Ghost Writer Insomnis

Biography of Ghost Writer Insomnis

Esteemed Conceptual Artists:
True authors of the spirit (poets/writers)
LIVE for the impressionistic ideals of their moment.Whom
do you consider parched, those which just desire, or those who cannot live without an all consuming creative discipline? Those who are called survive willingly in a timeless void, both in and
out of focus. We live and breathe our Stories and poetic verse.
Refined and unrestrained; we develop the behavior of our characters' mark, forged forever by a single paradigm,
'ALL MASKS MUST COME OFF'.
No illusions of grandeur, no attempt to create the perfect from the imperfect. Genuine or indifferent, the heart speaks clearly. Resolute loyalty, dictates a life masterpiece; an unchallengeable shadow seen in the light by all, misunderstood in the dark by none. Create reasonable doubt in a less then reasonable world. Allow the depth of critical thinking to permeate all perspective of implied intention. (you must be discerning about the truth!)
How do we attack? With the acumen of Prose. How do we win? With a unified structure of discontent. Listen to, understand, and speak with all authority, that your intention may be brought to attention. Engage the enemy with a verbal onslaught incapable of retaliation. The whisper of uncertainty has just become the voice of reality, up in your face.....
The beginning, an obscure impression illuminates the recesses of darkness, in the void of the ineffectual mind. Now begins the conception of thought. Intense heat, extreme pressure, refine the desired outcome, a multi-faceted gem of perfection; a diamond standard of irrefutable truth, illuminating the clear and focused words of the authors resolve. From the origin of darkness, to the luster of individual standard, the brilliance this gem refracts is a hypnotic allurement.
Words Incise through masks of insolence and pretense to the core of their purpose. Intentionally, skillfully, without flaw, a direct assault of disclosure to the astute mind and perceptive heart.
BE AWARE my friend, your words like the best of swords are double-edged. You are positioned to pierce and cut through all reason in any event or direction. Will you withdraw, wound, or plunge further to the hilt, leaving no hope, sparing no one? Allow room for personal choice or conviction so the reader desires to continue on your journey. Pose questions you already have the answers for, allowing the reader to enjoy a notorious take at processing the puzzle. The paymaster to the author will however need enough rope to reason with your disciplines for hanging, rather than being hanged in frustration. You can challenge or critically wound by offering an exclusive point of view. But what fun is there in not allowing the reader their own view of the journey? The Ultimate story will always be that of the author, hopefully ever enlightening and never pointlessly oppressing. The sword-bearer must always decide how deeply to trust the decision of their incision. YOUR words will always engage the ultimate success or failure of the piece, at this very point. Choose your words wisely and live well, choose poorly and accept the consequence.
God bless you! Joey d.
The one thing about those who choose to wear masks is that they do so to hide themselves and/or their intentions. The masks are perfectly convincing in every respect and appear to assimilate the ruse of the masker, well. They are however masks none the less, and must come off so others can and will do the same. The game is still played to an ineffectual means as the players become more comfortable in their deception. Who one 'really' is, exacts the truth be told; so allow your true character to shine no matter who brings in the darkness. You will either be honored or dishonored in the minds of most on how well you lived a genuine or shrouded life. Earned respect belongs to those who refuse to wear a mask at all costs, and so negate the reason others choose to wear one. The lead may sting a bit, but the rewards are great.
