Stream Of Thoughts, Allow me to re-introduce myself
When I started writing this blog, I had big ambitions, and high hopes. I started this blog because organically I was writing at a pace so rampant that I felt like I was making big strides of growth in my work and I feel like I had to share this with the world. So why not create a method where I could distribute my own writing at my own pace, to whoever I felt worthy of reading it? Advertise it myself, and branch out to as many people as possible. So I create the blog, and I applaud you all who took the time out of your days and appreciated the content, I really spilled my heart on the page in those pieces...however I kept holding back feeling that I'd over saturate my readers and overwhelm them if I posted too much material too quickly. So as the days went to weeks, the ripple of feedback started to weaken and at first I was discouraged, I figured you know, maybe people aren't as interested as I thought...the only determinant I have is comments left. The more comments people leave, the more effective I felt my work connected, however in my time off from posting (I never stopped writing, never will) I realized there are external factors in the process, and my job as a writer, someone who writes because he loves it, is to keep producing, so I will make it my personal duty to post a new post at least once a day...I'm The Ant From Aesop...so if I hear sounds of the cricket in response to my outings, I'll understand it's not me.
I'm Back...
Welcome To My World
Everyday we, the general public, are subjected to the same useless newspaper stories, with the main objectives of moving units, and selling subscriptions. Irrelevant articles based on gang violence and celebrity drug addictions plague today's mainstream media. I think back to the times where the craft was used as a vice of expression, and I realize that the art of the personal essay has grown decrepit. I look back at the past great authors, and as I recall them...amongst my favorites are Hughes and Baldwin; true artists. Both resemble the kind of artist I'd like to be. Not just a writer, but an artist. The mind of Picasso, and the vision of a sniper...much more than just a writer...
Gregory Calvaire-The Ant From Aesop
Urgent
This just Isn’t for me,
Yes, I understand the magnitude of degrees,
But instead of learning from others, I rather be teaching me,
Don’t mistake me for lazy, I’m not just shooting the breeze,
But what’s the point of borrowing thousand to succumb to shooting sprees?
I’m tryna go by the mold, but I’m not being true to me,
Why stay on the surface, when there’s deeper blues in the sea?
Some things will never see, trying to get our masters,
Spiritually, I’m tryna get like a pastor,
Priest, strengthen my beliefs
Those theories are interesting but learning should be organic,
If the passion isn’t there, then were all too mechanic,
Like a robot, everything is planted,
In our minds and yes, it may seem that I’m being dramatic,
But drastic times cost for the measures to be drastic,
Einstein saw it, so did Bill Gates,
They both succeeding after what others would perceive as mistakes,
Its like the theory of relativity,
Curiosity led to that, like Ben Franklin and electricity,
Show me where, a professor will tell a student to put a key on a kite,
Before they wrote books on it, we learned to ride bikes,
And we designed air planes to overcome heights,
And Invented night lights, to dissolve our frights,
So why not just live life to learn to better write?
We should act on our instincts not just dollars,
Kids who sewed together their teddy bears, should grow up to be doctors,
That’s why we got so many law suits,
Cause anybody who could afford a good tutor could go to Harvard law school,
Charisma is a gift, it can not be taught,
The skill to move crowds with speeches cant be brought,
Examine George Bush,
See how stupid he looks,
Every time he takes the podium, he’s no Kennedy,
There’s a reason why celebrities become celebrities,
You could hire a stylist and have a good image,
But if your shy no matter how hard you try, we will sense your timid,
Some people have visions,
Like MLK’S dream,
And some people dream of riches, and in the end it seems,
There always unhappy,
Check out Brittney Spears,
So much talent, but in the end, she couldn’t cut it like she did her hair,
Our destiny should be natural, like breathing air,
Who cares, whose daddy wants them to be a surgeon,
I’ll never give up my dreams, call me a virgin,
This society makes me sick, call me allergic,
And this is long over due, so I titled this one…
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