Living life is important, remember to have some fun. The special part isn’t just what we become. It’s the journey there too, the one before we’re finally done. Though we do live each individual day under a revolving Sun. Our minds reside 2 decades into the past, like the future visiting 2001. Anything before thenContinue reading “High and Low, Life Climbing…”
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The 4 types of Self…
When figuring out you, I, and we. Try remembering me. The one who always deals with change. Act accordingly with each word exchange…
Electric Icarus Project ~ Triggers (Playlist Series)
Triggers come in many shapes and various forms. What I aim to create here is a playlist series that is public and collaborative. Making a series of ever growing playlists that help inspire certain thought and emotion. ‘Triggers’ is the first in this series. That’s a pretty broad category. By all means if it’s anContinue reading “Electric Icarus Project ~ Triggers (Playlist Series)”
The 5 Caves of Life…
Stares at back of hand. Flips Hand Over… The sojourner, Shamen of Foresight and Empowerment. Shadowed by The Dancer of Life. Followed by The Ancestor of Tribes, family, and other fellow kin. That is how to start this tale. So that is where it will begin. Midworld, the Palm. 5 caves each… Always a wayContinue reading “The 5 Caves of Life…”
Saga of an Internet Cowboy…
The music says it all…
A Certain Type of Sound…
Psychedelic Funky Jams meeting Epic Post Rock with Ambience and Cathartic Heavy Brooding Overtones inviting Bass Drops… “A Certain Type of Sound” – An Electric Icarus Project Playlist
Tales of Moths
Pure daylight, closest to Noon I would say. Upon the entrance lay the moth; black, white, and grey. I finished the cleanse, blew out the candle with no delay. For I had decided my work done for today. Once finished I would declare all I could to need to say. Taking out the remainder ofContinue reading “Tales of Moths”
Way of the Ancient Triad
When all had begun there was Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus. These all being important parts life would supply for us. Chaos to help everything begin and create. Whether big, small, mundane, bad, and even great. Gaia being the place to be, stay, and call our home. Supplying a life to live with experience when weContinue reading “Way of the Ancient Triad”
The Planet Namesake
In a not too distant beginning there was a boy named Saturn. He looked up, and said this area’s the name I have learned. I’ll take that as the name I’ve earned. Later in life he says, “You Jupiter my Son! This area will be the namesake you have won.” Jupiter grew up to haveContinue reading “The Planet Namesake”
Sound of the Wheel of Return…
The endless wheel of return. Karma to some, the long awaited patience earned. For deeds done both right and wrong. That being the tuning for each individual song. Something beautiful, or occasionally wrath. All depending on how someone decided to take a path. Things will be gained and lost too. That which is the paymentContinue reading “Sound of the Wheel of Return…”
Time of a Star…
A star may in fact already be dead. Thus remaining visible because of light speed instead. Something we never need to dread. Knowledge of this is a fact that time can stop. Not ways of the everyday, use of a simple hop to hop. More so in a way we’re not allowed to drop. FromContinue reading “Time of a Star…”
The Melting Shade of Moonlight
A kingdom where Luna can bless us with her grace. Regardless of any human mistakes. There to remind us we are not a disgrace. Sol to remind us of the day to day. The more ordinary life, so to say. An ethical mundane routine, until we grow grey. Still equally import, simply another way. SomethingContinue reading “The Melting Shade of Moonlight”
Pitfalls of the Stigma Triumphant…
Fear of success is the shadow of triumph. It is merely nothing but another minor hump. Without humility or cause, we can become riddled with flaws. Through every dark lurking shade has another way. It becomes a brighter Sun for each passing Day. What aligns and fixes itself won’t always quit. Almost an unethical feelContinue reading “Pitfalls of the Stigma Triumphant…”
Floating Rock Syndrome…
There on a floating rock was this thought. “Could this truly be all I have ever been taught?” That answer being a definite yes. Yet unfortunately, this answer would not much impress. For this was absolutely not suitable in form of what question was originally sought. One usually loves all, even with the palm ofContinue reading “Floating Rock Syndrome…”
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