DIGITAL BLOGGING

I can’t wait Β to get me a cheap fairly good DSLR camera, so I can take photos, videos and hopefully make short very short films with zero to a minus negative budget . Any recommendations? Good deals? Good cost effective DSLR cameras? for Beginners? HELP? Β 

Note: I’m currently a college student, and for some unknown reason my wallet hates flashy expensive things

Finders Keepers

We all need somebody

The blow was heavy

So we ask for rest

Bright in the day

The stab was deep

At a time when all we knew was red

We all need somebody

We all need another

Another to quench the thirst

Another to heal the bruise

Another to say all is well

 

 

Glass Messages

The preacher lied, they said

Some danced, others watched

We all live in a lie, a few whispered

A tear never wasted

A reservoir of redemption

Living where no soul dared

All vanity, he said

Yet they knew he spoke some truth

Track 3

“Hot as a fever, rattling bones

I could just taste it, taste it

If it’s not forever, if it’s just tonight

Oh, it’s still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest”

Kings of Leon – Sex on Fire

Chains Broken

Every step up that ladder seemed unattainable. The progress made so far was slow as it needed to be. Our thoughts were closer to pain than hope. Pain was easy to obtain. Pain required no formalities to settle into your place of rest; like an unwanted guest who refused to depart.
So I tried; again and again, on and on, I revved, but the clock refused to heed to my words. The wheels kept pushing forward; upward to somewhere that looked like heaven. So to the edge I step; a place where I had no choice but to move on.
Silence engulfs me
A deep sigh,
Back here, one last time
Then it begins
Forgetting pain and sweat, I run
My path gets more unclear by the day
But I preserve and scratch deep down
With my heart bleeding courage
I reached
I had come in last but nonetheless I had succeeded
To my own voice,
With precise clarity
I heard emptiness had fled away
Leaving behind a taste for survival

People of the Night

At this hour
Those without sleep, still search
The day was unsuccessful,
So they wait quietly in the night
Hopeful
Without any rightful mission in mind
While,
Some crave for sex in the darkness
Others crave for nothing in particular
Depriving themselves of sleep,
Only to lay down for a few hours,
And wake up miserable in the morning

Spin

When the young arrived the old quietly sat on their chairs

Our lives spin in circles hoping to align directly with our desires. Some people never get to see their deepest wishes come to fulfillment, but only a few realize whatever their heart had hoped for. They journey into loneliness without preconceived pressure, but with a free-flowing effortlessness. Unfair civilization; definitions of the world we continually live in. We are bound to hate one another with disdain and bitterness. Sometimes hoping for a change is like a ball stuck in a dead stream; hopelessly stagnant. Slowly and gradually we disappear into solitude and despair. Love seemed to be the right way but when sought and pursued, a cold shiver was received. SPIN

Third Person (Voice)

You know after all this; the constant pressure to succeed or fail, the pressure to fake a smile or a frown, the pressure to find one or another, or the constant looks from the street judges, there I am (moi). Standing there or maybe walking with my back turned, I look strange just walking, fighting my through another man’s time. I know that’s contemporary life; “you work to live,” but where is my own time?

The elites might know,Β I mean I toil for them everyday. They should know something, right?

Where am I in this ‘scatta’ ‘scatta’ mess?

Have you seen me lately?

I think I’m lost, missing in action

So is my voice lost in this strictly commercialized noise?

Oh well there it goes again, echoing away my soul

I can’t hear it, even if I lean further, it has gone too far, or am I too far away?

After all this motion and more motion

Where am I?

Where is my voice?

I think I might have to shout much more louder to get it back. Reach for the stars, they say!

 

Flow

In conflict, the love for friction

On soil, the seeds hold on tighter

On paper, the lies sink deeper

In all there is

Then or now

All can be saved

In mind, paint another dream

In soul, cry for another time