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Age Old Idiom


In necks of the woods the phrase can be heard often “Running on Fumes”. This has always lead those to believe that other’s are just plain tired; yet there is so much more to it.

Lying in bed at night, your eyes heavy yet you can’t fall asleep. The mind us just too wound up to turn off. Rise in the mornings where you’re asked how you are and how did you sleep. All you can say in return is “I’m still tired”.

Those who then hear this phrase from someone’s lips dare them to explain themselves. “Why are you tired, you’re to this or that to be so tired”; not understanding there is much more behind this idea.

The body attached to the mind and back around again. To be mentally exhausted causes physical exhaustion in turn. One must be able to fully rest the mind in order for the body to follow.

So what fumes are we running on indeed, fumes of spent life, stressful existence and hectic waking dreams that withhold rest from our bodies and minds. Or are we running on the fumes of an idea never fully realized to be understood, but it sounds about right to be turned into a common saying…

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The Last Book


Open the cover it’s the final one you’ll ever open. Feel the crisp clean pages between your finger tips as you ruffle the pages through.

See the many words left to read, yet know that it’s the last book you’ll ever read the recorded knowledge of. All the books of the world have been exposed to you. Your mind now full of every written text known to man. You are a living text, a tome to the testimony of thoughts and inspiration both great and small.

Open has your mind ways been to the complex as well as the simple. You began your trek years ago as a child. Now as an elder in life, you have come to the last bit of knowledge there is left. What could this last work be about, could it be an epic story of love and loss or a tragic story of comedy taken wrong. So many possible outcomes your eyes look over the starting words again and again.

Yet, something is different this time you seek not to dive right in. You hesitate to read each chapter quickly making a normal mad dash to the books end. For this is not a work of horror, fiction or fantasy. This book the last book is the story of you, will you be able to re-read your own body of work. Will you dare to hold off on your last such read…?

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Rose from the Sea


Searching thieves looking at a map for the ultimate treasure. Following closely the one’s who know the truth of it’s secrets. Look in the night a wish granted a beam of light, a sky portal shows the way along the silent waves of the chilled water and night air.

By dawn the sun rises above the cloudless skyline. Greed in the eyes as they scan the area. Threats of loss of life if lies we’re told only to trap them in the land of the lost. Soon the Sea begins to churn, a vortex of swirling whirlpools begin to form in the nearby distance. Something is rising from the depths of the sea. Eyes go wide as mouths hang open a city of gold rests on the back of a giant sea beast.

A massive animal of legend holds the key as to why this world it carries is never in the same place twice. Once inside, seek to find the treasure only the greediest of hearts can desire. A golden hand that turns all it touches to gold as well. Death still the penalty for misconduct as a crooked thief leads another to possible doom. Hope lost then found in the eyes of another seeking to save an honest man’s life leaving greed to deal with the fate of another.

In Time greed touches the golden hand, a mistake that is costly. Greed takes the threat of death away, leaving behind life renewed. Together those of better will leave behind the beast with its floating world beneath the waves. The tire treasure has been found, it was there all the time. Once again a legend lost to time. A great beast carrying a world of wonder. Best to leave some myths just as such, choose life for greed gets you nowhere but a grave beneath the waves…

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Snow won’t Stop Falling


Its cold, just so cold. I can’t venture out anymore the house is surrounded, lost, burred deep within.

Tried to did my way up many times before now but the snow just keeps falling. I feel as if I’m lost in space, taken by limbo carried away by insanity.

Supplies are nonexistent, food is memory. There is no warmth left to be felt, I don’t know how my body and mind is even still functioning.

All I can say now it this must be my will fighting against the inevitable, hopeing against all odds that either I survive or at Lear if the world continues to go on; someone may find my remains and want to know what happened.

I never thought this is how the world would end. Always being taught stories of fire and ash, nothing like the slow fluffy crystals of frozen angle tears meant to wash clean the slate of existence.

I guess it’s not so bad, as I close my eyes I remember my youth. Playing out in the snow for hours building forts, snow balls and snowman friends. Seems like now’s a good time to give into those memories. They keep calling me anyway…

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Your Window…


Outside your Window what can you see? A world ever in transition never meant to stand still. Witness the cycles of ever lasting life in motion; time has never stopped before and it won’t now. Despite our will to keep things the same, our limits of what we think we control is nothing. Not caring for change doesn’t keep change from happening. Every moment we too are in flux either physically, mentally or otherwise. Much like our world we change in appearance, tone and beat. Never the same from one second to the next no matter how much we claim, how much we fight to be.

