They will beat you and eat you, but only if you allow them to. Who are, “they” you ask? They, are the ones, who want to see you die. They are the ones, who want to see you laying bloodied and bruised 6 feet under. They are the ones who claim to be liberated, but in actuality they are corrupted mentally and emotionally. There is no cure for those who are diseased within the spirit and mind. Only you and I can defeat these diseased fucks.
Tag: never give up
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.
Some Type of Reasoning
If you feel as though you keep hitting a brick wall in life, then there must be some type of reasoning existing behind the wall. Sometimes circumstances exist to protect you, not to hinder your progress moving forward in life. Where does this protection come from? Perhaps a holy guardian angel, also known as an inner daemon? There is no exact threshold in which this knowing can fully be attained. Sometimes there will exist periods within one’s life, which simply needs to be lived through.
Fallen Wings
It is within those fragile moments. Those fragile moments when you land face first into the dirt. You can taste the impacted dirt in your mouth. Trapped in between your teeth. The grainy taste of failure; protruding itself from the tip of your tongue. To taste and to speak words; this is the only use a tongue provides. The wings which were used to fly over your obstacles seemed to have failed you. But did they? Perhaps you were meant to face this obstacle head on, as you have avoided facing it your entire life. Another mirror, only this time you can taste the failure contained within its reflection. Wings can fly you to the greatest heights, just as they can sink you below the depths of Hades. Wings also provide protection from one’s own chains; breaking the bondage of one’s own silence from within their heart.
G.G. Kalfas 