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.

Lost Within the Scars

The toughened tissue can be somewhat tedious to pierce. Yet, it all depends upon the type of sharpened object one is using to cut through life with. Some use poetry, art, or music to cut the scars away from themselves. Others, the ones who are not yet evolved, will more than likely use hurtful and spiteful words with a raised voice, as though their weakened state of mind needs to be projected through volume, as it may give it a façade of strength. This is how the weak think within their weakened state of being. The only thing volume gives power to is an electric guitar. The weak-minded use volume and violence to project strength. Catch one of them one on one, and you will meet the most docile mouse you may ever come across. True strength, true fortification of one’s mind, lives quietly within one’s internal core; definitely not upon spewing lips of ignorance and emotional retardation. There is an old saying someone told me once, “The dog with the loudest bark get the bone first.” Just as the squeaky wheel gets oiled before the others. I completely understand the logic, yet I simply do not agree with it. In my eyes, the dog which is loud and does not stop barking, gets put down first. The squeaky wheel? You probably need new wheels. I just have a different mindset from the others out in society, who simply go along to get along. Why would you want to get along with others who do not have a spine, or even some type of standard for that matter? If this is the case, then you are simply another cog in the Control Machine’s mechanisms. Just take 5 minutes out of your life each day, and simply stand up for yourself, your morals, your values, and read a book. Social media does not constitute reading, if anything it dumbs one down, just as so many other ways of life within this realm set out to do. Cut out the scars within your mind, in order to strengthen your thought process.