Outside your Window what can you feel? Are your senses heightened as they should be to what’s happening around you? Numb is what more and more of us are becoming as we lose the sense of ourselves, of our purpose. We are lost thus the world we govern is lost as well. Trying to maintain a balance set forth so very long ago. We feel there is something wrong with ourselves thanks to the world letting us know. Gone are days of simple life. Inherited the existence set forth by continuing mistakes that we just don’t seem to learn from. This cycle of affect will continue now and forever.

What do you see outside your Window, a world built on cycles; these cycles will never end…

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It’s that time of year my friends to “Keep Christmas/Holiday’s in your Heart”.

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Let’s do what we can to keep our spirits up and spread cheer all month long my friends. Much Holiday Love to you all ❄.

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Final Sunrise


We’ve known it was coming for quite some time now, the end was upon us.

For days the sky had been getting brighter, the days warmer, night was gone.

State of emergency was the only screen on the tv, told to run lol but to where as no one could tell us.

The sun was growing ever closer, we felt as if we were melting frim the inside out.

Sweat no longer even existed, our bodies burning as our waking minds could feel it all.

There was no shade, there was no shadow there was only light blinding burning ever present light.

If you dared to look you could watch the ozone sizzling off our planet evaporating into space.

Those who watched the stars said the moon was also burning turning into a blackened satellite no longer being able to circle us.

I can’t recall any more the last time I watched the sun set, yet I will forever as long as I live my final moment’s retain the knowledge of this my final sun rise…

image: Dawn Waves Nature Sunshine Sea Clouds Morning Abstra

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A Stranger Conversation


Sitting next to each other, neither knows the other. Sunny day or late in the evening, one of basin the other unsure. Sitting to close for comfort, one tries to inch further away. This interaction needs to end, one does not belong in this equation.

Time passes the encounter continues. Those around see the misfortune, or is there no one and the a pair are alone. Creepy man, woman or child sends chills down the spine of another man, woman or child. The need to get away is overwhelming, the want for safety is necessary.

Words like 20 questions of a much to personal tone always seem to follow such interactions. The other in the mix give either too much, too little or just enough info. The fact that two paths have crossed is most unfortunate for one but thrilling for the other.

Eventually the chase is on, lasting for as long as a sick mind dares vs a mind that can out step even one so dark. How will this end, quickly in hope or long lasting in despair…

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The Last Text


Read the last text, what does it mean

Words mixed with random letters, it doesn’t make since

Where was this individual going, nothing in the previous messages say

The time stamps on them range from a week ago up until yesterday

Could this just be a prank, someone messing around

If this was the case the screen wouldn’t be in this condition as well as there being a voice mail with such a whaling sound

Is this person lost maybe or being taken for a ride by someone they know

If it was someone they knew then the last text “Who R U…?” Wouldn’t be above this on “Nooooooooooo…

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As Night became Day


As Night became Day, he began to understand the truth…

What he saw in his dreams were symbols of his real life. The darkness personified were his demons or problems deep within that he never really dealt with, only pushed them to the side. Pretending they weren’t really there. The light personified was the guide he wish he had not realizing that he carries all that he needs with himself at all times. He thinks that the shadows are screaming faces of those in his life wanting him to fail. Once more not realizing that they are shades of his former self trying to get his attention. To lead him back to the path and to the man he craves to be. Splashes of color dashed with hope are those around him trying to lend a hand to be there to lift him up. Yet his waking eyes can see Nothing more than masks of beings he passes each day that in his mind become more and more fake.

As night becomes day everyday, he begins to understand that his truth is not how things have to be. He doesn’t have to remain in the dark veiled from not only the light of those around him, but from the light he carries within. He can dare to let go as well as dare to rethink his existence if he wishes to no longer live in such a state. It’s said the first step is always the most difficult, sometimes it can also be just as difficult to tell the night from the day.

image: Night and Day Digital Arts by Jim Pavelle | Artmajeur

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Your Favorite Childhood


Think back upon times of youth

Count all versions of who you were from one day to the next

One time you dreamed of visiting the stars wearing your rocket pack and teaching the visiting aliens how to dream like a human

Another time you explored the rainforest and jungles swinging with apes and dodging the dangerous creatures wanting to eat you whole

Where did the child like mind of those days go…

It’s still good to dream but only as far ad a day to day routine can carry your tired mind

Is it still to far fetched to be those things you wished yourself to be when you looked at the world through the eyes of your childhood self

Or are those favorite days and dreams just that now, favorite wishes of your childhood self no longer to be entertained by the mind of your adult self…

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