Pressure makes me feel
The winter chill is a warming
Inside, I have art.
Pressure makes me feel
The winter chill is a warming
Inside, I have art.
Awake on a Sunday night, unable to tell if this is where the week begins or ends?
Life is such a meal, I have the ingredience, I have the recipe, but do I have the patience to sit down and enjoy the food I’ve prepared?
The month is past half way and I need to be ready for what is to come. My niece helped her grandma make cup cakes yesterday evening. She handed me one for dessert, it looked so yummy, pink sprinkles on chocolate frosting. I take a bite and it taste the way it looks, Elexis then warns me about the possible eggshells that fell in the batter.
Her honesty is sweet and I could still eat a crunchy cup cake she felt proud serving me. I’ve noticed that this is something we have always been doing, serving each other food. Real or plastic, she loves the concept of giving something, a meal, a piece of her imagination to be consumed delightfully. My niece is an amazing energy for me and I wouldn’t be surprised if she someday owns her own restaurant. She definitely has the experience, I mean I have no complaints about her service, and she’ll have mastered the eggshell complex by then, believe me. Storiesfrommystomach.
I feel like the middle man in Erykah Badu’s Tyrone, or maybe the downstairs neighbor witnessing this scenario of the couple. A guy not fully coprehending his relationship with the important lady in his life. I guess I’m in the middle because I am a guy and eventhough guys are bad sometimes, doesn’t mean guys don’t have moments of good too.
I had a long weekend and maybe it went by so fast because I am so dedicated to these causes I get involved in, it just naturally takes me away from anything else that could go on in my life. I think it is a double edge sword being sharpened when you work towards goals and ideas. The fruit and end result is nothing to be felt unless you went through it. There are things that only I can experience and that’s only because I put myself in these situations.
I am trying to make most of my time and at times it seems I am arguing with the calendar. The rotation of the days are becoming too routine for me. And that is something I must work on getting better at, managing my time but also my creativity in the grand scheme of things.
Keep in mind than I’m a artist and I’m senstive about my shit…
At the end of the road was only death. The scars are tying me to evil. Still I am safe in the arms of love. A fire inside my heart preparing me for winter. I was always trying to accompany joy. The mysteries are unraveling to what I knew was life.
I wanted to be something good in life. A dream to be realized and felt before death. The days are pure and nights are calm with love. I am afraid to be alone this winter. Strong with hope the clouds are full of joy.
In this world all that matters is joy. You must be open to what is real in order to experience life. Unafraid, I was so close to death. But I couldn’t blame evil. Now the only thing that will sustain any of us is love. I wish you a safe winter.
I pulled out a coat for the blue winter. Alive to feel heartache and joy. In the mountains I search for life. The fear of fear is only a death. Judgement itself is evil. The only thing keeping me here is love.
I waited patiently for a certain kind of love. Cold bliss in the snow of winter. We are old souls protecting the home of joy. Read in between the lines of life. Take chances, be open to what else will come besides death. Life spelled backwards is evil.
I am only me in the eyes of evil. There might be demons but I have love. The energy of us will outlast the long winter. I can only truly know myself by always appreciating joy. Spend your time carelessly understanding life. Death.
The world carries evil maybe to hide from death.
I hide in winter afraid to embrace love.
In this life, you only have joy.
I think my parents gave me a strange sense of music, I don’t mean that in a bad way. I mean their taste in music gave me inspiration to find other things when I could. I was really into metal and hip-hop/rap stuff, r&b jams. But growing up I remember driving around with my dad blasting Credence Clearwater Revival.
He listened to Bob Seger and Ted Nugent, Rolling Stones, Tina Turner. My Mom was into Pat Benatar, Rod Stewart, John Mellencanp, Journey. I have grown to appreciate all these artists and even rock with some. My older cousins introduced me the Snoop, and Dr. Dre, Jodeci.
