11:11

Alter​,​ make/​becom​e diffe​rent,​ adjus​t,​ adapt​,​ amend​,​ modif​y,​ revis​e,​ refin​e;​ resha​pe,​ refas​hion,​ redes​ign,​ resty​le,​ revam​p,​ rewor​k,​ remod​el,​ reorg​anize​,​ reord​er;​ vary,​ trans​form,​ trans​figur​e,​ trans​mute,​ metam​orpho​se,​ evolv​e;​ tweak​,​ docto​r,​ rejig​,​ permu​te.​

MAKE IT NEW

Or we all fail to exist​ in the ongoi​ng chang​e aroun​d us. For we all begin​ and cease​ in the foreg​oing chain​ of dodde​ring life.​ 

Wake up! 🙂 Seize​ the New Annum​!​!​!​

Square One.

Jumble upon jumble of concepts shroud what has been, or what could become of my life. Reflection; much like the resemblance of a still rivulet can be seen without deterrence. On the other side of the riverbank, mire and murk conceal the water’s clarity. Life has not always been perfect. There has been a persistent progress leading away from it. Day-to-day temptation. Day to day flickers of a body ebbing away. We are not forever. However, we are not forever without Him. 

Thus, I am going to create a series of poems. Within these stanzas there will be a depiction of beginning to end. Moderate chronology in between. These poems will be my view. Annals of life. I can’t fully convey, and I will admit, because I have lived the tiniest fraction of my life [God willing]…But I can dream. I can ponder. I can convey. The set will begin with “Square One” and end with “Squared Away”. The first batch of the series;

Square One

Cascade from the universe. 

Twilight and nebulas cradling the departure from the celestial patriarch’s domicile. Where angels intone the extraordinary; praising of Him.

Oh how to be, led by the light and the melody.

Immaculate–

Surreptitious genesis. 

Preconceived meditation versus literally conceived; the latter precedes after harboring inward. 

Love’s commitment allows paternal and maternal instincts to creep from the woodwork.

Oh how to be, shepherded by the passion and intimacy.

 

Nine month abyss.

How short a duration, collateral for the strenuous or abstruse flight at the fore.

Nestled into acceptance. Bestowal from beginning.

Oh how to be; immediate treasure to the family.

Befouled–

Existentialist navigator.

Doomed art thou, for the fruit has been pillaged; despoiled as cunningly as the foe tempts.

Tip-toeing amid the transgression. Water rippling, placidity destroyed and mended henceforth.

Oh how to be, free but on the tether of destiny.

See what eye see

Merry Christmas

Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy

I hope each and every one of you were encased with the joy that is Christmas. May you all have had a blessed and splendid holiday, as did I. Just a little summary of the beginning of the day to the end. new camera isn’t half bad!!!

One thing I know.

G O D  W I L L  P R O V I D E.

To the point;

Life on friction to decelerate my brain

The carbon monoxide can’t take my breath away.

Softly, incandescently, RISE UP. Brush the coated grime; thundering lines etching a hatchet mark indent; in the mind’s eternal dwelling

 

•To Love.

•To Suffer.

•To Think.

Unintended Recycling.

 

Sitting here in Taylor books on a mundane and rainy Tuesday. Occupied by Lauren with the only sounds of the brewing of the coffee machines, the tinkering of keys hitting upon companions’ laptops…On a day like today; I write. I miss writing so and the opportunity of release. Open the floodgates:

Ajar, and affixing the departure of what was previously assumed to be padlocked. 

With the bleak overlay of hues found in what should be the darkest of tint, a manic sort of interference is subdued with a tranquil outstretch of benevolence. 

Safely kept, inward looking out; the minimal deluge has no heartening hospitality. All nature with wings has mounted and rightly gone afar, sharing relative mindsets among the humane uprights bustling below–taking reside in a dry lodging.

Condensation and steam fume the be-speckled windowpane; the same sort of ethos as the interior of my own tea cup. Brewing from within a creeping coziness. Charity is designated to make one feel as intended; out of harm’s way and a contribution to a cause greater than the initial commencement.

On a day like today there remains no permanent intention. Just to be. Trickle through the hour, upon every hour. Like the rain above, we descend with a manifested lingering. We reside upon various mediums on the earth; we evaporate we endure until recycled through the air again. Mist follows, and the spirit of the drizzle glosses over the warm ones who dwell another day.

Noel.

JOY TO THE WORLD AND DECK THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF JINGLE BELLS ALL THE WAY IN A MANGER NO CRIB FOR A SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO A LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM WHERE I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS ON THE FIRST NOEL WHERE THE ANGELS DID SAY ON THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW ON THAT O HOLY NIGHT!!!!!!!

Start up the car!

Today today today, I’m beyond happy to be going with one of many of my dear loves, Kristin. She’s going to be showing me the ropes of Marshall [can’t beat WVU, but nonetheless I won’t show dislike because well…I don’t dislike haha]. Nevertheless I’m glad to be going with her;

❤ oh, and seeing my best bud Isaac too!!!

YEAH!!!!

Internal Metronome.

One beat. Two Beats. Three Beats. Four Beats.

 

Swells, ticks, weeps, cherishes, heavy, light, co-working hand-in-hand with the conscience, sustains, ordains, is always open, safety net, used to disappointment, used to miraculous blessings, stabilizes, tranquilizes, paralyzes, comforts and radiates amatory. 

 

Breaks.

Mends.

Patches.

Wears.

Breaks.

Mends.

Until how long the strain?

Until how long will the beat keep?

Until how long will it mind the gap?

 

Fade, Deteriorate, Terminate.

Also, please listen to Postcards From Far Away – Coldplay