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I open my eyes to stark featureless plains.
out beyond the horizon is tumult, yet far away from here.
Nay perhaps behind and in front and too the sides does tumult rise.
yet it is quiet with waves of grasses dancing in the wind.
it is quiet, and morning sun warms the heart.
yet here there is not much here.
out, out beyond the horizon is much.
beauties that please the eye, and delicacies which please the tongue.
in the midst of a carnival of pleasures does one long for the ever quiet,
of the open featureless plains.


Food and Company.
It is a pleasant thing, to be surprised by a visit from a friend.
spur of the moment a yearning for company.
they hit the scene, make haste!
make ready drinks and nice things to eat.
"tell us of what is happening" they say.
into the stories we go.
from all the happenings tragedy and comedy served in equal portion.
feast for thought.
yet the subtle bliss that accompanies company can make of the whole world.
as if it weren't there.
good company and well as good food works an amazing medicine.
for the health of one's spirit does good company and good food with company brings.
like a long sought for elixir that makes the ravages of age disappear. heartbreaks mended.
Now makes haste for the company arrives savor of the subtle bliss, perhaps the most important thing in the world.
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Times have been very hard recently. I am overcome with restlessness to want to learn more to study and do more, but motivation seems to have taken a vacation.
I've been walking everywhere No car anymore and getting another one seems unlikely at best.
my computer a stalwart and a beast for many years seems to either have a hiccup bad gas or is on its last legs. If I turn it off I am faced with the prospect that if I can't get it work it might not come on again.
luckily this morning I got it on, but every time this happens I dread the prospect of it not being able to work again.
the month has been especially difficult being in need of  rides or to half to take long walks, and feeling like a burden a nuisance all avoid or so it seems.

So their is disquiet accompanying this Grey Sky.
Yet out in the horizon it sits and waits; the Sun waiting to rise it teases with glimpses of colorful light and the promise of warmth.
Yet it loiters out on the horizon still. the Grey Sky looms large with no variation in its shade or hue.
And so I'll wait patiently for the Grey Sky to pass on over the mountains and over the sea, to watch as the Sun finally rises and warms the land and the tree's.
Beauty found in the midst of Disquiet and the Grey Sky.
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Crossroads.

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The future is determined by this very instant.
The future can be described as a jumble of possibilities the one possibility of which is predicated upon what happens this very instant.
ever mindful of all the steps taken that lead one to this present moment
with a drop of foresight and a little wisdom can one see jumbles of possibilities.
at the crossroad how can one know whether to head out east or west, left or right.
At the crossroad can one look out into the distance.
To the right lies mountains cold dark and austere they bellow quietly to the traveler to come test his mettle by climbing through its tough craggy faces.
to the left lies flat plain that stretches as far as the eye can see.

one question arises its the ease of walking along the plains worth it
if managing through the mountain would make one stronger.

that the plain could go on forever, yet the mountain offers a quick way through if one can be patient.

Crossroads everyday, when faced with a decision must be made.
I'll take up the mountainy path and as one ascends mountain highs can one see that indeed the plain stretches on forever that had the path been taken one could be lost.
but the ability to survey the path from a high place to see just which way to go.

but that begs the question what is one to do, if they cannot see the fruitlessness of pleasant plains, or the strength achieved by going through the mountain.
All one can ever do is look out and be ever mindful all the  time that the future slowly unfolds before you with possibilities that become ever clearer.
The Future itself becomes clearer until it arrives at which point one finds one again in this very instant.
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So things are good and getting better, I started doing taichi and it is working wonders, been working with photoshop trying to learn as much as possible.
I'm trying to get in the habit of writing a couple of pages of script a day, not a screenplay more a daily exercise of writing good scenes, and learning how to write all of that quicker and make each one better than the last and by accruing experience trying to work with different scenes it'll help me with my screen writing.
I'm writing the script for a friends game. my articles have been going good, and I'm getting into a bit of C++ programming.

all in all still with the sentiment of "I hold in my hands many darts, yet some darts are still not totally formed."
"when a dart has formed and is solid I throw caution to the wind and let the dart or darts fly"
"it is all a matter of which darts stick, and which ones don't"
"and then at that point I will pick up the darts that have fallen and work to make them more solid so they'll hit their mark and stick"
darts=skills
dartboard=me
darts sticking to the dartboard=skills I am taking on
moral=try and get as many darts in your hands as possible and increase the chance that at least one will stick and for all those darts/skills that fall they didn't stick for a reason and so are not solid, therefore I must work harder to form the solid skill that it will travel to the board and stick.
then I can say I have in some capacity and therefore have that skill to a degree. now if you can imagine a large dartboard stuck with all of the darts I have taken into my hands and that all of the darts that stick are my skills. and once all the darts have stuck. it'll be time to pick up more darts. skills in anything especially when it comes to things creative provide for the artist more insight and perception into making their art that much more real, that much more beautiful. take as many skills as you can and leave any that are of no use.
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Oh how the force of time can influence all and so much.

So while the first half of this month has been somewhat hectic without pause for respite, I am now faced with the daunting prospect of tredding along in the waining days of this month.
The first of Februar cannot come quick enough time is a precarious  force that moves in spite of you. Should you wish for time to slow it seems to speed up so fast that you blink and can't recognize where that time has gone. And should you wish for time to move with haste and it will slog on til seconds seem like days.

Only in our dreams can we escape the ever regulating force of time. And yet Dreams like time must come from the same place for they to will be short when you wish them long and very long when you wish it to be over quickly, Time and Dreams, both forces working in spite of the person, or the artist.

from the workings of these two forces springs forth that which is always present.

The Chaos, complete disorder, but the Chaos cannot be that bad. Chaos from whence our universe sprung where our universe is headed back. from Chaos to Chaos and we can say that the time we are in is that peaceful flow and ebb absent of Chaos, or peace

But without the Disordering characteristic of pure Chaos no one could ever discover something Novel, something new.

So to the Winds with this peaceful respite to shake off the melancholy peace of winters time and venture forth into the ether to seek utter Chaos for the opportunity to catch a momentary glimpse of something curious and novel and new.
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