Wither we wanted to hear it or not, this is what was playing. You know one of my biggest musical memories growing up was my Aunt Heidi. She had a wooden box in her house,it was a treasure chest of music. It was full of CDs, Sade, Mary J Blige, Brandy and Monica, R Kelly. It was everything I wanted, and seeing her relationship to this music, that just was an inspiration for me to fill my own box of music.
All these taste buds from my family, gave me the confidence to find new music and rediscover old.
(Near closing hour and finishing their discussion)
Rob: Hey hey we can talk about this all night and still be in the same place. It’s almost closing time and I want to purpose a question to end this discussion for now.
Clayton: Wow, talk about stepping up. I’ll drink to that.
Felix: Well what’s this question that will end all questions and bring closure to our award ceremony.
Jess: I am going to have to go through my music collection when I get home. I won’t be able to sleep with out hearing them now.
Rob: Alright, I know we talked about solos but this has more to do with the storytelling. I mean which guitar player was just a excellent storyteller or performer. It’s more about what they represented and how they contributed to the guitar for their band.
Jess: I’m going to step it up now, just kidding but very easily say Randy Rhoads playing for Ozzy Osborne. I mean Ozzy doesn’t shred but Rhoads definitely could and he held Ozzy down for that timeframe they jammed together. He could stand up on his own with his abilities, aw those screams. Ozzy is just awesome.
Rob: It takes a strong guitar player to rock with Ozzy.
You know I am going to not follow my own question. But Ozzy got me thinking about how much I enjoy an artist finding other artist to rock with. And I’ve been a Rolling Stone fan forever, all their music reminds me of growing up. I love their guitars, and songwriting. I like them way more than the Beatles. Yeah I said it, sue me but I rather get down to some Brown Sugar thank you.
Clayton: Funny you bring up the Beatles, their not my choice but I am saying Kurt Cobain of Nirvana is a top contender. And Kurt actually was inspired by the Beatles. He loved John and wanted to make music like the Beatles. Of course he made a his own sound but he was screaming his lungs out while strumming power chords. He wrote and performed, I’ve never seen Paul, or George jump into Ringo’s drum set. So Kurt just has that “X” factor, I mean he was screaming about something and doing it with a Fender that might be broken at the end of the night. How awesome is that?
Felix: I got another Fender man, of course I don’t think he would smash his, but I could be wrong. Bruce Springsteen, the boss, come on. He could tell a story like no other. And he always had a guitar strapped, I mean he has leads but the boss knows what he’s doing. His voice too, it just sounds so boss. He’s the boss…
The theme I’m using now is the second, the one I had before was cool, but I was having font color issues. Sometimes the font color made it hard to read with the black background. And I think that’s why I’m digging the current theme, the whiteness, the darkness comes from the front (black).
You know that first theme, it was during the time when I was using food idioms and memories related to food for posts. That was a wonderful recipe for posts and I will always keep it in my back pocket, yet the blog has other avenues for post ideas. So I think the change in theme was perfect for the blog’s transformation. It’s not just food, it’s poetry, hip-hop, sports analysis, short stories, and whatever else I want it to be.
I always thought I was bringing something different to the blog world, I wanted to share my writing but I really didn’t ask for blog advice from anyone. It evolves all the time because I’m not setting it to be one thing. Maybe that’s what fuels it too, because I’m writing about things that interest me. I post poems on days I feel like writing poems.
The name Storiesfrommystomach just came to me because I needed a domain name and it sounded smooth, it wasn’t taken. It worked for what I was going to be talking about, stories about my food accounts. Past or present, it still works and glad no one thought of it on WordPress before I did. Score.
You know each post is different and I guess it can depend on my mood, although I have been using writing prompts too. I think I’m so close to writer’s block that I’ll do whatever to come up with an idea. In my real life things can seem to be all over the place, day by day I take it on, but having the blog supports this artistic outlet in me.
A simplistic complicated mind working to understand life’s fruit.