When Thought Puzzles Become Art

I like to think that my thoughts are shaped like puzzles that I can use to piece together in different ways. I like to think I can use these puzzles to construct new ideas and new concepts. I like to think that makes dreams the involuntary abstract ideas that run wild. Dreams are evolutionary. They grow and change as we grow and change until they become something more tangible, and even then, dreams still evolve as we age.

I like to think that opposing thoughts are there to push the boundaries and shapes of the thought puzzles and that these new pieces create even more structures and works of art that we had no way of seeing before you began inviting other thoughts into your mind.

All these things built by thoughts and ideas create new spaces with new rules. The spaces pool into new worlds and congeal together into varying universes. I like to believe that thoughts are things and things are thoughts and that if you keep pondering the confines of the known and unknown universe, that you will begin to create amazing things.

#OctPoWriMo: Oct 24 – 31

October 24: Her

Sometimes I think about it in swiftly passing glances,

That it were me that you had chosen instead of her.

I ponder for a moment, but what I find in my intent is that I wouldn’t have lived my life this way.

I would have never climbed mountains, ran marathons, or have seen so many places.

I would not be the girl happily sitting here today.

I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Although a lot is what I endured,

But where I want to be and what I have loved along the way is being able to meet so many brilliant faces that have shaped the girl happily sitting here today.


October 25: Pretty

She was pretty.

Pretty enough to paint every line and curve that defined her face.

She could have been a portrait. Perhaps, she was a portrait, and we had been tip-toeing around a pretty inanimate object in the middle of the living space.

Room, she captured all of it, a space filled with eyes all resting on her.

She lived her life oblivious to the stares from the crowd.

She could kill any person with glancing murder.

She could have been an assassin. Perhaps, she failed at being an assassin because for her entire life she was a killer.


October 26: Light

I saw the light leave your eyes like the setting sun sinking softly out at sea,

And like the twilight of the evening I noticed the dark and grew concerned.

I was alone now under the floating tarp covered in thousands of twinkling lights.

Your light was no longer beside me.

And all I could do was continue moving forward.

Then suddenly, sometime soon, I know another sun will rise to greet a new day,

And I, like the dawn of the morning, will be drowned in warm light again.


October 27: Meaning

He asked me what I would say to God if I could have any question answered,

And I said that I would have little to say.

If I had to go on living after the question I would endure the rest of a life substandard,

And I would feel cheated at the end of the day.

To know what you shouldn’t know takes away the mysteries of life, And that is not how you should live.

You do the best you can until you reach the afterlife

Leaving everything else on earth with more stories to share and love to give.


October 28: Memories

We walk haphazardly down the street with our fake smiles

And all I think about are the other times we’ve been here in this place.

You think your own set of unique questions and I watch as your mind runs a race.

There are so many memories, but we comment on none.

We never pause to recollect or relive the fun,

And that’s how I knew we were over and passed the point of done.

I ended the relationship in my mind in an instant as if I solved our problem with a gun.


October 29: Language

I see your mouth move and contort into different shapes,

But I do not understand any of the sounds it makes.

Your voice has changed and the sounds that leave your body are unknown.

I listen to you like I’m having a conversation under water over the phone.

I know less of who you are as you go about your day. Your interests are different and you only deeply consider your pay.

Your familiarity grows strange as I lose my grasp of who you are.

You become the blurred details on the side of the road as I speed by in my car.


October 30: God

I am not a man.

I am the whole Universe,

Though no one believes.


October 31: Friendship

Here we are, five hundred and seventy- four fortnights after we first said, “hello.”

We were babies then and couldn’t imagine a life at the time where we ended up together.

You were the wild one, and I was the girl that was mellow.

We both rubbed off on each other and continue to evolve on this journey forever.

You said once that we were soulmates and I believe it to be so.

I think about this sometimes during the day, and I promise to find you in the next life when we both go.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 12 – 17

October 12 | Danger

The canyon lured me to the edge of its lips with its entrancing beauty, And I for one could never pass up the undulating rock formations jetting up from the crust of the earth.

I stare wildly watching the gliding birds soar above the rushing Colorado River, And I grin happily as I stand motionless before the natural wonder.

A deep vast canyon with towering red rocks tower before me as I peer into the depths of danger. If I tripped, a fast-paced rushing river would break my fall and carry my body out to sea.


October 13 | Universe

I am one part of the whole of the entire universe, And I gaze up into myself and watch myself gaze back at me.

My energy connected and my soul revealed to yours, I recognize the connection from one another is really the key.

