::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Thursday, December 20, 2012


How quickly we shed our morals for a moment in the limelight. Every emotion, reaction, thrown out to the world with expectations of reciprocal grandeur. We shout our every thought to the sky and demand, in our audacity, an admiring audience's applause.

I no better, throw my thoughts to the world.

Still, this despicable humanity seems hungry for the next heartbreak before we've recovered the last.

This collective catharsis is but a catalyst for the next catastrophe.

Disgusted, I find myself wishing the Mayans were right, that this would be the end of days for our despicable species.

For in our ingenuity we design our own fate, our biological superiority but a step in our prolonged self destruction.

Today is just another step towards the unknown, and somehow despite our recent history, I dare to hope.

Perhaps I am a fool.

If so, let me play my part, to entertain those who listen with my own humanity.

Sunday, December 16, 2012


I shed tears for souls lost to unchecked depravity. My heart breaks for the families left behind by a stranger's insanity. No sane man could gun down any innocent human. Those who have surely suffer some scarcity of the soul.

To kill a child is unthinkable, yet still, a psychopath murdered many and my thoughts of humanity turned darker than I care to admit. I am heartbroken that I could indeed believe it possible. Crime occurs everyday. Violence originating from human flaws: jealousy, greed, lust, hatred, disappointment and great sorrow.

We all feel these things, what my great hope for humanity is that we will rise above them and learn that as we struggle to live we must depend upon each other, not fight our way to apparent success.

Only a tortured soul could commit an act of such terror -- and with the occurrence of such violent acts on the rise I hope that everyone would act with more sensitivity towards every person they know and meet.

I believe in love.

I believe in the power of love in healing a broken heart.

I recognize insanity as a disease and wish that someone could have helped the now dead murderer before he reached such a tipping point. Whatever his motives or reasoning might have been, they came from a fragmented mind. Anyone so desperate as to murder or, in this tragic case, massacre schoolchildren, must surely be insane.

I do not mean to suggest insanity as an excuse, or to place blame. I only hope that by being mindful of the lives and emotions if those around me I can be a light for those who are lost in darkness.

I hope that the families of the victims of the terrible shooting can heal, eventually.

I hope that the family of the shooter can also heal from the shock and loss they too have experienced, and that the world recognize and respect their loss.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Launch Codes

She scribbles notes
On her hands in
Indelible ink

Like launch codes

Morsels of
critical information
She fears she will lose
to the night

Telephone numbers,

If found please call . . .

Maps to a car park,
To stumble her way back
At the end of the night,
Or sometimes as she
Slips out
before the sun returns.

Tonight she thinks a moment longer
Before beginning her inscription

Where is home?
Who to call?
Why bother writing at all?

As the night goes on
she slips away
To add details
which she's picked up
Often to the dismay
Of her baffled

But she flashes a smile
And all is forgiven
This quirk of hers
just another illusion.


When the world ends,
Promise you'll be with me.
When the sky falls,
Lets watch it crash together.
When the zombies come
When the crazies take over

3. Time
2. Stands
1. Still

Promise that you'll be there
To hold my hand at the end of the world

So we might hold on to each other
And survive it.

Together we stand strong
Together we build castles
Together we fight demons

Together we might dance in the light of morning, having survived the darkness of night.

So promise.

When the world ends,
Stand with me.

Monday, December 10, 2012


Little dreams
Carried away on the wind
Quiet whispers that only
The fairies will hear

Little truths
Silently carried
Heavy burdens in tiny packages
Sent but never received

Little moments
Carried in the heart
Favorite memories that only
You and I know.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

More AWESOME from The Amazing Kyle DeForrest

Hi there, Universe!

So my favorite musician, brother, and one of the most incredible human beings on earth has released three new songs on youtube that ALL OF YOU READING THIS should check out.  (Note, I'm YELLING because ITS SO INCREDIBLY COOL!)

Also, I sing in two of said new songs.

Are you intrigued?

Go forth and enjoy the music my friends! (Watch in order!)

Please let us know what you think here or on facebook, for those of you who do that!