….only grow as bright as the light i write.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
…internal and external have the power to tilt our spirit ladder towards a climb to the clouds or drop into dirt. Be conscious of which way your ladder leans
© Anthony Gorman 2018
A Stan Lee quote this week really impacted me. It was the one where he highlighted the importance of entertainment in the world’s worth.
I feel the same way about art, music and writing. If I opened up a tech toy store on the industrial road corner, my family and shallow friends would see it as success, but my writing of poems… my paintings.. they are just a “hobby”.. a pass-time
But with things like ideas and thoughts, you can’t hold them, light them up, race them down a track or build them higher than one beside the other.. they are harder to price, estimate… until they reach tangible status
scribbling a few words on a napkin doesn’t carry the same curb appeal as bombing down the highway in whatever cock car you buy, but it’s connected to far more truth…and heart, and spirit
I just want to take a moment to acknowledge all you creative spirits out there who purge your vulnerabilities for the greater good and not book value.
Our world will never truly know your worth until it’s without
keep bleeding, and I’ll keep feeding…
because they gush through me, to bleed…
ideally, through my poetry
i’ll cast a cobweb of empathy
over evil i’s hellbent on dispelling
now’s need for globe-bridging hope
©Anthony Gorman 2018
Sorry for the lack of content over the past week or so.. I’ve been dreadfully sick. Actually, who knows.. maybe you’ve enjoyed the respite from my brand of over-inflated posturing and pretentious poetry! 😉 Anyway.. I’m back…and expect words tonight..
You’ve been warned!
I’ve been the guiltiest proponent of man-bashing in my posts, through my poetry and my daily interactions. Though I think the mindsets of many of today’s men are in the darkest and most destructive of places, I am not sure that ridiculing men for it serves any purpose other than to purge my own vitriol towards them.
I mean, we have to live with men, as part of our experienced realities. I’m not sure that creating a divide between “the good men” and “the bad men” serves any better purpose than it does it any other black and white thought context.
Maybe we need to start to figure out a way to help the “lost and broken” men find a way back to their caring and protective natures, rather than the hateful and aggressive ones we are seeing now.
How do we do this? I am not sure. But should this not be the goal? Not to create more hate and shame?
Just thinking things… dangerous, truly dangerous when my wheels get turning I tell you.