Superposition

wafting to see a panoramic screen,
is like a Man, who with his child on knee,
tastes to smell an Incandescent dream,
of the space that fate now feigns to feed. 

a tawny needle, yet enclosed,
in view of purpose Clasped in thread,
seldom is mindful of the renown 
their unity gives those Who wed.

here and now and far between,
as beached upon the Isle of hope,
temps me to test the vagary:
tense and mirth, belied as "nope".

could light and darkness Me supplant,
fate, grant to me present's recant. 

Treadmill Confessions

"The road to being one of the best, I think, can be a very lonely one. And I have been willing to accept that loneliness- at whatever cost, and some people don't understand that. . . but I've been of the presence of mind not to allow that to deter me in any way because I believe this to be the most important pursuit of my life."

I firmly believe that moments of adversity and abject darkness of consciousness test and even purify human resolve. In moments like these, when objects seem so fixed and immovable and situations ship of life seem to capsize, character is built or lessened.

Nothing ever is easy, and few payoffs are immediate. Patience is necessary. I live and long for the payoff that stares back at me from an indeterminate time frame and displacement. Once attained, I know it will be comparatively insignificant when compared to the journey.

I feel most passionate, at present, about the awesome possibility everyone has, but few use, to create for the better- to change something/someone with the an intangible and unquantifiable abstraction, an idea, of a more desirable reality.

The luxury of the synergistic co-laboring in life is wonderful but something I find rare when so few barely considering the possibility of actualizing their own dreams. Resonating is difficult. However disheartening the loss of a close connection may be, self exploration and improvement is paramount. Kaizen- always.

"I'm living my life, too. I'm doing exactly what I want to do. I've found my passion. I've created my true calling in life. I live life on my terms. . . If I work hard at it, I can achieve something that was in my own hands to do."

Birth by Sleep

It all began with birth by sleep
when all was well within their hearts.
Though few took mind into the deep
desires creeping within his arts.

Names now differ and times have changed,
but still the stuggle wages within
the organ's two-fold meaning mazed:
a battleground for fate to win.

A world of darkness graced with few lights
who seek to spread and share good will
are faced with every wicked plight
to achieve life's goods whilst using ill.

Though chasers now do run their course,
"I hear I w's 'nsem" cleansed will endorse.

Idol Shepherd

There's many who'll tell you they'll give you their love,
and when they say "give" they mean "take". They'll
hang around just like vultures 'till push comes to shove;
they'll take flight when the earth starts to shake.
I've been walking through the the annals of my mind, and I heard quite a few reoccurring conversations over the past months. They went something like this, Q"Remember that guy Erik Downes who was banned from the App Store for "security reasons" for publishing apps on his blog?" A "Yeah. He surely must be dead; he hasn't blogged in months! Maybe he just has given up and has nothing more of reality to quantify and derive." Let me assure you, I've got quite a bit to say, but as usual, finding the time and means to transmit these approximations has been quite the tiffy. I apologize, but viewers, I've got my voice back.

I began this blog with a quote. I'm not going to explain it. I also began with a large picture of Steve Jobs. I'm not going to comment on that either. Why- because they're not important? Maybe. Because I've got something more important to say? Possibly. Here we go! Take a look below at Natalie Portman's sweet, luscious, caboose. That's what I'm going to blog about.


New viewers, you may not be surprised by my previous statement, but my veterans are, and they should be. I'm not going to center this blog around her rear end but, rather, the reason why she's bent. I quite enjoy being a human being- the highest life form on this side of the crust. I've got thumbs which I can oppose, and a brain with which I can think. . . or not. It's great. Why waste time considering what other animal you'd be, viewers? We're the best. Quite frankly, all other animals wish they were us. True fact.

Amidst the endless glories of humanity, one qripe of mine came to mind as I pensively sat on the patch of grass, fit for humans, akin to the one the dog squatting on- my toilet. TOILET PAPER. Of all of the creationary/evolutionary benefits humanity now has, how is it that we still have to use toilet paper and lower life forms. . . . don't? IDK about you, viewers, but I think something's wrong here. Some animals, like the dog above, have it so good, that someone else'll bend over and pick up the scraps for them. The hard fact about reality is, the only means of help you get for this evolutionary slip up is monthly expenditures for toilet paper which conveniently seems to run out when it's needed the most. Need I say more? I won't.

Contrary to popular belief, a handshake is a contact sport. Without sight or sound, I firmly believe that people would be fully capable of discerning one's character with touch and the most expedient means of doing so in a non-invasive manner is the handshake. Fortunately, for most of us, sight, smell, and sound all affirm or redress our perceptions of a newcomer based on their shake.

Handshaking isn't like college classes AT ALL. In college, as I'm sure you've heard, the most important thing is showing up, and maybe you'll learn something while you're there. I dare you to just "show up" to a handshake. Know what'll happen? You'll quickly fall into the category of people whom I'm about to categorize in this blog who offer the social introduction equivalent of "just showing up". A handshake of this nature, thus, will aptly be named- The Dead Fish (for reference- view the above picture).

The most important part of the handshake is the grip. If you're not capable of the grip, then, viewers, please- don't. show. up. If you do show up, then do so with a grip that conveys acceptance, interest, appreciation, and warmth. How does one do that? Practice. Squeeze too hard- you're inconsiderate. Don't squeeze at all- you're giving the dead fish, and you're the object of my textual derision. Congratulations. Squeeze JUST right, and you're in.

For most things in life, there's a window in which one can quickly implement damage control, and avert what, if left alone, could be a disaster. This, too, is true of the handshake. You really don't know what to expect, so the only way to guage one's grip is to jump right in. Once palms are connected, let the other senses do the work. Eye contact and eye brow positions are key. After all, the eye is the window to one's soul and handshake, right? (Cheesy? I know lol) Seriously though, there's a point to this all.

Here's the key: Confidence. A handshake is indeed a contact sport, and just like no singular sport is done with one part, neither is handshaking. Eyes, eyebrows, lips, cheeks, hands- the whole package- they all are means by which physical representations of confidence are perceived by onlookers- regardless of their/your sex. And just like that, viewers, you're now handshaking professionals. It's 2AM in my part of the world. IDK where you all are, but regardless of your geographical parameters, there are people with hands which need to be shaken with finesse and authority. Go out and own, and let me know how it goes!

Have you ever received The Dead Fish? Ever dominated a hand in the shaking process? Ever been so disgusted by someone offering you The Dead Fish that you refused to shake their hand again? Tell me all about it!

Post comments below, and as always, thanks for reading!