Gust Of...

The wind picks up,
the smell of sawdust lofts through my head.

I walk through the dusty workshop and examine all the dusty tools and scrap pieces of wood.
To build is to create, but to also create you must destroy.

Destruction is a process of consuming things to eventually create new.

Birth>Growth>Wearing Down>Death>Destruction>Rebirth>Re-build

A gust of...

something new,
something awakening,
something...

that will give way and break away these feelings

Self-Proclaimed Inhumanity

speaking words of wisdom only gets you so far in life.
talking of ancient stories past only reveals part of the truth.

leave your inhibitions at the door and run to the streets.

the martyr's scream for blood and sacrifice,
the activists protest for peace and love.
the religous scavangers preach of insecurities.

blood, its the fuel to passion.

leave your self-proclaimed inhumanity in the bedroom.

we are not here to watch,
we are not here to smell,
we are not here to touch.

we are here to create.
create that which is broken,
that which is lost.

your secrecy has clouded your mindset and you are blind to the truth of what is really reality.

take a look in the water.

3 seconds now.

take a breath.

.....

and learn to live.

The Slip.

is much greater than the fall.
catch me?

i'm waiting to fall into open arms.

Cold.

The cool summer breeze rolls across the water and slaps against my face.
Standing on the edge of the rocky crevase I look unto the intlet's greenish-blue hues of water and silt.
The building before me is our cabin.
To the down street.

The abandoned city in a building.

A theater we found upon entering.

A city lived here.

Bars, markets, theaters, bowling alley's.

A literal city in under one roof.

Now abandoned and empty.

My voice echoes off the walls.

Pure Silence.


-Dr. Jared Michael. Sent with care from my BlackBerry®

I Met Man The Other Day.

And he said to me.
I am but a simple human in the rat race of life.
But you on the other hand.
Are an extraordinary creature of light and darkness.
A balance of two forces, in complete unison.

Please join me in my office he said to me.
I gladly followed.

He sat me down.
I said.
Make me beautiful.
He didn't do that.
He made me God.

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Welcome.

You are probably wondering what this blog is about.
Correct?

Let's try to dissect the ideal of what this is.

-It is an expression of random thoughts and poetic sayings that i tend to formulate.
-It is a renovated expression of my poetic justice, and insecurities to be formulated into words instead of video or paragraphs.
-This is not a ranting blog. Its an expression of my poetic side that i keep hidden.
-It will include typically short to very detailed poetry & potentially short stories.

-These are my views & ideals from a hopeless romantic, hence the title.
-These are the ramblings of a mass of human flesh and emotion, yearning to express itself and prove that it is a real human.

-This is Jared.