Unstrapped: January 2012

UNSTRAP YOURSELF

I decided to take the plundge, and see what a blog could do to help me link a series of thoughts together and research a way into the growing necessity for truth. By adding Unstrapped to the blog culture, I hope to share a perspective that will lead us to question our attachments which create a desire to own that which we idolize. I also want to bring up political and social diconnectivity. What are the issues we face today that mould us into who we are ideologically? Can we review our outlook? Can we learn to perceive in other ways? Is it possible to live a complete and simple life, and give others the respect of individualism? Through spoken word, rhyme, art, simply you, and prose- I invite readers to contribute their own stories and experiences. Is the weight of the world and it's incongruances in your head? Are you feeling tied down to someone or something? Are you feeling devoid of a sense of independence? Are you free, and want to share the freedom virus? Can you let go of your attachments and join a truly unstrapped world? More importantly, can you be real and true to yourself? If we can express ourselves freely, we can help each other come to a place of ease. Use this blog as a peaceful sanctuary where you can find a place to clear your mind and discover a refreshing new way to live! Through your interest here, we can get together and make this happen! The point? Spread this around like FIYA! Wear it with a smile that melts the layers away from the strapped. Let's talk about things that don't connect!

Friday, January 6, 2012

Snow Seems

I'm trying to be positive with the weather scene upon us- realized in my state of seasonal confusion, I hadn't posted anything in a while. So here goes: a free-flow rhyme for the sign of the time :) hope it makes you feel cozy and happy in the cold dry sun!

Sorry guys, things are just not what may seem
and in the light you see a beam
its projecting a ray of security
with warmth and comfort and a well rounded currency
fractals upon us in a desolate pattern
and without the icey crystals in a dry earthen splatter
i traced my finger in a line of ants
and watched as they milled around with discombobulated rants
and when i looked up and saw what was before me
it seemed we did the same to our cloud seed
and people wondered with nowhere to go
lost in a world without any snow...

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...