Once you’ve cut all the ties, and you feel like you’ll just float away, it is time to do some soul-searching. Along the way you will find, there was one person. One with whom even when floating, helps you to feel grounded.
Tag: #write
Pebbles and Sand
The Ides Of March Brings Forth The New Year.
If you move a single pebble from the beach you can change the whole world.
It is said if you move a single pebble on the beach, you set up a different pattern, and everything in the world is changed.
It can also be said that love can change the future, if it is deep enough, true enough, and selfless enough.
It can prevent a war, prohibit a plague, and keep the whole world… Whole.
Just at the moment when the dew droplet forms on a flower petal.
There is Equilibrium in the air.
A single fraction in time.
When perfection becomes one,
Where again will this moment appear?
Never again, it is plainly clear.
Once a moment is gone…
It is lost forever in the fabric of time. — Wade Lancaster
There can be no Friendship where there is no Freedom. Friendship loves a free Air, and will not be penned up in straight and narrow Enclosures. It will speak freely, and act so too; and take nothing ill where no ill is meant; nay, where it is, ’twill easily forgive, and forget too, upon small Acknowledgments. ~ William Penn
Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. At all events, the two latter are of less frequent occurrence. ~ Goethe in The Sorrows of Young Werther
Let someone love you just the way you are. As flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel and as accomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
Brokenness distills the intentions of the heart by helping us to be more honest with ourselves. We begin to realize that we are more vulnerable than at first we thought; that our faith is not as strong as we imagined, and that our motives are often mixed and unconscious. Illusions are striped away; idols crumble; deeper levels of selfishness are uncovered; the gap between our words and our deeds. If someone comes into your life and has a positive impact on you, be thankful that your paths crossed. And even if they can’t stay for some reason, be thankful that they somehow made you happy, even if it was just for a while.
If you truly love someone, you will do whatever it takes for both of you to last forever. You will learn to be more patient, caring, understanding, trustworthy, faithful, forgiving and tolerant. You’ll learn to be less argumentative, doubtful and judgmental. Just trust your heart with your mind. If you want to give a real gift to anyone, give them your time, attention and importance. A loving heart doesn’t expect anything more than that.
I wanted you to know something,
I mean really know it, more than
just allowing the words to escape
through your ears, I want you to
etch them into your bones,
write them on a board and nail
them to the chambers of your heart,
I need you to understand and feel
every single syllable I tell you,
because… This is important:
“Don’t hurt me.”
I don’t think I could
properly describe
to you how life ‘is’—
because how often
moments change from
quiet and chaotic to
loud and peaceful— life
that’s an adventure that’s
not going to end, while we
search for love in every
corner of every human’s heart,
and I can hear the wind whispering
love me love me love me
I fell adrift, floating
through thickness like
humidity sticking to my skin,
I felt trapped in the stomach
of uncertainty, which became
the heart of misunderstanding,
my clothing drenched in hope’s
tears, how clichéd my day turns
into nights and my skeleton creaks
under the pressure of my dreams,
how long have I struggled and
how much farther do I have left to go. — You Know
If Only You Could Hear Me
If you could hear me, there are things I could tell you:
like my dreams, I was a branch and you were a bird
and you built your nest and I gave you a home, and
I was the bird and you were the worm and you wiggled
beneath my lips and you nourished my body, and
I became the worm and you were the dirt and
I gave you warmth and guidance and quenched
your thirst and then I was the dirt and you were
a child and you shaped me into pies squished
between your chubby fingers and I rested on
your cheeks until I became the child and you became
my pet and we danced in the rain and chased after
the birds and you snuggled up to me next to a fire
and we slept, and I became the pet and you were
my owner and you fed me and gave me affection
because I was loyal and then I became the owner
and you became my love and we found ourselves
in between clean sheets, damp with sweat and
stripped naked and satisfied and the sun began
to peak through our blinds and you became
the sun and I turned into the moon and we’ll
be immortalized day and night and you’ll fall
in love with me every moment and I didn’t want
to find myself in reality again, but when I woke
I realized you were still there, kept in my heart
and for now, that’s all I need until I want more
and more comes with the future and the future
will be our adventure—if you were listening,
I would tell you all this so you could understand
that I’m waiting: you’re my bird and I’m your branch.
This is about being who I am.
Sometimes the glass is simply half empty,
but most of the time it’s overflowing.
I laugh loudly and infectiously.
