How’s it going y’all? I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything on here. I apologize for that my dear minions, sometimes however it’s necessary to just…stay off the internet and away from places where your anger and just general blah can affect others.
I’ve made some choices and mistakes since we chatted last. I’ll be posting some pictures here in the next little bit. I’ve been doing a good deal more writing recently. After having decided to majorly cut contact with a person who was incredibly unhealthy for me I’ve felt…..far more free emotionally.
Much less mental barriers now. I feel that truly some LONG overdue healing is beginning to take place now. Along with this I’d like to let y’all know that I’m up to sixty? Roughly sixty or so pages of poetry in my ongoing manuscript. I’m still adding to that though, alongside that I’m also beginning to add my watermarked photography to the manuscript.
Getting things cleaned up a bit while I start looking for where to begin the process of getting things ready for seeking a publisher or self-publishing. (If anyone knows where to start that process drop a comment please?)
Without going into too much detail I hung out with a friend a little bit ago and as they are a creative type I’m sure they’ll appreciate the creativity of what I’m about to debut. My poetry has been taking on a more hopeful and real tone recently. This is a new composition titled “Not too distant shores” the themes in this poem (at least to me) are discovery both of self and just life in general, weathering the storms of life. Insecurities, trust issues etc. I wanted to basically just write and say damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead.
In any event poetry is subjective to each and every reader. To quote a favorite poet of mine. (Atticus) The beauty of poetry is that it’s found when it’s needed most. In any event I present “Not too distant shores”
Uncertainty swirls within my mind.
Music, filling room lit by Christmas lights as pencil twirls across scarred knuckles.
Pacing within mental mansion, honest evaluation of thought within every footstep.
Less than an hours’ worth of conversation; yet undeniable attraction.
Honesty with self, something desperately sought.
Attempting navigation of mental maelstrom; bright beacons of navigation lighting my skies.
Not from stars; no, from hope.
Chaotic winds filling my sails as I chart a new course.
Steady the rudder, all ahead full.
Hope, faith and heart driving me ever onward; where perhaps, an angel waits on not too distant shores.
I leave this open for everyone to interpret on their own. This poem is littered with metaphors that can be interpreted in a variety of ways. No, I’m not going to tell y’all my interpretation but I welcome questions about it and what it might mean to any of y’all.
I hope y’all are well my friends, In today’s world everyone seems mad as a hatter. Choose love, to quote my brother “Don’t be a dick it makes everything easier on everyone.”
Rapha Yada my friends; peace be with you.
Richard
Holy Water, Burning Man 