Bohemianism

The alternate found...

Too easily the steady concourse of time pushes onwards, realisations left unseen and changes absorbed into the greater whole. Each second, minute or hour moving persistently into the next. Only if the movement halts and the scene therefore illuminated, can form be comprehended.

Like a storm, it engulfs. Not born by winds of doubt, instead a joyous rampant deluge of thought. A link to past brethren, an ethos shared and lived. To whom normalcy was a contrary concept. To conform, an evil fought at every juncture with all weapons in their armoury. Bourgeois forces of convention surrounding their ivory tower, and laying siege to the unorthodox souls within.

Solace therefore I find in these echos of long dead kindred, and new call to find others of like. Not in the pages of bygone histories, but in the now, in my own history which I am forging. 

To share minds, to stoke and fan the flames of innovation. With an aim set so lofty as to be an almost beyond sight. Find my place, where true self can flourish and breathe the air of unrestricted creation.

Elsewhere

Elsewhere by The Bones Compendium

The Need For Obstinacy

Willful regardlessness...

Opportunity rolling back, the ephemeral glow draining away. While its undulating tide reveals the soft silt of possibility, beneath which lies the bedrock of resilience. Forward motion, belief in the inexorable logic that states; I am my best ally, and I alone can conquer. All else is intrigue, faint wisps of promises unfounded. To listen would be an impediment to me now. 

The path goes on, but comfort is gained from certain clarity that now displays its colours. No longer a pursuit of answering the unanswerable. Instead building structure on what is known, and can be trusted.

All my strength and audacity will be needed henceforth. A task, grand in it's conceit, now looms.  Rewards worth the ordeal, methods of approach less clear. Ever the balance to be maintained and measured. For fear of complacency creeping through unguarded passages, and thwarting equilibrium.

Kinder heads see through walls of words, but no threat is perceived, just a nod and a smile.

Away

Away by The Bones Compendium

A Cynical Pretense

The day ended as it began...

A fiscal proposition was waiting; an effervescent embellishment needed to plump up this floundering fraud. To lay myself bare, go against the better angels of my nature and procure funds. This Machiavellian deception should be water tight, not a drip of true intention allowed to seep through. For fear of the feign being outed and duplicity brought to the surface.

Disenchantment filled the air, once more at the mercy of other agendas. What of the pact?

To never bow, never allow others steal credit for my accomplishments. Perhaps the shiny glint of gold blinded me to that oath. How much could I bear to lose?

In truth, nothing.

Should it be cast away, replaced by faith and drive?

Keep it solo, no ties and no quarter century plan. Right now is the key, growth will come of its own accord. Gently nurtured and nourished by the salty caress of sweat and dedication.

The tightrope, now taught and ready for the crossing. The rewards visible, but out of reach unless the challenge is accepted. The perils to be overcome, and balance to be maintained. No safety net, only onlookers, entranced, helpless to act. For it is only I who can reach the other side.

Well Earnt Break

The wheels of endeavor span down...

So concludes a weekend bursting with work of all types. To look back, a pointless enterprise. As is oft the way with hectic times. Rest is sought after, time to reflect and garner an opinion on the successful, and on the failure.

Radiating though the scrutiny is one stark thing. The truth; that this life, this approach, can work, and is working. Outlook rosy, forecast more favourable. Navigation of the these treacherous waters seems now within my growing abilities. 

So, to steer the vessel of my choices towards the unknown, without apprehension and with a new-found sense of justification.

Eucatastrophe

A lesson well learnt...

It was to be an eve of firsts. A much needed release from labors and drudgery. New companionship, old kindred spirits, and the music to bring them in a favourable amalgam.

All was well. The performance; warmly received, and catharsis willingly achieved. No shadow yet appeared. This was to be short lived.

A treasured item, misplaced or stolen?

Perhaps by some plunderer, hell bent on my downfall. Robbed of my ability to earn, and so thrown into blackness. Left there to wallow in misery, stubbornly content to be ruined. 

Foolhardy this was, and unneeded. My pride and vanity had colluded to wear down my resistance, and leave me in utter collapse. When all needed was clarity of thought. To remember my own gift for resilience.

Then it came the Eucatastrophe. In the blink of an eye, all was colour once more. Banished now was despair, left to walk alone with his own dark thoughts and to fade to nothingness.

How delicate the balance now realised. The shame of my pride and defeat, now a tool of prevention. To serve as warning against overindulgence and procrastination.