I wondered what artist must have felt, from their studios, during war times…if they felt any significance, to continue to carve at clay, to continue to shape, to continue to paint…
Hearts, beating in my head, like drums, you face it, you always must face it, carving your way through it, with ink and pain, bleeding out on this page…
We say we want and deserve High value partners Premier standards… But do we even deserve that? What assets do we bring to the table? Really? Look at who we surround ourselves with?
It’s easy to be with partners with no vision and no goals and no standards…
You know what to expect And there’s no standards You’ll never let them down And you look pretty great in their environment
But a high value partner Has standards Suddenly Having your shit together Showing up on time Doing the bare minimum ?
Is it not called the bare minimum for a reason ? Really… You have your own place ? You listen and support? You show up on time? You can cook? You can dress yourself? You have a job? Your car doesn’t impress them? X Y Z etc
You’re supposed to have those things together It’s just being an adult …
What else do we bring to the table Why should they be with us? What do they really gain
The bare minimum requires zero talent
How am I getting better every day How am I growing What am I doing Really What are my assets
Becaus whatever I’m doing Is direction That’s the path I’m walking Not what I’m thinking while I’m walking it Not what I’m saying But what I’m doing
It’s terrifying
High value requires greatness from us It pushes you It does not let you sit still It does not allow you to just be good enough It requires the best from you Every day Consistency Not convenience Not your bad habits Not your moods Not your selfishness
It’s easy to let high value down It’s easy to mess up And realize you may not be Everything you think you are
Do we really want what we think we want? Really? Or do we want to stay comfortable In a environment that asks nothing from us But to just show up – maybe – IF we feel like it…
Go ahead You can shoot your shot And get the date
But are you ready to be consistent Do you really want what you think you want …
We romanticized the work —- Relationships and love It’s such a shame The game Saying fooled again But who’s to blame When the weapon’s Hid in both our hands All is fair in love and war… —— Love Passion And desire Broken heart over fire —— Wasted on the young Broken hearts and casual casualties —— Someone new this way comes Out of touch Out of time Better hold yours and mine —— The work is work And it hurts To hurt to die Time after time Ache in the decades Try to understand Try to understand We don’t know what we become Where we will be You Me It’s gonna be Work It’s gonna be work It’s gonna be a long time To get what you really want What you really need —- There’s no quick wit Remedy Yoga trick Fast tongue and cheek fantasy —— It’s a short hour from here to eternity But it’s a long walk Covering eachother from the weather If you get what I really mean
Full dark No stars The mind is lost When Love is blind The night is down She took me to Venus With tea in her room I’ve tried to get to you You tried to figure me out She said she’s got to get out a new scene A new town Everything changes When everyone stays the same —— Full dark No stars The night is down New streets New names But you’re still you Is it really better now —— I’ve got to get to you I’ve got to get to you The mind is lost When love is blind Is it really better now Is it really better now
Francis: Paaaarty! Ethan: What? Francis: Spring Breaks! Ethan: From what? You don’t DO anything… Francis: Snax! Naps! Ethan: Isn’t that what you do everyday? Francis: Yeah,but we do it harder.
It’s national poetry month, I’m thankful, For so much, I think the older I get, The more I understand the need for quiet peace For solitude I’m thankful for writing For art I’m thankful for friends I’m thankful for a career That enables me to pursue my art And supplies associates like me, with the tools we need to level up. Not only with benifits but with off time, Vacation time, Vaccines, healthcare, raises, retirement, training and goal setting, I got vaccinated today, I work in a major city, I’ve seen everyone so burned out I just hope I hope I hope you level up I hope you reach your goals I hope you dream in art I hope you make the art you dream of I hope you continue I hope you continue Calmly Quietly Succeeding And winning But mostly Living Living and loving I hope You win I hope we all do And why shouldn’t we? What else is there? -E Regardingsamuel.com
I pulled the root out I burned the ends of the rope I carry the words That hurt The memory Like compost Made of cigarette ash Inside of me ——- I try to think long term To make a plan To have a vision ——- Back and forth I scrolled With my hesitation Like a newsfeed Time, Years slipped like sand Into eternity I watch the storms I settle here Like the earth I sleep Praying Praying To just be Something Better Something other than this This fractured – I hate this – ache This selfish – pain This – hurt I walked in here I will walk out I will not be here I will not die here —- I will sit with myself What is it I am trying to say What is it I am feeling What is it I want to leave behind —— What is it Who am I Never again Never again Never again —— The single note Rings From the piano in the attic It echoes One note Solitary Solitary Solitude -E
Bring all of the broken pieces to light, are we doing alright? Empty inside…. Like all of these open roads… Detached, Religions said to deny what’s inside, Culture said conform and get in line… We can’t feel what’s left to – We all keep – caving…. Empty vessels …. Out on these open roads —— There has to be some kind of beauty Some kind of lines worth writing Were we not shaped by light? Held by truth? Grown by love ? By love My love My love Love… Around these open roads This house is burning all of these broken pieces … We used to be fighters but now We feel so empty Detached from any identity Any kind of sense of self Worth saving… Were we not shaped by light Held by truth Grown by love By love My love My love Love… —— All is fair in love and war —— Hold to me through your night Until you’re doing alright It’s just open roads It’s just memory And sensory It’s just time In that jar of sand You are light You are eternity And everything is passing But you are beginning You matter You are all the borders to the ocean You are the depths we haven’t seen yet The quilting to the universe You are identity Autonomy Beauty And hope …. You are beginning…. Just beginning…