I am the universe and the universe is every various shape and outcome of me. I exist in every possibility and, express myself in every way.

I am everything in this universe that I can and cannot see. I am every passing moment all at once and every single day.


October 14 | Love

Virgil says, “love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love,” But unlike Virgil or Dante, I do not believe that such a thing is sin.

Powerful? Yes, but never wrong. Hell should not be the destination, nor should heaven or hell exist.

A life after life very similar to this where living and non-living organisms is our eternal kin.

Loves moves all thins and keeps life protected and moving forward, While love also drive empathetic pursuit of happiness and justice for all.

If you want love–love. If you want to give love–love yourself first, And loving everything else as yourself becomes the protocol.


October 15 | Ravens

The same two ravens see me out at the start of my day, And they peer down from their hung telephone wire onto me as I pass by.

I see their complex interactions shift and mix as they continue to spy, And then allow me to pass on my merry way.

They sit right outside my window of the room where I lay, And pitch their great black silhouettes prominently against the night’s sky.

I fear that they will be there beside me till the day after I die, And with all that they have seen still have nothing to say.


October 16 | Down

High on the mountains

We thought we’d never come down–

Until the sun fell.


October 17 | Purpose

I’ve allowed the earth to haul to hurl myself around the sun 29 times, And what that means is that I’m always moving forward.

I recorded my life in in tears and burgeoning laugh lines, And I
occasionally write them down in inked word.

Some rotations more recognizable than others though I keep living until I
die. Creating, learning, loving and crying I just scratch the surface.

I live exactly how I want to live and that is what I abide by, As long as I
never harm anyone or any living thing on purpose.

#OctPoWriMo: Day 16-19 #MeToo

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By European Southern Observatory (ESO) VISTA/J. Emerson

OctPoWriMo Day 16:

We help our people?
What about Puerto Rico?
There’s still no power.

OctPoWriMo Day 17: Journey through the Universe

Twenty-seven turns
around the sun to get here.
—Still hoping for more.

OctPoWriMo Day 18: Nightmare

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The Universe Wants To Be Noticed

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Via WritingPrompts.tumblr.com

#706: Convince me that the universe wants to be noticed.

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observe. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?”

Yesterday I learned about what happened to the rivers when wolves were reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park in the United States after being absent nearly 70 years. These wolves had managed to change the rivers, and a “trophic cascade” occurred. Continue reading “The Universe Wants To Be Noticed”

“G” is for Gray

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Writers of Kern Blogging Challenge (A-Z) 

Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash. -Louis Aragon

We exist in the million shades of gray that lie on such an extreme spectrum. The colors, black and white, are just the bookends to all the lives sandwiched in between as stories and vessels of exploration and learning. It’s in the gray matter regions of the brain that control your muscles, your sight, hearing, emotions, memory and speech. It may seem dull in color, and lacking any cheer when described, but gray is the symbol that connects everything together and tries to make sense of it all in its own very enigmatic way. Continue reading ““G” is for Gray”

God is a Writer

by: Infratec acquired from Wikimedia Commons
by: Infratec acquired from Wikimedia Commons

God is a writer.
He brings to focus beings that
Have not yet existed before.
Everything is created from nothing
But the images He carries in His own mind.

God is a poet.
He takes words that flow and make them rhyme Continue reading “God is a Writer”

Are You Ready?

The power of the threaded four wheels propelled her rapidly down the city streets, and left the light flooding from the street lamps blurring behind them into the darkness.

She let her bare foot slowly fall down on to the gas pedal, which made the car gradually speed up on the cool autumn pavement—and as the wheels spun, the car flew forward, and her heart pounded at a heightened pace.

Her hand rose to clutch her chest as if it were trying to catch the throbbing muscle before it leapt out of her body. She began to take a few deep breaths to slow the rhythm’s pace and, as she exhaled to release the carbon dioxide from her lungs into the frigid air, a breathy-whisper followed with a question. Continue reading “Are You Ready?”

Swirls In My Coffee

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I grabbed my favorite mug with John, Paul, George and Ringo’s silhouette famously strolling across Abbey Road and dumped two teaspoons of sugar at the bottom of its surface. I sat the jar of sugar down next to the full coffee pot and poured the dark liquid into the cup. As the steam grew from the mug I began to pour my tasty pumpkin spice creamer slightly off center into the cylindrical object. I watched as the loud of creamer billowed its way up from the bottom of the mug’s porcelain floor and, instead of grabbing a stirring spoon, I let the forceful movement of the cream mix its way around my hot cup of coffee.

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