The Aeon Sea

It’s time for the continuation of reblog Friday. This is another poem I really liked that didn’t get a lot of attention. But maybe it’s just not to people’s tastes. Some of my more out their pomes can be a little underloved. That’s okay–I still love them.

Wandering Poems

I am adrift on the Aeon sea, this place that connects all reality. This place that makes the worlds serve it’s call. The ocean is made of rainbow light–or is it water? It’s so hard to tell. When I throw a stone into the water it is sucked in as though the water is made of tar. I have no hope of swimming or even rowing. So adrift I will be.

My craft is a dead bit of land that somehow floats on the sea. Set adrift by the end of our current–or former reality. And so I’m left to ponder how long I will last. Alone, alive, and adrift on the never ending Aeon Sea.

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2019 Reflection

So 2019 is coming to it’s inevitable end and honestly I’m not sure how to feel about that. I had intended to write a poem. But with everything that has happened this year both personally and in the world at large I’m not really sure where to start.

So here is my overall reflection on 2019: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Whew, glad I got that out of my system. In truth 2019 has been a really stressful year, I got a promotion at work which has been a lot more work then I thought it would be. The political situation has only gotten more crazy and polarized. And a lot of the fandoms I’m apart of have started to become polarized as well. I’ve even had to leave some of those communities for the sake of my mental health.

But the end of one opportunity is the start of another. So I’m trying to look at this as an opportunity to have more time to play other video games and work on other projects like my writing.

And as long as we’re on the topic of projects I’ll be carrying over some of my projects to 2020. I’ve been working on another book called Lost Sun and that’s been coming along nicely. I hope to have that done by this time next year–but one never knows how long a writing project is going to take.

I’ve also been working on my own table top rpg and I’ve been really excited about that. Though that’s been a little harder then I thought it would be. But I’ve been determined to get that up and running.

And last but not lest my “Worlds” Project that I’m going to be posting more of here. That’s something that I’ve been looking forward to working on. But I’ve been having a bit of a hard time coming up with good idea’s for it. I hope to tell you more about this particular project in 2020 once I’ve gotten the details hammered down.

On a more personal note I’ve been having a lot of fun with Table Top RPGs this year and I’m finally starting to read more as well. So I hope that next year brings more fun personal changes as well. I keep thinking that I might actually be able to get to my video game back log as well. But who knows how 2020 is going to play out. Not me that’s for sure.

See everyone in 2020.

Idealistic Strife

As it turns out I’m bad at remembering to do reblog Mondays…so I guess I’m switching back to Friday.

Wandering Poems

I know you always say,
That I can do anything,
If I only just believe.

I’m not one to fight,
Against that idealistic strife,
But I thought maybe you should know,
Your not helping anyone,
With that kind of talk.
The world is far to complicated,
To be solved with cheesy one-liners,
And fortune cookie encouragements.

And yet when I need help,
Those sorts of things are all I hear,
Does it help you assuage your guilt,
Of not helping those in need?

If you really believe that you can do anything,
Then why have you not yet helped me?

Either you are more powerless then you thought,
Or you really don’t care.

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The Aeon Sea

I am adrift on the Aeon sea, this place that connects all reality. This place that makes the worlds serve it’s call. The ocean is made of rainbow light–or is it water? It’s so hard to tell. When I throw a stone into the water it is sucked in as though the water is made of tar. I have no hope of swimming or even rowing. So adrift I will be.

My craft is a dead bit of land that somehow floats on the sea. Set adrift by the end of our current–or former reality. And so I’m left to ponder how long I will last. Alone, alive, and adrift on the never ending Aeon Sea.