Grateful

The first poem “greed and war” in the series “voices on skin” faired well in the U.S and internationally. 

For the month of July, I was voted author of the month, my pieces will be showcased for the month of august on spillwords.com 

I was surprised by this news, grateful and thankful to everyone who took the time to read through my writings. 

Going through and interviewing ppl throught Connecticut has been very humbling, it’s my hope that these stories are brought to life through words, from a pen, their emotions flow. The reader may walk through their emotions, feel their struggle but also see the strength of will to keep going. 

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Reflection 

     My greatest reflection of self and truth lay upon stone. 

  
  Left bare by touch.

 Exposed through battles.

 Made alive through fear.

Able to hear silence by the outward ear closing. 

Seeing truth while the physical eye closes to all that’s tangible. 

Perceptions change depending upon where the sole paces. 

Granting the soul freedom to hear wisdom through endless formations upon stone. 

Shrouded within me

     I had needed to taste of self for the betrayer dwelled within.  

 
     The enemy had lay within, buried by distractions. 

The adversary shrouded within, camouflaged by dawns light. 

Reflections absorbed in what lay visibly. 

Ponderings vainly drenched and propped up the seed of illusions, concealed in false hopes. Birthed by a word. Nurtured by the eye be holding a cliche ineffectually. 

The eye fixed on what is tangible but I needed to taste of self,  the betrayer had not lay without but rather rested within me.  

To taste of self and recognize the betrayer within, the deceiver without cannot bind. If the fool within had not been concealed, masked by the days toils, the foolish without would not attach so easily. 

Adversity

In the midst of adversity the warrior rises. Warriors are created not born, birthed in the storm, awoken in the midst of trials. Adversities are common and must come. Adversity has purposes, to detox you from a life that no longer suits you. To awaken you from your core and shed what no longer offers growth. Adversity demands change and forces the soul to reflect on what others cannot see. At times adversity will force the soul to face itself alone and at other times show you, you are only as strong as those that surround you. Adversity has a design, it’s timing is perfect, it’s voice is loud and will grow louder each times it’s ignored. Adversity carries with it defeat and victory, both wait for your choosing. 

     Most reject adversity. I’ve come to see if adversity is handled rightly, the very thing your trying to avoid, the pain or whatever emotion shows itself to be predominate during adversity, is the very thing that will save you. 

  

The breath of beauty

The looking glass reflects an image of a beauty adorned, sculpted, manipulated, and carved.  Beauty is best seen when you close your eyes.   

     Beauty’s awakening begins with a breath. It’s breath unseen, unable to reflect itself in portrait, and yet ever flowing from within, adoring a carved image. It’s breath cannot be dressed in jewels, for a jewel cannot enhance the breath of beauty. If it’s breath is flawed, the sculpted images radiance will dull, it’s eyes lifeless, and it’s heart waxed cold, until the carved image closes it’s eyes to glance upon beauty’s breath. 

Rising from ashes. The souls process of birth

     Formed through the whispers of self doubt. Created trough adversity and passions that outweigh any spoken definition. Break from within and new life forms causing all pretenses without to die, allowing all that is real, raw, and of truth to plant itself.   

     I’ve climbed here before but not like this, something new was forging itself through this vessel of existence I had become. 

     Many have asked me, “what do you see when you look at these rocks?” I probably see what most don’t. I see self rising from ashes. Rising from pain, tired, vanities, consequence of choices, and a self that had never dared to live because of the paved road I was on, a path created by others.  I needed to seperate from this path and all that is familiar. I’ve come to learn and understand this, if was going to choose to seperate from what’s toxic(no matter what that toxic is to you), I’m not only making a decision about the “thing,” I’m making a choice, a decision about myself, a choice to remain in ashes or to rise from it.  This rock represents that to me; the souls process of birth, a rise from ashes..

                  

    

     It’s only through great struggles in weakness that strong can be formed within.  

  
     I’ve been neglectful of this blog and I apologies to everyone following. I’d like to bring everyone up to date on what’s been happening. 

     When this journey first started, I had set out to simply re create my life or try to anyway. I started out on one path and due to my climbing partner gracefully bowing out, everything seemed to be at a stand still. The thing I least wanted to happen had  happened but I now understand that her gracefully bowing was the very thing I needed. Some of this journey needed to be done alone so I could truly find myself and become my own kind of self made. 

     “Savage athletic co” has named me brand ambassador. My responsibilities include; writing some articles/stories, promo posters, motivational images and being able to climb I their apparel. This was the last thing I thought would happen, and the last thing I ever expected. I’ve been alittle distracted trying to adjust to everything and mange different accounts. My goal with the blog is to continue and publish every 2 weeks. 

      Sometimes in life the very thing you dread going through is the very thing you need to experience. 

     Thank you for your patience 

Scars engraved 

     This rock has defined my story, told through every scar engraved upon my body. Every scar earned and defined by no other definition than my own. 

     These scars tell a story of becoming self defined by no other voice than that of, passion, struggle, weakness, victory, failure, and strength. 

     Every scar carries an unspoken story to my journey, a story not defined by anyone else’s stanndards and constantly in motion. 

     Every scar on my body is reflective to holding on a letting go.

     

  
To bring everyone up to date. I’ve recently excepted an offer to be “brand ambassador” for an athletic company, “savage athletic co” they have asked me to contribute writings, motivational images, promo poster and photos in their clothing. I accepted the offer because this company best reflects were I am in my life. I look forward to this part of the journey. I also want to take a moment to thank everyone for taking an interest in my blog. I’m working on a story to post soon. 

A story behind the climb 

     Character cannot be developed in ease and quite. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.. -Helen Keller 

      It all seems so flawless, every move unwavering and without hesitation.

      There’s a story behind every climber and what appears to be an effortless send. Nothin begins completed and the send dosent just happen.

      September 15th, 7:30 am. I gather my gear together and head for the Catholes. Although it feels longer I’ve been working this route for 2 and 1/2 weeks. The beginning of this route has proven to be challenging, the size of the holds slightly beyond the strength of my fingers. 

I set myself for the first move to the route. With my left hand I reach for the second hold, push off with my right foot to have the rock crumble beneath my foot causing my right hand to slip, I’m left hanging by my left hand. I struggle to reposition my right hand as my foot sets itself on a more stable area of rock.

I haven’t completed this route but it will be worked continuously until it’s sent(completed). 

      In the beginning I would spend hours watching climbers complete routes without flaw. Each move like words to a poem carefully chosen and placed. 

      I’ve spent countless hours on the same rock battling fears, fustrations and the fight to control a wandering mind.

      The rock will leave it’s own reminder of why most quit. The success of a route isn’t just handed to any climber. Success is earned through torn skin,  aching fingers, bruises, blood and the battle to push beyond your own limitations. The flawless moves are earned through countless hours, staying when everyone leaves and understanding success forms itself through great struggle..