My writing starts in my heart,
travels to my mind, and
spills from my fingers and
if I don’t catch it in time, I’ll lose it.
I try to write as universally
as possible, but it’s always so personal.
I’m too loyal to people, wanting to give
them my last breath if it meant
they would love me unconditionally
and without fear.
I get so drained from being who I am,
from trying to be patient and understanding
and offering an ocean and
I only receive a grain of sand in return.
I remember the struggle to find
my footing on this polluted earth,
in my attempt to find knowledge —
I never needed to understand
the situation, but I needed to
find closure, they never
considered to give me that,
there always seemed to be a
deafness that pressed against
my ears filled with fear
it became inevitable like a
time bomb, like skinned knees and
bruised elbows, like broken hearts,
I’ve only found solace at midnight
when the world gets quieter and
softer and I’m closer to falling
into sleeping dreams of my
imagination at its best where
my hope hasn’t suffered and
everything seems attainable yet.
I wake up wondering if I’m meant
for another life—because this process
has been far too hard on my skeleton
and it’s my soul that’s starting to fade.
I Observe, but not absorb. I choose calm. I choose peace. I choose love. I choose life.
Alive within the energy field of every single one of you is a light so abundant, so overwhelmingly alive, that to touch upon it would fill your longing hearts.
Bartholomew Reflections of an Elder Brother
My Novel Idea
Friendship is the strongest foundation two people can ever share. A true friend is someone who helps me to be a better person. Be there for me, please?
I Think perhaps it is time to post some of my writings to the wall. Certainly I have so much to say, yet so little time to write. We all have that voice in our head. Not the one that tells someone some psychotic notion to destroy, (yet I know people who are set on destruction) but one that say to write. Heck! It actually screams at me. I am deep in thought even when working. Aside from my constant thought of the woman I love, my thoughts are at most time thinking about what to write.
Thinking about writing, never truly gets us anywhere if we do not place the pen to paper. Or in this technology age, to keyboard. I feel very fortunate to have learned to use notepad (onenote) and voice snips to capture my thoughts. Without these the idea would soon be forgotten or become something I never intended to say. We must make full use of the tools available as writers. How many times have you thought of something brilliant while driving or doing some other hands on task, and not been able to also jot it down? I have found that a Bluetooth headset solves this for me. I can send a text (sms) to myself or save it to onenote. I bought a Bluetooth, when I was driving over the road. It enabled my beautiful woman and myself to talk, sometimes for hours, while I drove. Don’t text and drive Y’all 🙂
So, back to this thought, on writing. I shall create a new page. And herein I will began as chapter one. Then as I build the book, I could make as many child post to the parent. I love creating with @wordpress #wordpress is a very powerful and easy way we can share our thoughts from the mind to the virtual world.
A Word About Publishing
‘It all starts with you. If you’re not ready to wear a new hat or have others help you, then find enjoyment just writing for yourself and your cat’.
Self-Publish, Vanity Publish, Traditional Publish.
When you have spent months or years writing your book, it becomes a novel idea when we decide to put all that effort into book form. So, what to do, who to turn to, where can you get your book published and by whom?
publish
[ ˈpəbliSH ] verb
verb: publish third person present: publishes past tense: published past participle:
1.(of an author or company) prepare and issue (a book, journal, piece of music, or other work) for public sale:
“we publish practical reference books”
synonyms: issue bring out produce print
2.communicate (a libel) to a third party
There are many options today. Self publishing has become the “NEW” way people are getting their book out. Yet it does mean you still have to be able to have the money, method, marketing and warehousing to choose this method.
With the Internet, “The world becomes like a small village.” #quoteofwadelancaster and you can reach a large number in your target audience. However, you still have limited yourself to a small portion of what you can achieve.
I found a publisher for my novel. It is a truly convoluted tale, about a man, who meets a woman, online. His past, dreams and real world experience, the virtual reality sword and how everything ties together. Held only by the thread of hope… will they ever find the destiny of true love and happiness together as one. A vixen, a vampire, a knight, and a geek. Passions and hate mixed with an ongoing attempt to unite the two as one. A truck and travels, a home not secured. Lies and secrets and hidden agenda’s what could become of these. A monster and an angel, a beast and a saint, what a convoluted story, real and virtual can make?
I plan to write a vast amount here, in my blog. And give my view on why you should write. Write from the heart, from mind to pen. The words of your vision, to keyboard you can spell.
Wade Lancaster 