, nonetheless, I did manage to read Bells, which is a delightful poem, if I do say so myself. I love its flowing, rhythmic, rhyming prose and deep, thoughtful, mysterious message.
I had no idea who this guy was or where the hell he came from. Dave found him somehow through his vast array of contacts. His specialty was snakes. He toured around the country with his elongated friends to add an extra amount of culture and edge to house parties and various social events. He had wavy blond hair, a transparent goatee, khaki shorts, and thick leather boots. One of my rooms was converted into a snake lover’s paradise. There were various props, branches, and edibles set up along the walls for the creatures to climb on and eat. A few rats and mice scurried across the floor waiting for their imminent deaths. The space was supposed to help people to conquer their fears.
We all know that it takes time, money and resources to create good, lasting art. Whether we’re talking about filmmaking, publishing a novel, or building a great architectural marvel like the Basilica of the Sagrada Família in Barcelona. But where would our art be if life and this world were absolutely perfect? If food fell freely from the skies.
I remember when I was a wee lad there was a cool commercial on TV attempting to promote education and such. The message was: “Knowledge is Power!” At the time, I thought that it was a wonderful idea and of course, I think there’s something to be said for learning and knowing a lot of stuff. But nowadays - things are different. We have an infinite amount of knowledge in the palm of our hands
We argue about an infinite amount of topics, some of which are crucial to life and the stability of our current system and others with an insignificant amount of long-term relevance, but they nevertheless spark debate and controversy, attracting many to endlessly discuss and argue without apparent logic, contributing to strong emotional and offensive behaviors.
I recently watched the film BLACKFISH which is a 2013 documentary about killer whales (orcas) that are held in captivity within the amusement parks; SeaWorld and other similar parks. I’ve been wanting to watch this film for years because killer whales (to me) are the most beautiful, fascinating and majestic animals that live amongst us. They are the ultimate apex predators, much more impressive and intelligent than great white sharks. Weighing up to ten tons, with complex forms of communication
Hi friends, I wrote this poem to inspire writers, but I think the lesson here can be applied to any art form or worthy work. Enjoy! When daytime turns to nighttime and the hours creep past as shadows along the walls intricate crevices I reach a place of creativity where the words begin to sparkle and shine within my mind. Traveling at hyper speeds from my brains’ stem, to the linear patterns of my fingerprints, to a sheet of white
To honor those, and the memory of 9-11, I’ve written a poem. God Bless you: I especially remember the elevator … And all of those people. The multitudes The abundance of activities The businesses and Power of that place which reached every corner was sensed in the air
Hi everyone, I've been taking a break lately from writing my ongoing saga about the incredible wandering hobo known as Hobo Joe and I've been writing poetry. Which has been quite fun and interesting. Are there any poets in the room today? Well, I'd like to share some of my work with you all. I've spent a lot of time being outdoors and observing nature, so here are some of my thoughts and reflections on the subject.
I grew up in a big city surrounded by millions of people so for me visiting the desert for the first time was like taking a trip to the moon. And for some strange reason, I have always been drawn to these vast, dry lands. I wanted to see huge cacti hovering over the line of the horizon, jagged rock formations, roadrunners, coyotes, tumbleweeds, dust clouds and rough looking desert dwellers. So, when I finally had some extra time and money, I went to the desert.
“Hey, are you ready for this!?” asked Jeffrey, smiling from ear to ear. Dressed in his usual hippy attire, with a fluorescent colored t-shirt, various wooden, clay and stone beaded necklaces, strong hiking shoes, and sunglasses so dark and funky, that he looked like he could have been a character, straight out of an animated movie. “Come in, come in,” I said...