| Author: | Jason John Tyler | ISBN: | 9781370864782 |
| Publisher: | Jason John Tyler | Publication: | April 21, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jason John Tyler |
| ISBN: | 9781370864782 |
| Publisher: | Jason John Tyler |
| Publication: | April 21, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
This anthology of poetry in The Little Book of Forgotten Sorrows engulfs the horrors within the truth of a reality that ignites an emotion from a reaction to daily events in a world so driven by broken will, rules, principles and laws which when fixed, and even sometimes while in utter disarray, still inevitably rule our pretty, and sometimes not so pretty, existence here on the big-round, right on to the invisible finish-line that we all so desperately trying reach - while - still in-one-piece, that is.
There’s an extremely fine line between what’s REAL and what’s NOT REAL. And, these days, that fine line is so very hazy. I personally don’t try to figure it all out. When there are facts, the facts speak for themselves and when there aren’t any facts, reality is perceived in a way that’s most comfortable for each and every specific individual because that’s what we are, individuals right, and we do what makes us happy and we avoid what makes us sad.
So we see things in a way that makes us feel better and not worse. And that’s the nature of the beast; it all is, just, what it is, right? All significant and sometimes not so significant but still, at the end of the day, ever-so meaningful parts to the lost, found and never to be found pieces of an enormous and so very colorful puzzle - that all-decked-out, so ambitious, half-built, gonna-finish-one-day, sometimes frightening and sometimes not so frightening puzzle of life.
And some do reach that finish line, happy as can be, and some just don’t and some never will because, just maybe they never wanted to in the first place but then again maybe they did but couldn’t, maybe there were monsters in their way, maybe the darkness was too thick for them to see through, to the light or maybe, for them, there was no light at all at the end of that ever-so-dark tunnel but surely there must always be light somewhere, right!
I think so. I think no matter how dark ones tunnel may appeared there is always light, there has to be! I think we just have to get through the darkness first. Maybe, some people have a darker darkness than others and maybe it’s because they brought something upon themselves, from the depths of their own darkness, that is!
Or maybe it just came upon them one day or one night when they were all alone in bed, lost in a mind of memories saturated by regrets, sorrows, worries and troubles; lost in that mind of slight-confusion where they had reached the hundredth sheep and finally lost count. Maybe at this moment, they breathed in that darkness - and it became theirs and like a broken switch that becomes a forever-attached dirty ornament on an unused wall it became part of them, part of their insides - and it began to eat - feeding on them because it was starving and maybe it never left - ever again.
This anthology of poetry in The Little Book of Forgotten Sorrows engulfs the horrors within the truth of a reality that ignites an emotion from a reaction to daily events in a world so driven by broken will, rules, principles and laws which when fixed, and even sometimes while in utter disarray, still inevitably rule our pretty, and sometimes not so pretty, existence here on the big-round, right on to the invisible finish-line that we all so desperately trying reach - while - still in-one-piece, that is.
There’s an extremely fine line between what’s REAL and what’s NOT REAL. And, these days, that fine line is so very hazy. I personally don’t try to figure it all out. When there are facts, the facts speak for themselves and when there aren’t any facts, reality is perceived in a way that’s most comfortable for each and every specific individual because that’s what we are, individuals right, and we do what makes us happy and we avoid what makes us sad.
So we see things in a way that makes us feel better and not worse. And that’s the nature of the beast; it all is, just, what it is, right? All significant and sometimes not so significant but still, at the end of the day, ever-so meaningful parts to the lost, found and never to be found pieces of an enormous and so very colorful puzzle - that all-decked-out, so ambitious, half-built, gonna-finish-one-day, sometimes frightening and sometimes not so frightening puzzle of life.
And some do reach that finish line, happy as can be, and some just don’t and some never will because, just maybe they never wanted to in the first place but then again maybe they did but couldn’t, maybe there were monsters in their way, maybe the darkness was too thick for them to see through, to the light or maybe, for them, there was no light at all at the end of that ever-so-dark tunnel but surely there must always be light somewhere, right!
I think so. I think no matter how dark ones tunnel may appeared there is always light, there has to be! I think we just have to get through the darkness first. Maybe, some people have a darker darkness than others and maybe it’s because they brought something upon themselves, from the depths of their own darkness, that is!
Or maybe it just came upon them one day or one night when they were all alone in bed, lost in a mind of memories saturated by regrets, sorrows, worries and troubles; lost in that mind of slight-confusion where they had reached the hundredth sheep and finally lost count. Maybe at this moment, they breathed in that darkness - and it became theirs and like a broken switch that becomes a forever-attached dirty ornament on an unused wall it became part of them, part of their insides - and it began to eat - feeding on them because it was starving and maybe it never left - ever again.
