Poem by MoonyThinker — — Poem — Boys will be boys… Always and the same; They are just boys Being boys. They are rough, They tumble, They fight, They beat up. One another Or just one From another. Boys being boys. A rock to the head, A pillow suffocating the face; A beating just for asking…

by Moony Thinker — Good morning, It is breakfast time. Let’s start our day With something simple; Something simple is nice. Like eggs and toasts. It is not really important How the bread is buttered Or if the eggs are brown or white. Simple; that’s all. That’s nice. But now — It’s time to…

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” — J. M. Barrie, “Peter Pan” — Sometimes we forget who we were because we are told that to be mature we had to leave behind all those things that made us happy, lighter, and fun. But, maybe that doesn’t have to be the truth. Let’s explore that. I’m not old, but I am getting older. During…

“You have no control over the hand that life deals you, but how you play that hand is entirely up to you.” — Voltaire — What I found to be true; from a distance then circling back. Let’s explore it. Life is strange, but one of my favorite quotes I was ever told went like this: One day, an exhausted man, from his travels in life and work, came to a falling rest upon a…

A poem by Moony Thinker — I am so tired… Growing more exhausted Every day, every month; Always surprised that I have made it This far, along the journey. I look back upon The many challenges overcame And see that I am not stronger By each triumph; just Pieced back together but Never whole, like before. …

“A muse can be a mirror: a reflection of the artist’s desires, anxieties, dreams and needs.” — Vince Aletti — Ever since listening to Elizabeth Gilbert provide a TED talk about displacing our authority of creativity to a Muse, I have incorporated this way of thinking into my everyday use of artistic expression. As she states in her presentation, this method was developed to help reduce the stress of believing…

Poem by Moony Thinker (TW: War) — Here we are; A tea party, Set by a Little girl. Like any other Little girl, She is kind and Leaves a seat open For a guest Who has yet to arrive. Just over the horizon, That guest is nearing in; Whistling upon approach. Traveling not by road, Instead by air. But, not everyone…

(TW) A poem about relationship abuse and self reliance — — Poem — Love, love; It is all from your love. The flowers and the fists; It is all from your love Over me. My tears, flowing freely; You must think, They are of rapture; Given naturally in reaction to Your generosity — For what I have Because you always tell me How…

Reconsidering my personal definition of observation and use — The motivational point of this entire life observation post was derived from the quick glance of this photo. I recommend reading this piece before proceeding to the meat of this post.