joey d. respectfully
Ghost Writer Insomnis Poems
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A Love Worth Fighting For
Foolishness Breeds Arrogance, Arrogance Breeds Indifference, Indifference breeds Contempt, a Detachment from Compassion. -
Our Existence Is But A Breath
My shadow rushes aimlessly contending with all, the ending vague, as a tree engaged in its fall. In my rebellious silence I cry, rescue the only prayer, -
My 'Things' My 'stuff'
The truth is simple, take a humble approach when you meet the King. Pride establishes an exclusive agenda of self-reliance. No others can enter the domain of self, not even God, unless of course you let Him in. You are your own king and reign in a territory of your own making. How's it working for you? Does the king possess all he desires? When your heart is complete and you possess all you can possibly hope for, give me a call and we'll talk; until then an honest assessment will bring clarity. You are never more alone then the time wasted gathering what you will never keep. 'Things' and 'stuff' you accumulate today, will be scattered and useless by tomorrow. Ever watch a kid playing video games? He will have dozens tossed all about, and still tell you He's bored. Same premise in life once you get older, just bigger toys. All you believe you own will eventually own you. What do you possess that won't be left behind? Funny, the importance achieved by having 'things' will never compare to the time you gave up helping someone in need; the look in their eyes, the shake of their hand, the friendship integrity brings. By helping others, You will never be alone again. When you were a wee tot did you not have the most fun playing games with your friends, and even sharing your 'stuff' for the games. Same premise later in life, an island is beautiful only when you have someone to share it. Pride is a lie. It will always help you negotiate a plan to side-step the land-mines of sin; remember Lucifer. He was allowed total reign over the gifts God gave him. Pride set in and so did his Fall. Where pride is you will also find rebellion, both of which create a barrier for others in your life. Your greatness or lowliness is God’s decision. -
Pride The Irony Of Deception
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Light Is The Absence Of Darkness
Into the darkness or the Light Be Aware, most trip over the apparent yet still refuse to see, Some conform, some follow, death stalks but will never catch me, -
Rebellion The Mask Of Hatred
We all search a venue in life for the eternal wherein all questions find resolution. Life is experience, the creation of wholeness from brokenness. The alleged finality of death, serves only to bring forth new life without end, and ultimately deaths destruction. We struggle with the past toward an ongoing and unforeseen future. How clearly familiar the vision becomes, the seduction of the old nature in a battle for the gift of your soul; akin to prey being unaware of a predator. The stealth of the attack seduces those who refuse to relinquish their rebellious heart. Your are being systematically toyed with as the blade draws closer to your neck. -
Bottle Of Coke And A Surprise
About a month ago, stopped into the local Supermercado on my way home from work. I picked up some Mexican freezee pops, guacamole, etc, etc, and there big as life, in the middle of the store, stacked up to the sky, was this awesomely large display of (you guessed it) Mexican Coca-Cola the real - real thing. No ga-geetz in these bottles, just pure unadulterated, the real deal, Coke.... I couldn't wait to crack one open, only.77¢ a bottle. I carefully grabbed and placed (no boxes or cases of course for this unadvertised special, just display plastic) 20 glass bottles of Coke (the elixir of life) into the cart and made my way to the check out. HOT evening outside and I wanted nothing more than to blast open a Mexican Coke and pour it over ice, AAAAhhhhhhh. Sorry, an A.D.D. moment, ok back to the story. -
The Darkest Of Wars
BE CAREFUL NOT TO TRIP OVER THE APPARENT, CONFORM AND FOLLOW NAIVE, STAND OR FALL FOREVER. THERE IS A CALL, FOLLOW OR LEAD, THE BLOOD OF LIFE SET YOU FREE. -
Come With Me Forever
Beyond the stars is proof our vision is finite. Infinity is proof our journey goes on˛ forever! ! God is proof there is no limitations! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! -
I Have Loved You All Of My Life
You are the Strength of my soul, always on the run. I have Loved You all of my life, for We share Destiny. Never been Irresolute questioning motives for actions undone, Your eyes reveal A Love with condition, while you rest in me... -
I Am The Troubled One
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Dreamscape Warrior
An eerie event, an interlude taken place somewhere between barely conscious thought and REM, typically in the dread of night. Be aware of illusive confrontations, for in the absence of light darkness casts no reflection. Your enemy is on the prowl. A creepy stillness gradually envelops me, as I descend further into obscurity; overcome and overdone by yet another day of illusive thought. -
Darkness Surrenders To The Light
Can you discern the freedom of unbarring your soul to the only One who asks nothing in return, but love. What can we offer back but our trust and fears? One day we will weep no more for we will have given Him both unashamedly. Truth creates a meaning for our dreams. Ask the questions I may have missed. Write, scribble, highlight, document, journalise, whatever! Get the point across! Do not allow limitations, for life will not hesitate to pass you by. -
Consider This
Consider no stipend monetary or otherwise; Nothing is worth the regret of ultimate compromise?
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Dreamscape Warrior
An eerie event, an interlude taken place somewhere between barely conscious thought and REM, typically in the dread of night. Be aware of illusive confrontations, for in the absence of light darkness casts no reflection. Your enemy is on the prowl.
A creepy stillness gradually envelops me, as I descend further into obscurity; overcome and overdone by yet another day of illusive thought.
Visions are extreme, my heart pounds into my awareness. Reality uncertain yet quietly persuasive. I toil