Wanderlust Sunrise

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The morning had arrived as evening had passed, the sun arose from the depths below as we began the days end. The breeze from the sea soften the morning sun as we plunged into the water, I could feel the depths of another world appear and reality seem to disappear yet, the immense beauty of morning made reality seem so surreal. Wanderlust was his name as he stood there with this captivating light, a nomadic aura searching for his next journey, curiously seeking a tantalizing satisfaction to his desires. Wanderlust with his enigmatic tone and virtuous eyes saw the world in a way that others could only perceive for his love of his creative mind. The immense beauty of life that surrounds the world, he is able to cherish each glimmering moment with his nomadic aura as wanderlust paves his way to an eclectic enigmatic beautiful life.

Claude Monet Impression Sunrise 

“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.” – John Muir

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Dignified Ignorance

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They stood so dignified with their imperious demeanor and their glorified minds as if the spoon was spun out of gold. They follow the opportune moments that engulfs their imperious demeanor filled with an audacious command leading what they think is their assembly of spineless minds too weak to venture out of line. They procure this sense of entitlement to only find disappointment when their grandiose being is contused and their imperious demeanor is contrived and whittled away to a blank page set back to the prologue where no spoon existed and an era was created by a spawning of dignified ignorant fools…..A salute to the individualist nonconforming population, you will be the dignified competent acuity that will empower the mindless spines and become an era of dignified minds…

Each new generation born is in effect an invasion of civilization by little barbarians, who must be civilized before it is too late.- Thomas Sowell

Pablo Picasso, Buste de femme dans un fauteuil, 1949.

Pablo Picasso, Buste de femme dans un fauteuil, 1949.

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Disingenuous faces

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Disingenuous faces speak our names as the manipulation of ones self for their own gain. Spoken words that the path will lead you to what is called the infamous ladder.  The ladder to success or the ladder of demise. How we believe those faces as we smile knowing their disingenuous intentions are meant with no appropriated demands. Perpetuating times for each day we arise, we function daily with the recompense of our daily labor pains. Arising each day with a smile that leads to a smirk as I know how it all plays. I can only check the king with my intellect but in the end the bureaucratic king will checkmate me . For I am captured into this manipulation as I too want to have my own self gain. I have to roll the dice and hope the disingenuous faces will follow with their spoken words but behind each door there’s  another king standing right there waiting with their disingenuous face.

“Man serves the interests of no creature except himself.” – George Orwell, Animal Farm

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Jeu D’Echecs Indien, Henry Picou 1876

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Is blood thicker than water

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We are all born into a dynamic twist of fate plunged into a life filled with individuals that we deem our family. Families suffer strife with different stories within each individuals path yet, those paths intertwine with the love is where it all began.  Blood is thicker than water when we need those in times of need. The connections run deep no matter how far or near we all reside and in those moments we know regardless of the silence or time they will always be. Those who have succumbed to another state of living we still feel the memories as if they have never left this world. A world we all create with those who we love and no matter the strife, family is family and once our branches brake another seed falls and another dynamic twist of faith begins.

 “The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn” – Ralph Waldo EmersonImage The Tree of Life by Gustav Klimt

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Burned without Pain

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Exactly how many times does it take for someone to get “Burned” before the realization that there is no more pain. The pain we internalize yet don’t project. Ruminating within our minds so in turn, we build walls, we create situations or circumstances from the ashes left from the flames that yet again we allowed for it to burn. Life is full of burns yet, we let those walls crumble in those moments of trust, love, and the idea that the flames don’t exist and the burns fade away. So, the walls fall, the water rushes in and all that’s left are glowing ambers that no longer burn because there is no more pain that ruminates. The scars exist and its true beauty remains as we realize that the pain was just an internal reflection of our own light.

“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today” ERNEST HEMINGWAY, For Whom the Bell Tolls

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Calling Carrie Bradshaw: Joining the bandwagon (Blogging)

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So, here is another one of those blogs. Another one of those journals of people who just want to showcase their life or whatever it may be. YES, I am joining the band wagon. Why? I woke up this morning wanting more, wanting something and I wanted to write. I wanted to understand myself in a perspective that I only know and have kept to myself. Writing… So, I am not Carrie Bradshaw though at times I feel as if I am. I am not married, no children, dating and looking for that fairy tale that deep down inside I am starting to lose hope it exists.. I shouldn’t have watched all those Disney movies growing up. I wake up knowing what I want, and not understanding why I haven’t gotten it. Living this perpetuating life I have created. So, what is it that I want? True Happiness, a happiness that only I can attain from within. No man, material item (Chanel), no one can make me happy but myself.. The famous words of  “you can’t ever love someone till you love yourself”. So, I like myself do I love myself well, I love facets of myself. Loving yourself in a narcissistic, confident, egoist way is the only way you can love yourself or someone else? Okay, I know its not like that but really? Looking for our purpose in life is our purpose? Settling for what we can get knowing there could be something better yet, too scared to explore the possibilities. Scared to be alone and too critical of what we see and feel. Comparing ones self to what society has made beauty, love and life. So, I’m joining the bandwagon and sharing what I feel to the world and hoping that there are many woman in the same shoes I am in. Questioning everything, waiting and wanting and knowing one day I will be completely happy…“To be alive──is Power.” – Emily Dickinson

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