#mentalhealthmonday #mentalhealthawareness You should be embarrassed.You should be uncomfortable.You should be painfully aware of all of your inadequacies and shortcomings, and they should torment you when you see them. They should make you angry.They should make you want to be better.They should make you want to work harder to be the person that you are … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 09.18.23
Neon pyramids. Neural net sky. Albion sinks below, an acolyte above. Surface of the sands, once as smooth as glass, broken now, like the shards of a shattered heart. Who will smash the hourglass? Who will be the one when the time comes? To speak first with the last, and be over the horizon … Continue reading The Hourglass
We used to hit the corners tight and on the inside. Stand out in the rain and wait for the sunlight to filter down to us from between the buildings. Deep in the alleyways, we knew places where the sun never touched. Hidden, gutter slums that never saw a green thing. We used to … Continue reading Corner of Hope
Creeping along that razor’s edge. Insect steps on a spider’s web. So much going on in my head, I just lay awake in bed. Sleep in the day and wake in the dark. Time to get praying when the thinking starts. The seconds and hours seem so far apart. It didn’t used to be … Continue reading A Smile in The Morning
Ask me why I’m awake. I guess I could seek for an answer. A voice called me from my dreams into this world for some reason. Run the body, break a sweat. Push that new ritual, and when I’m spent, realize that I haven’t been awake in a long time. Cold shower comes. No … Continue reading Cold Shower Comes
Bathe in forgiveness. It rolls down tumbling mountains and washes the body clean. Soul succor. Pour out those viscous elixirs that eddy up in our backwaters and show, once again, the pitcher clear. Cause and effect. No one thing happens without another, and forgiveness is much the same. It is in a crevice at … Continue reading Springs Eternal
Things fade along the edges. The closer I come. to clarity, the faster it burns. Overexposed, light pollution, photon poisoning. Waking up in a state of terrified and total confusion. One foot still in the dream, the other off the bed, looking for the floor, getting ready to run. Calm down, it is just … Continue reading The Waking Edge
Stretch arms wide to try and catch the stars. Pupils dilate trying to let all the light in in the dark. It all makes sense in the quiet of a late summer night. Shedding the frenetic skin of the flowering season for a new harvest. Shortly, we will be forced to don our humility. … Continue reading A New Season
Getting it through my head. Old ideas die on the vine, strangled by new desires, open eyes, and pretty lies. Take some time to get there. A slow and easy ride. New companions join me as we take the next horizon. Turns out I’m not the only one trying to fix what I have … Continue reading Thick Skull Teaching
Moving energy from my past, into my future. From my future, to my present, to my past. Matter is but energy defined, and it cannot be created, nor destroyed. I exist then, as I do now. I exist now, as I will then. The energy that is me now, is then, and then, and … Continue reading Time Intrinsic
Dark mornings come. Such a funny way to hope. Coffee ground and you’re down on the upside again. Shiver as the air gets colder. That warm bed calls you, but it’s a lonely kind of solo. Stare out the window that reveals nothing, but darkness and Polaris calling. A few more minutes and it’s … Continue reading Polaris Calling
Speak truth, and conquer on. Master the self. Harness the dawn. Time is short, so prepare for a winter campaign. Live will and may long be your reign. Break the grip of time upon your soul. Cut the cords those liars would put on you to control, and live in light until your dying … Continue reading The Conqueror
https://patreon.com/user?u=35368058 I have decided to put up a Patreon page, so that people can support the blog, the podcast, and other creative endeavors I have kicking around in my head. If you feel like supporting, you can do so through the link above. Subscribers will receive access to exclusive content, and access to video content … Continue reading Patreon Page
https://youtu.be/K-dfikVfBcw?si=j3tDPSrMCnt80jKV Well, shit. Looks like I never did share Episode 1 of The Grey Range Podcast, with Mike Rak. Mike is a martial arts instructor, and firearms instructor, a good friend, and a lifelong student of all things savage and wonderful. Lucas Orich joins me as co-host on this interview, as his relationship with Mike … Continue reading The Grey Range Podcast – Ep. 2 w/Mike Rak
Ask me if it’s enough. I’ll tell you it never was. Summer’s gone and we’re still going strong, at least it seems that way to us. Deep down, we both know we’ve missed the stars at night, and all those sins we take in will never be satisfied. Another July burned, and August turned … Continue reading Summer’s Gone
Curious. Never fell into uniform. Row house tan, ubiquitous. Clever one undone. Caught up in the rise and fall. As long as night comes our lives are all tidal. Try as I might, burn bright, but always lose my lighter. Stone streets, forlorn in the pre-winter atmosphere. Is being different more important than just … Continue reading Tidal
It isn’t what you think. Dismiss it, oh, so easily. Either a daisy, or a rattlesnake. Neither one contemplated. The flower exists in the field, and the eye notes its color. The serpent lives out in the same place, its colors keep it concealed, and you disregard its existence, until you hear it, out … Continue reading Where it Lives
I can’t do this numb. Day to day, feeling stupid, dumb. Fade away on every single one. Don’t want this anymore. Yeah, I’ve seen some. Sweat it out. The cold up north don’t touch the heat down south. Brown water town. No one forced the words in my mouth, but I drink them down. … Continue reading Brown Water Town
#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness It's become more and more apparent to me that isolation and segregation are detrimental to my health. When I silo in on my own for too long, I end up lazy, depressed, terminally online, irritable, and boring. It used to be that I could spend days in isolation with only a good book, but … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 09.04.23
To tell the truth and wound myself and everything around me, or sow a garden of bullshit flowers and smile. Fingers rest upon the keyboard, tongue ready to push out victory, or heresy. A riddle of the world might ask, “If all our ties that bind are more truth that lies?” Falsehoods interbreed with … Continue reading The Liar and The Knife
