Looking For The Source Of Knowledge
If I could capture Some wisdom in a jar How far would it fill. From where would I start.
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If I could capture Some wisdom in a jar How far would it fill. From where would I start.
And with a crack like this. So obviously ripped. In the midpoint of our floor. Could we learn to live with this separation. Or are our future plans no more. I know you promised forever.
A bit of strong language and concepts~ --------------------- It was only for a second Then I made my big mistake My fault that cost me everything Including partly pain And when I...
Ohhhhh. The wind hits the sail, we be on our way Across this sea, it might be for days. But through weather and weep You never will beat The soul of a fighting pirate.
Crossed, we are. Amongst these stars. That shine from Earth so far. But as I pass them,. I should know. That it really isn't hard. To ignore the signs. To keep in flight. On that mission's bar.
#acrostic (secret) So here we are with another line in the sand Endlessly dragging our feet through the land Calmly the waves shift over the shore Restlessly mending all previous sores Even the ones...
Anchor me down oh ship made of gold. Take me to your treasures below. I've been waiting my life to see a full fortune. And I'll wait yet another to spend all my wealth.
Break beyond the unparalleled The consistent fires never fail Not a drop of rain on this cloudy day Will take away his pompous fame Not a band of thieves or misfit heroes Can distract both he and all...
If only we could walk on water. Or jump so high and not come down. To move through space without a notion. Or have a face that never frowns. ----.
Why does the water flow in it's own way. Well only to carry you, far far away. Then why do men fight when there could be peace.
Is it a problem that I feel the way I do When all along I've swearing by you That you were the only, the first and the last When another girl stood just fair out of grasp You had left me; that's...
A drop falls from the highest reach now And hits my tongue without even a sound The sweetness spreads fast With a warm viscous kiss And starts to invade the morsels, enriched -------- I would like...
Do you even care about the sensitive side. The side the cries alone at night. The side that feels all of the pain. The side that takes your breath away. The side that curdles and crashes down.
People say your head's in the clouds. Well, I say your far above them. People say that change is hard. But you seem to handle it well. People said that we were perfect for each other.
You were a millionaire A fortune of plenty Not of money But of thoughts all the same And like any other fortune The less fortunate craved it They wanted to take it Your thoughts from you too No one...
As I walk down this road No real way to go I start to recall All the prayers default Maybe he missed me, That man in the throne Maybe I didn't try hard enough To make this one come on Or maybe it's...
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I'm a lonely sea captain that makes my way through. Onto the life I never had with you. I look in the water so deep, yet so clear. I can see all the things with me that you feared.
Oh hey so I've been playing a lot of music and just having fun doing improv stuff with my friend Devin and recording it on Soundcloud and I would really appreciate it if you guys visited it.
(A)lways with me till the end (M)ore fun than with my other friends (O)nly girl that I adore (U)nited we will live for more (R)eally wish that you exist because that would make this really click.
I fly now Not high But all the same I pass over cracks in walkways Without even changing pace People start to wonder How I do what I can do I say if you start day dreaming You can do it too.
I can not seem to hold a charge. No one to energize. I used to pack a lot of punch. But now I cannot rise. From my fatigue. Comes no such luck. At running into my. Charging chord. So disconnected.
My mental state destabilizes. My heart, it starts to beat. But when I'm dreaming of you. I can't begin to take a seat. I keep on moving, pacing, running. To a dream that I can't reach.
In a town. That I once wore. There was a woman that only painted with black. But then there was a man. Who had a plan. To bring the color back. He strived, Oh how he strived.
And it's back My occasional iris To ruin my ebullient pride And on a hill I catch a laugh To crush the dreams, I try -------- My mate, Devin Ware, just wrote this one. Very conceptual.
As I stroke the first key. It starts to take over me. The notes and the chords. Fall in perfect form. To make a melody. An intrepid release. And if I slip on a note. It won't matter remote.
My mind. It keeps on racing. Never missing a beat. In a world full of broken engines. It cannot catch defeat. Entrapped. Immersed. In thoughts. Of which I can't begin to speak.
How did I begin to fall here. How was I too blind to see. How could I continue questioning what you thought of me. How could I keep on wandering. How could I win the race.
Are you scared. Oh you should be With all the things that I have seen Can you breathe Or are you losing That which keeps you be. Have you stopped Stopped believing In that which keeps you whole.
What's your name.
Life is a candle, And I'm waxed to the ground.
First Blog-type post. Just came into Little Rock, where I am going to actually go meet another user here on Opuss, named @muhkickass and probably have some nice Starbucks and a chat.
The fields seem to roll now with a green waver along the landscape. Although the forecast called for rain and low temperatures, it seems to have subsided.
The rain comes down now, like it has been for days. My work is over, but there is nowhere to play. So I sit in my cave. to play music of my age. And think of the days that seem so very far away.
If the flower had to chase the bee Then how would we begin to see How the world works The longer we search For the answers under our feet.
As I feel the liquid course through my veins I know that I can't ever be the same I look back on my life and the troubles it held I wonder what all I haven't fulfilled My parents, my brother, and my...
Well it's night now and as my vision starts to fade. I thought I might bring up my final thoughts I want to say. I'm laying in bed thinking as I certainly tend to do.
Do your snap backs and white tees. Make you feel the urgent need. To be a jerk. And make girls hurt. From their hearts. Down to their feet. You chill out with your bros. While she sits alone at home.
I remember taking that first step out towards the point where the water meets the beach. The way the cold grains of sand rush in between my toes as I bury my feet in during my approach.
The rain, it pours with an overbearing sigh As the clouds continue to darken the sky How can a day, previously so bright End up like this, with traces of ice.
I'm happy now. I've found my click. I always tried to call a quits. But I have faith. And it stays free. To roam around and follow me. These people found. Are so inspired.
So young and inconsistent With a life so opportune A new love found An action crowned No worries cloud your view In a haste You bleed away The fruitfulness of youth "Grow up!", they say As you...
Let's make a map. With no way to get back. Just me and you on this life long cruise. Through life comes love. And with love comes the journey. I know you see that "X" marked large and black.
For you girls out there Who strive for ribs and bleach blonde hair Read the title and make a choice: Who do you want to be?.
Ah it's you who hath set me free. Such divinity in your mortality. I thank you much, but owe you one. You seem to be broken, tattered, alone. Maybe ask for a brand new start.