Tales from my head
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I find it hard to believe anybody anymore. Who is right and who is wrong? Who is left? We live in a world of lies and deceit. I accept that, but I really want to believe in something, and belong to something! I think I will just believe in and belong to, myself! It’s with…
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What can I say? Live well on your terms. I felt trapped in endless daysmudanely moving from play to play;eat, sleep, work, repeat;shit, the sameness of my days left me beat.I drowned my sorrow with drugs and boozeusing hopeless futility as an excuse.But this only made me lose;job, family, friends and favor.Then I did a…
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Jack and Jill were already gathering their gear when Lieutenant Miles entered the barracks. As always, he smiled broadly, almost beaming, earning him the nickname Lieutenant Smiles. ‘We need you pronto’, Smiles says, speaking without disturbing his smile. ‘Ah, good, you already know! Excellent!’, incredibly Smiles’ smile widens, ‘I’ll give you a ride to the…
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To a large extend we are formed by our experiences. At some point though we have to take charge and set the tone of our existence. A perfect life is impossible. The best we can do is to be present and put ourselves out there. Participate in life. Mingle, love, learn, laugh, screw up or…
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I saw something on YouTube that resonated with me. Nobody likes being wrong. Everyone hates making mistakes. This is often programmed into us by parents, school, friends and peers. Mistakes are highlighted, talked, laughed and cried about. Avoiding mistakes can lead to inaction. When you do nothing you cannot fail right? Wrong! Doing nothing is…
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Life is a puzzle. No, the whole world is a puzzle. When the puzzle pieces are put together correctly a picture emerges, and the puzzle is solved. Puzzle pieces are not unique, making it possible to complete the puzzle, but obscure the picture when pieces are fit in the wrong place. Just because a piece…
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Sometimes the past will not stay where it belongs. Often we find our thoughts return to past events or experiences, and it disturbs and disrupts our calm. Maybe this means that there is something to be learned from these haunting memories. If only we can separate these recollections from the accompanying emotions, enabling us to…
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When I was young, I was a bastard, and I loved it. I barreled through life often with disdain for others, selfishly seeking my own pleasure and desires. I enjoyed being arrogant, I hated being wrong. I looked out for only me, ignorant, self absorbed and shameless. This little verse deals with that self-concern. I…
Tales from my head 