Within The Confines of a Beautiful Mind

This blog will follow a jaded prospective author's not so riveting journey (or descent) into the dark recesses of abstract thought. Follow along as our brave hero does daring do, and attempts to battle mediocrity, armed with nothing but astute observation and a penchant for self expression.

"It takes great emotional acumen to truly understand that happiness is the only human form who’s very presence destroys the reason for it’s existence. To embrace happiness as a momentary folly in the distinct narrow line that is mortality, the comma in the run on sentence that is our perceived consciousness is an enlightened state few of us reach, it is also the bursting of the reality bubble, and the damning of all the little white lies we tell to ourselves; the truth whispers and lies scream; and for most people it is just better that way, sometimes existing is just better that way."

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Excerpt from my upcoming Chapbook

“Jive Turkey Renaissance”

~C.B.M

"Knowledge is what they call a phantom right. It’s a translucent understanding of an opaque continuance. It bears no weight in the physical world; without action; risk. Risk of course is the catalyst of success, the very sire to greatness and one should always be willing to take a risk on themselves. Take risks as you must, but never gamble tomorrow."

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Excerpt from my upcoming book

Jive Turkey Renaissance

~C.B.M

"Reality is cruel…It is known that in the physical world; one cannot change the size and the quantity of something without altering; diluting, its quality. Inversely that is the very thing that makes imagination great; changing the size and the quantity of your dreams, improves, drastically, the quality. That is the beauty, the grace, of abstract theory."

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Excerpt from my upcoming book

Jive Turkey Renaissance

~C.B.M

"I stopped believing in fiction a long time ago. I don’t mean fiction as in fantasy, I am speaking in regards to things like fear, self loathing, and hate. Those vile things we teach ourselves; pass on; and equivocate. Fantasy; imagination on the other hand, is something you can’t possibly learn, it’s kind of absorbed through experiential osmosis; insight, and to me there is nothing more real; true, than insight piqued through imagination."

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Excerpt from my upcoming book —> Jive Turkey Renaissance

~C.B.M

I love the chaos of it all
the anxiety
anonymity
the non-confidence of it all
is it coincidence that serendipity is sister to serene
calamity to calm
how its all so charismatically pristine
how prismatic an acumen
chaos is to us all
how do we learn to stand
if we never feel a fall
how do we learn to listen
if we never seek the call
for meaning is nothing but a question left absolved
some men think it wise
to seek meaning when we stand
if at all
wiser is it still
to scour the ground when we fall

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~C.B.M

I often dream of sapphire skies
where the tiresome bolts of indiscretion
no longer threaten to zap the people from their bodies
a jolt that blisters and bubbles up
painfully
but is so easy to hide
just cover it with forget me nots
and garnish it with lies
and if that blister is ever discovered
just gasp and act surprised
I often dream of sapphire skies
so frozen
so demure
I often dream of sapphire skies
so cold
so impure

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~C.B.M

the crush
the crush of shaved ice combing the under hairs of my existence
the slush
the slush of a sky made bleak from expectations
seeking meaning while looking up
is the fools gold
comets are made of
the shooting stars
are soothing bars
with which we encase
ourselves
are we keeping them out?
or us in?
do we break if we bend?
the crush
the slush
its all
just mush
just good
enough

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~C.B.M

life is free flowing

like a river

the more you try and hold it

drink it

the more it slips through your fingers

dribbles from your mouth

the trick is to let the current corral you

and merely marvel at where you end up
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~C.B.M

happiness is little more than an unorthodox catastrophe
that slides seamlessly into a reluctant chaos
a sleeve containing the nut
like a peach or apricot
its always the sweet surrounding the bitter
just eat the fruit around the rot
to get to the
the hard
the coarse
the course of action is yet to be determined
except that lips part
juxtaposed
like a carousel horse missing but stretching to kiss the ground
that reach is the search for continuance
the countenance
of where happy should be
if only happiness where me
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~C.B.M

Free Write #108: 4AM Suicide

Zombified memories
Always come lurching back
Like a wobbly flung boomerang in perfect dark
That comes humming back in staggering quarks
My mind is frozen
Statuesque but chipped and marked
Another 4am suicide
Not a literal death
Just a former me perishes
My reflection is hanging
With a Cheshire smile
A wide toothy grin
With its gums caked in dry blood and bile
Silence laid silent
By echoed calls of notebook paper being ripped apart
Miser words made wiser by cloak of the pen
Lashing with dutiful insults until happiness stumbles in
Every day happiness
Love
Dies and its surely by choice
For fear guarded memories do dampen with cloist
Love dies
happiness dies
by suicide
Hanging
Dangling
Enjoying the ride

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~C.B.M