"My love for words"

Have you ever looked onto a piece of richly pressed literature and thought to yourself, that a world of renown authorship could be the most extreme adventure of a lifetime. I know I have thought this statement to be true for me. Literature, knowledge and the art of creative writing has always been a love embedded into my heart since childhood. But I am only an unknown author without popularity, and not a single person has yet to read these words I post on this silly blog. Writing for me is that one thing that describes every part of who I am.. The depth which can only be drawn out through formative words hiding deep in this secret world of mine. I use to write and write for hours, until I began souring above the clouds to explore beyond life's mundane realities. My love for words exaggerates paper it seems, and who could imagine a world beyond structure, but I can. I love the structure of the english language, but for me; a description of where you are lingering in the walls of your mind paints a picture more valuable than glossy print. Maybe one day my love for words will reach beyond a simple lifelong dream, and possibly excel past a world of fast past technology..if only people would take the time to read again.

"Night Dreamer"

The thrill of day dreaming in comparison with ones reality, gives an instantaneous elevation to a world that discourages routine and normal living, thrusting you out to experience boundless imagination.

So with that in mind I have written this simple thought to share, that just as the unresponsive day dreamer imagines mountains on the flat ground inside a busy afternoon...so the night dreamer imagines a world of differently painted colors in the still loneliness of sundown. I find it safer to dream at night these days anyway. For just when I get superb inspiration, I find people constantly reminding me of my head being stuck high in the clouds and it's just about the time my pen is in search of paper. No one ever really knows what kind of dreams the heart can conger up, so its in the still of night when no one is around, is it then safe to dream. I have so many aspirations in life, that I just can't seem to get a hold of any of them... dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, all night long in utter safety, lost in a world that I wished existed trying to pull them down before they get so high that I lose all hope of dreaming again. If only someone had the ability to pull me down, and show me how to make this world a reality... for then I wouldn't spend so much time lost with no direction, being unable to touch down on planet earth in order to find purpose. I know God specifically designs every person yet, why does it seem so difficult to embrace the fact, maybe I'm different. Maybe I was never designed for a routine life with all the normality's of being boring. If someone knows please engage...For I am lost in this world of unattainable wishes.

Taming a bitter tongue...

Today, I found my heart pounding frantically out of my chest as I said the very thing I never wanted to utter out of my mouth. It was the truth I thought out of anger, and found it was nothing more then a bitter cut I had exposed to another. I wish sometimes the art of holding you're tongue was easier than fighting a raging lion inside societies cage. For people say constantly through the act of being bitter, speak you're mind don't let anyone have the upper hand when in the battle of whit. Yet I find, what's the point of whit if it's only to cut at another's character out of hurtful speech and competitive pride. Being blunt can introduce us to the excuse of right and wrong do to our escape from being loving.. There is always a time and place when the truth must be revealed with stern precision, yet there is also a time to hold back from lashing words and piercing daggers we throw in anger. So today is my day of reckoning. I have calculated the facts inside my heart and found the truth wins in the battle against my selfishness...lets withdraw from the battle field of careless pain.