Osaka, one of the most beautiful, poetic, LOUD, places I’ve ever been. Not as LOUD as Tokyo, but yeah, you want to talk about Noiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssse… / #35mm, my Nikon RIP
“I’d love to spend a day in your mind, but I would need a set of armor were I to wander around in there.” is a joke that’s been mentioned a few times at my new job, though it’s probably applicable.
Brah, It’s a wonder how I even survive in there!
But let’s pause for a moment and get poetical.
I have written a lot of poetry in my life.
Like A LOT of poetry.
I didn’t set out to be a poet.
It’s just something that I am. As time has passed, I realized it’s just one facet to the diamond of being an artist. And I had to find a way to bring it forth.
There’s the themed collections that I’ve published, which you can find at some of your favorite online sellers like Amazon, Apple Books, and Barnes & Noble, or if you’re really lucky, misc. used bookstores in the Hawaiian Islands, Washington, California, and/or Japan.
I haven’t written poetry very often in a minute. I don’t think for a moment that I’ve ever entertained the idea that’s gone and pau. Because I’m sure it’s there. I just haven’t gone to that space in a while.
I see it here and there in how I compose photos, when I write here on Substack, or muse in different social posts. I make poetic jokes in my work, in part because I find it amusing, but also because I can’t help it.
A poet. A writer. A painter. A photographer. An artist.
All parts of who I am.
But why have I created so much?
And therein lies the rub…
Or shall I say the noise. That exists in between the two ears in my head.
It’s really f@cking loud in there. It lends itself like paints on a pallet but it’s not always easy to do deal with.
In earlier seasons of life, I wondered what it might be like to be simpler. As time has passed, I’ve embraced who I am, and trust this is a Journey that I’m on and I’m learning more each day.
That doesn’t make it any easier.
But wow, if this entire H2H (Human to Human) experience of +Being isn’t poetic…
And it is.
Which is why, despite the noise, I create, I poet, I write, I photo, I paint, I art.
It’s how I be, despite how loud it can get.
Soul how do you be?