The weekender

What if we considered our absolute self as only what woke up Sunday mornings?
What if every morning that we woke up for work we immersed into a different self?

I don’t want to be trapped.  The constructive self is hindered by the work self.  The grip on the bridles of creative energy relies on the absence of routine.

The motivated self is the one that moves faster than reason.  It is for that reason I make my stand here.

I want to conceptualize and create in a new medium.  I’m not aware of any medium that exists as of yet that is compatible with my style.  I chose to write because it is the next closest thing.  If I could paint or draw, I believe I could have a close bond with what I’m thinking.

I enjoy writing in that I can choose words that help indicate the appropriate meaning of what I am trying to say, and can construct an archeform that mimics the sentiment as a whole.  I enjoy the blagosphere further because I can actually interrupt conscious thought and type with my fingers without censoring my artist self.

What I want is a new medium.  I want a world where I can think and dream and share my philosophies, like the director of a film, but in a world that cautiously leads the viewer into my own domain, if only for a second at a time.  It doesn’t seem like too much to ask, but I don’t know where to begin.  Creation seems to only work on the creative.

Dreaming & Achieving

The Flax of Reverie

Have you ever had my problem,
Of getting everything you want?
It becomes too hard to bear it,
Humility fights down the pride.

Is it instead I never want what I can’t have?
Refusing the impossible task at hand
Instead of invariably being let down

Have you ever preferred to dream,
Because reality is more haunting?
When possibilities manifest and
Materialize right before your eyes

Or is it because what I truly want is only me?
If I change by my own accord the world is safe
Then my prayers aren’t another man’s regrets

What if I pursue something impossible,
Reach blindly into a bag of tiles?
When I make the best of it
It will show only how it all worked out

Fate, it seems, is only temporal to me
If I constantly remap the present
My future is always the perfect reality.