Go Ghost

Life's a finicky kind of tricky you know...
the more we try to live straight the more the crooked test you.

you see for the past month or so I've been inn the process of turning my life around and following a different path, but the complexities thereof are just so vast.

Friends, Family and the others.

friends tend to keep us hooked into a previous life be that good or bad but in an instance such as mine it becomes tricky as the life I'm choosing leaves no room for the secular enjoyments. tough beings a good person and ghosting on them.

Family...

Love is not a Verb it's you looking in the Mirror

Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons, but when it’s all said and done they all have one thing in common. They are like shooting stars in

a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity and in a flash it’s all gone. However nothing is lost because nothing can be lost and the aging sluggish body is left to kindle the cold embers left from earlier fires to surely flame again.

So never give up on a good thing, be the James Gatz chasing his Daisy. May the odds be against you but the universe be in your favour. Stay sharp, be true to yourself, set her free, and true love will ensure that once she comes back she’ll be yours and you’ll be hers for eternity till your sight grows dim.

Suicide Watch

This is the way you were made. These are the facts of your situation. It’s bad. In fact, it’s so bad, it’s impossible to do anything about it. And therefore you are free from any responsibility to clean it up. Nobody can blame you for anything. 

Suicide?

 that’s the easy way out, and besides whose going to clean up your grubby corpse. 

Fuck, so I’m stuck here then? 

IMITATION is Suicide

and  

Worst of all you’re stuck here with me. So either its carry on our days laboring away at the mundane so called “adventures” of the peasant minded folk or alternatively you’ll fasten your seat-belt hold tight and I’ll steer you into an irrational reality where up is down and left is circular 

And  right promises you’ll boomerang back into an abyss with a dictionary in your hands and life ultimately never leads to death

Death is but a man made conception to rationalize that what only consists in the realm of the G-d’s 

But seeing is believing right?

NO, I choose to see but I shall never believe that what has been put in front of me. For man can  only curate but never create (Google it if your mind is too feeble to understand)

So don’t do drugs 

Don’t drink and drive  but…    do mankind a favor

and for once in your life    THINK!

 

  

Get your shit together

Chase

Pee into the wind because that’s what they said DO NOT

Live large and risk losing it all

In risk is reward

In loss is a Win

Knowledge is power

But love is absolute
don't be afraid to love 

love,

 

Get lost in her eyes

Do not touch her thighs

Live a little and shit a brick,

 because that’s life,it’s all for kicks

Been a While out for the weekend.

Its been a year since I've last written anything more creative than my name in blue. Since then I have claimed to have learnt  about myself - or found it in some or other obscure way- since the summer of 2017 I've gained friends whilst losing others to the wind.

my name's Burton, or at-least this is the identity I strive  to build.  Burton wouldn't be what Dylan was, Dylan was built on a jelly like foundation with an obscure vision of his identity , being susceptible to peer pressure, morally easily swayed and the hardest part of all he believed  in people blindly.

The idea was to teach new found Burton the history of DB the one that no longer exists but is still recalled by many. DB was peculiar by nature and he was conscience that he has been cut differently and used this to his advantage in order to be socially accepted or ultimately shunned to live life as the village idiot.

Simplicity

Simplicity.  Word that carries some sort of weight to us. I guess it's something we're all chasing , but are we really?

We spend our counting days in a world constantly bettering itself in an age of "ease of access" making things easier, simpler by complicating them more. We chasing an idea constantly running, step after step the mechanics of life put together tools like mobile communication with this that which complicates our struggle to communicate making us antisocial in simplicity but we can navigate between apps seamlessly.

 Let me sail with your mind's eye to an lush green island off the coast of a mainland not disrupted entirely by humanity. Here we're sitting on the peachy smooth sanded shore with an infinity pool of ocean, as the sun kisses our skin with the warmth of is presence all is calm all is quiet. Beside sits a loved one the perfect soul to accompany yours, forever is too short to get to know a special being as this. As the breath of the ocean whispers a fanning breeze there are no worries on a brow or ailing aches of age.

 Serene Simplicity. Exit reality.

KISS (Keep It Simple Stupid)

we lose ourselves in the made up complexities of life striving to be different but then creating a person that's not true to the spirit of our true personality. We cut our hair weird and we wear T-shirts saying things we don't mean.

I lost myself for a brief moment, that brief moment lasting a little more than half a year leading to early morning bedtimes and me chasing a something I believed i could be apart of.

This world never really let me in but instead allowed me to peek through the window maybe let me visit a time or two, i enjoyed it but but but the was not the Burt i had set out to be.

this was not a world for the linguist in me, well they loved the metal boxes i presented at their gatherings and a made a friend or two, that wouldn't recognize me ten or so breaths later, but for a brief period i thought i would belong here.  

but then the truth began bubbling in the depth of my soul . this place began to have me longing  for the home i knew i had. the feelings i know i felt. but by the time i had realized this damage had been done not entirely irreparable but time had been lost and playing the game catch-up is a hard task to be done.

So on a journey home my mind substance mushed i began to ride a train of thought 

my physical journey had become a mental one and the home started to dawn on me 

who is Burt the question i have longed to find the answer to approached me. I began to look at the basics, and take a look at the gentleman who raised me and the example he had set. nearly the perfect example he had set but the me i had been searching for had closed my eyes and i hadn't been able to see the man the legend of the me i could be right here without having to search.

so now i become to retract myself from the world and focus on who I am a hard journey but i have to drive myself to embark on it...

(Note: These are unedited thoughts written in a hastily manner not paying full respect to the laws of correct punctuation and grammar, these thoughts are too written as processed and feel free to comment on the style and tone of this post)