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A Sleeping Witness

Dreams are the harbingers of prophecy. They are the conscious decisions made in a world of subconscious space. Within each wafting glide of wind and dust, sand and religion collide in trust—deciphering visions of abstract states, encoding tomorrow’s future with the promise from a forlorn and forgotten state.  Application of belief transforms the deepest realm—where the flickering sands of altered terrain become placemats for each inspiration we awake unto.


While the many doors we traverse abed, may never unhinge their paths, momentum, nonetheless continues forth, where through such forward action, thrust upon this life’s fate, our nerves becalmed by the understanding and the knowledge, that no matter the hardships our physical beings must bear, our minds shall persevere—each strain of burden and every stress of fractured straits—the tumults ever hovering near, creating an alleviation of sensation and a today that serves as bridge, between a bountiful future and each impossibility our yesterdays had just explored.


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Man leads wisdom about by its hogtied verisimilitude. Brigands meander about adjacent stars.  Destiny is often confused with the random functioning of a mismanaged wherewithal. Shape is easily upended by the dampening of one’s own box spring. One must ponder greatly when a circumstance of such carelessness is overtly available for examination. The proof becomes tainted by the thoroughness of an investigator who awakens solely for the thrill of the impossible puzzle.  Such an adversary is worthy of a true opponent, one disguised in the wares of a master tradesman, intent to keep his cache veiled and unacknowledged.

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Corroded veins breed contaminated circulation, a tainting that begins with bereft corridors of tampered complacency and ends, after an excruciatingly devolving revolution of unhappy pursuits often confused with oblivion.  The validation of end-laced deportments, bludgeon clean the all too delicate levers of supine vacancy. Time then offers us a parable.  A poor excuse for solidarity when unleavened vines ever-captivate the wandering directions of the slipknot’s integral mind.

Some Simple Wisdom

Many have pondered what it would be like to have enough money to buy anything that they could ever want.  Many arrive upon the notion that they cannot fathom such a position as actually coming to fruition.  However, the answer to such a quandary is actually fairly simple. Having enough money to buy anything you could ever want is a task easily handled by simply wanting less.


It is typical that man is born with an innate gift and/or ability.  However, oftentimes man refuses to acknowledge such a present and therefore, action must be taken to lead man towards what he was born to do.  If someone is extremely capable with his right arm, yet chooses to deny the capabilities he possesses, an intervention often takes form.  Instead of disabling the right arm, it is of a more caring and generous nature to strip man of his left, therefore leaving him with no other option but to utilize that which he has been blessed with.



Imagine an ordinary black marker.  Now imagine that, in your hands alone, you can take that ordinary black marker, and trace the outline of a door.  You can do this anyplace at all.  Next, in whatever position within the outline that you choose, draw a doorknob. Then, imagine that you grab the handle of this doorknob that you have just drawn.  Go ahead; open the door.  Now, imagine that beyond the door frame, within this new place you have just linked to the world you currently live within, reveals your perfect utopia.  This utopia has every dream, wish or desire that you’ve ever thought upon, from infancy to dreams you’ve yet to fancy.  Within your utopia, life is perfect, everything is ideal and you are infinitely filled with a happiness that words could never pay the proper respect to.  Okay, now open your eyes and realize, you are the marker and you alone can find your own way to your version of paradise.  Nobody but you can provide this utopia. Certainly, there will be others involved, yet, in the end, it is you and your belief in what you as your own marker can draw, knowing that there is no limits to what dreams you can achieve.  So, be your own marker and draw away.

Choice and It’s Subsequent Pathways

The avenues we travel in life are never identical.

Some are paved, some tarred.  Others leave their stones unturned,

awaiting flight from vehicles capable of excessive speeds.

The roads we wander are often forked,

leaving direction up to individual choice.

No matter how confident we are of the path we have chosen,

there remains a lingering of doubt; an internal emanation,

that no matter which choice has been decided upon,

there is a casting of opinion rendered unto the self,

which succinctly states, albeit irrationally crafted,

that any of those other possibilities,

would’ve produced a more amenable destination.