I wonder if I will continue...

I have tried writing blogs before and they never seem to amount to anything. I may have found the trick that works for me. Write that shit down in that real life, old fashioned, pioneer way of pencil and paper. I seem to be more inclined to do this when I have something physical to copy out here. We shall see.

I think I am going to envision this as a conversation with myself, no need to try and pretend that I am blogging to millions. Need to remember to keep my ego away from the driver's seat.

Anyway, I intend to figure out the rules of grammar sooner rather than later so I learn how to fucking punctuate! Alas, that material went right over my head in elementary school. New project I guess, that and actually learning poem stylezzzz.

So here is what I have come up with on this night, the evening of February 1st, in the year of twenty hundreds and fifteen.

Unseen

Disconnect and reconnect...
Put down the phone;
Reacquaint yourself with the present moment.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Iiinnnhaaalleee.
Eexxxhhaaallleee.
Inspiration strikes
in the space inbetween.
Betwixt worlds,
space,
and time.
A plethora of opportunities.
An abundance of wisdom.
Face to face with someone much smarter than you.
So please, put down the phone;
Ameliorate the situation.
Your life is calling to you,
Wake up and live.



Visualizations/Fabrications

Pay attention to Coincidence,
To a more trained eye
see...sense...feel...
visualizations become materializations.
Manifestations of your mind.
Coincidence, forever disguised.
Revelations metastasized.
But, in a sense...
I look for patterns,
they're easy to find.
Fabrication
(am I mistaken?)
of the mind.
It matters not,
I am happy.

Especially coming out of college for music, I feel an immense relief just doing something to do it, for fun. I put so much pressure on myself in school to impress others and be a good drummer in other people's eyes that I lost touch with my love of creating. I plan to keep it up, so, um, yeah...let's just keep getting pucks to the net, gettin' traffic in front, and score some goals.

Word.