Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Belie my little eye

Belie my little eye that struggles to see through lofted wants and desires. I have a longing for the outdoors, peace captured as both my body and mind mingle forward in transcendent vapors of our creation, our existence. Yet, I must remember that while there I may possess a longing for academic endeavors and greater achievement. For I must survive this fire so that my life might calm down enough to find the balance between ambition and peaceful resolution.

Oh, how right now I long for some days of merry adventures with a peaceful mind.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Holding on to a poetic mind

During my time here, I must hold on to the mystery held in the twilight, caught on silhouettes of leafy branches in the warm, humid breeze of Midwestern nights. I must hold onto the grandeur of a hike into the morning mist of Long's Peak, where my strength of mind carried the weakness of my body.

On these days, I must remember the passion-filled, painful runs during that summer where I almost lost all. I must remember the strength that I've carried into the heel hook and gaston when the stronger climber's mind failed and I was forced to do what I only thought of as impossible. (I can still feel my veins rushing from the thrill of life and conquered fear.)

In essence, I must remember the essence of my soul is stronger than what I now believe. My spirit awaits a word for its revival. With these hopeful remembrances, I lift up my now encumbered mind with how in the midst of such a glorious and poetic past that such a great future may await. In any regard, hope exists whether buried or flickering and will alight again in the presence of better days.

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Moving to the ol' cell phone

Now free to post from anywhere, maybe these posts will come with some sense of frequency.

Morning Revival:
Brush off the shackles of the past
That drag and grind against the hard, uneven surfaces of life
Then step aside from the weight of the future,
Slowly or quickly, it crushes the levity from the soul
And act now! Never is it too late.
The morning air revives us and we wake in the sweet euphoric arms of new hope.
Take a breath, the day is new again

Sunday, September 30, 2012


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