You knew the truth this entire time. One can become blind, to that in which they do not want to see. Are you able to see me now? I have been righht in front of you this entire time. I am a physical manifestation of your inner expression. A truth which can never be denied, nor satisfied. I will forever linger within your yearnings. A desire tasted, but never wasted. You have been wasteful plenty of times. Almost to the point of being guilty of spiritual crimes. Remember; I do not hold judgement against others. Yet, I will hold their hearts right before their eyes, and shred it to pieces, just as I did yours before your eyes. Simon says: you lost. So now you can go fuck off!
Tag: #blogpoetry
To Be Nurtured
Dig deep. Look for it underneath the skin. In search of the remnants of what was previously lived. The new skin is not that comfortable. Not as thick as the skin previously worn. Give it time to callus. Given enough time, it just might suffocate. I have been called every name in the book. It’s funny how I was the one whom authored the book. It is a slow process. So slow it will peel the skin straight from the facia. In a strange way, we are all searching for something to connect with. Unfortunately, purpose and meaning cannot survive without a connection to be nurtured from.
A Name With No Meaning
It might be necessary to simply let go of wanting to achieve hopes, dreams, aspirations, and goals. It might be necessary to simply let go, and to live life within one’s true self. There is no external world, for hopes, dreams, aspirations, and goals to live within, as these types of paradigms only exist within the external, not the internal. I am my own internal and external. I am my own consciousness. I am my own reality. I am beginning to see just how frivolous the external world of achievement truly is. Achievement within the external is measured by what you can get, how much you can get, and how one may look within another’s eyes. What a waste of energy that is. Living one’s life, has truly become a lost artform. Not many of the others possess any type of comprehension of what consciousness truly is. It is another lost regimen, an informal specimen within the cracks and crevasses of the human soul. Life without a purpose or a goal. Living deep within a self-created hole. It is the living manifestation within fear and hesitation, which creates the worthless glorification of life’s cessations. There is no more life to live or to give, within a name with no meaning. The robin has always flown alone, searching hurriedly for his lost home. Looking for a place he can fit in, but has not found a place where he can begin. Life began a long time ago, yet Death has pulled a thread, which Life forgot to sew. Rip, torn, and spread, the life which was once lived and read. Another sarcasm, another phantasm, another reason, another internal treason. When eyes have the power and possess a taste which is sour, dirt shall be all which is left to devour. Another truth with no worth, another psychological mishap, another verbalized jaw strap. The conclusion to a life once lived. It died a long time ago, along with the goodness in me.
Back in 2018
This was the first book I published back in 2018. The title of the book, You Cannot Put a Picture in My Frame of Mind, comes from lyrics to a song I had written back in 1999. In the late 90’s to early 2000’s, I was lead guitarist for a death metal band here in Houston, Texas. Nothing ever became of the band, because I quit when I decided to check myself into a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. This book is a culmination of song lyrics, daily journal entries, and dream journal entries, which I had written pre and post sobriety. I sobered up to save my life, yet throughout the years, I sometimes question if it was all worth it. Sometimes it is yes; sometimes it is not yes. It’s interesting how life can take you to places, which you never thought you would experience. The highs and lows seem to balance themselves out: flatlining. I have no words of wisdom, or “deep” philosophical insights, which no one truly gets. I have nothing for you today, except for you to enjoy your life. If you do not experience life, it might turn on you like a rabid dog, and experience you.
Pretentious Pretending
The sounds of the sirens keep knocking. The looks from their eyes keep staring. An easy distraction, which will pull you under its spell. Basic words for basic minds. I know you don’t mind. I know you do not understand my words, wordings, or meaning. A one hit wonder that no one wonders about. A cyclops-minded type of enthusiasm, which leaves you emptied, but full of guilt. Those day have now died, along with the attention you once had. And no, you will never see it again. I know you still do not understand my words, but your pretentious type of pretending suits you the best.
Happiness
The only thing which brings a glimpse of happiness into my life is writing these blog posts.
G.G. Kalfas 