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Thank You

Hey all I should have done this a while back but I was debating with myself on what to do, whether to do a poem thanking you or something else. What I decide to just do something….say something short and do a little at the end sounds good enough, right? no….well it’s all I got for now hopefully in the future I can do more for all your support.

Oh what’s is this about you ask…well I recently reached 200 followers here. I was surprise when I logged on for a long while to check things out (if anybody remembers my blog exist…mostly me) and there it was right there in the notification “Your blog as reached 200 likes…” (probably not in those words) and right away I thought I had to thank you all the best way I know how now we are. Anyways, Thank you for being here again.

Poem – Milestone

Thank you for 200
A journey well spent and the many things I have learned
writing and interacting
commenting and liking
what’s next?
the journey continues
something new?
Something fresh?
Growth is continuous

“Remember to celebrate milestones as you prepare for the road ahead.”

~ Nelson Mandela

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Another anniversary

7 years ago I started blogging and here we are now, man what a journey it has been, probably said this already but I really didn’t know where this site was going but I am proud of where it has reach. I am actually looking forward to how much further it will go lets go. I believe I have change the names a couple of time already to what it’s called today. Might stick with this name for now don’t if I’ll change it ever again, it has grown on me but we will see my mind is ever changing.

For those that were with me here on the journey and for those that drop in from time to time to visit the Psycho Script I appreciate you; Thank you!

What’s next

It’s long over due for me making this an official website…since it’s been going on for seven years now I think it’s paramount that do that , so that’s the next aim. What I’ll be doing is making this one official for writing author stuff though the original plan was to create another website for author and publishing contents but I’ll let this be it as well. I have a two other websites to create, one for other arty content (digital art etc) and the other for another pending projects.

I still post my occasional poems here, I am just adding to it some new content here and there in between. I’ll be adding short stories, upcoming projects synopsis and probably more.

Well that’s it for now and I would love to see you stick around for more Psycho Script, thank you and see soon.

Self-work

Face to face at last
with you on the other side
blocked by the mirror

“It’s time for a talk”
to understand you are me
blocked by the mirror

Now it’s time for change
break this mirror’s barrier
embrace the other side
accept that it is you
there is much to be done
take another step forward

What is to be accomplished?
what is to be achieved?
It will be a long journey

Of self-work
until self-worth.

“Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.”

― Albert Einstein

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Marzo

All the winter has pass
a new shape of fresh beginning
Looms over the horizon
springing forward
promising a positive sunrise
bird singing
due hanging
the calm breeze rushing in
announcing the coming of the long
awaited spring morning

“By March, the worst of the winter would be over.”

Neil Gaiman, ‘Odd and the Frost Giants’.

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Inferiorità

The power of feeling small when doubt creeps in,
Anxiety follows suit, the mind sinks
leaving the heart to drown within.

Comparing, the poison to the joy of living,
“there will always be someone better”, let that sink;
The power of feeling small when doubt creeps in.

Standing still and motionless, where do I begin?
scared of my purpose, my goals are out of sync,
leaving the heart to drown within.

The abyss surrounds hope, darkness stirs within,
Pandora selfie, the box is open, our heart shrinks;
The power of feeling small when doubt creeps in.

Suffocating under our own guilt of not trying,
Thoughts of ‘what if’ comes flooding in as we think,
leaving the heart to drown within.

Pondering,
is too it late? Should I even try again? Thoughts on overthink;
Power of feeling small when doubt creeps in.

Reminiscing of the past opportune will we get another chance at living?
to inhale and exhale life’s energy taking in the positive to bring us in sync;
The power of feeling small when doubt creeps in,
Leaving the heart to drown within.

“An inferiority complex distorts reality”

― Sunday Adelaja

Love

Is love something to be explain?
With word that flies like an airplane
Reminding you of water flowing over you
Washing away life constrain
wrapping your mind and heart in cozy comfort
whispering soothing air
quelling the storm beneath the surface
or is love an action
to express the feeling that can’t be put into words
the act of service
overshadowing words of affection?
Or is it a feeling that accompany conditions
To be met by the mutual?
With strings dangling at the end
Wrapped around your perpetual
Or is it unconditional?

Excerpt from ‘Twice Unspoken’

”A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”

Kurt Vonnegut

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Yamamoto Comic Project

Yamamoto Blurb

On his 16th birthday, after the news of a sick Na-Na, Nikolai and family goes to Wuchen to visit her, to help bring her back to health. Arriving at the Yamamoto residence, it’s big!? To Nikolai surprise, it’s not his first visit but why is he surprise? During his stay Nikolai began having reoccurring dreams of lost memories and an aunt he has no memories of, also he has been sensing sinister presences lingering around Na-Na, is he hallucinating? and to top it off, his birthday present from her is…A sword!? And with these words “it’s time…”
What is the meaning behind those words? What truth lies behind Nikolai’s gift? And The cause of Na-Na sickness is?
Nikolai has entered a world unbeknownst to him, how will Nikolai tackle this new turn of events? Will He accept it; will his parents approve of this? Can he come to terms with these rapid changes, his new role, and responsibilities, as well as the burden of learning the hidden truth of the family lineage? Will there be darkness or hope at the end of the truth?
Join Nikolai Yamamoto and friends on this journey through darkness, possible despair, growth and protecting those around him.

Excerpt from draft

It had rained earlier, there was evidence of wet leaves sparkling under the moon light. As well as visible puddle of water in the street and side walks. As we continued to walked towards home, Ayaka broke the silence,

“How was practice? Ayaka asked looking at Nikolai with curious eyes.

“mmmm, it took a little longer than I expected, it’s understandable with the Ken-do competition come up soon, we were at it none stop mastering every technique” Nikolai said while looking up and getting a glimpse of the full moon.

“How abo….”

Before he could finish the question, the moment he stepped in the puddle of water, Nikolai found himself in…

“Huh!!….? Water? What’s happening? where is Ayaka? Is this a dream? is this real?…Nikolai mind race thoughts how could have falling into a water when there was none in area or was he and Ayaka near any.

As he sank deeper, the space around started shifting into darkness, many thoughts came rushing to mind: is he dead? “what about Ayaka? is she okay?” the moment that thought came up, images came flooding in soon after, vision of a place his mind tells him he should remember but for some reason he doesn’t, blurriness didn’t help either as it was reflected in water. While cycling through his memories for possible reasons for this to be happening to him, everything went black, but this with a sinister vibe, a suffocating feeling. A book fell from his hand into the darkness before opening in front of him revealing an unknown symbol with the edges melting away from the pages blending with the void; Two eyes with snake like pupil appeared on the pages then a voice that could hypnosis you into anything spoke these words in different language… “I have found you” with a sinister then smiling lips that send chilled through your soul.

“Wait, why did I understand that?” Nikolai thought

The moment he said those words, everything stood still, I was no longer falling to the depth, a hand came from the void towards me, I felt a pull on my body, soul and mind, I no longer had control over myself, everything went blank. What was happening? Was I losing everything, when will this dream be over? “someone please help me” was the only thought that I could willfully conjure.

Just the draft script for the first chapter already written and blurb for ‘Yamamoto’ a dark fantasy (probably) graphic novel project. I don’t have a cover show yet but hopefully soon, still brainstorming what it’s going be. Don’t mind the errors if any (probably is a lot) was going to edit it but I thought lets share with the raw thoughts from my head since it will drawn anyways. As time goes by i’ll probably post more details on it when they available, so stay tuned.

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Un-verse

Once upon a time in the mind

Stories are composed

And on paper words imposed

The pen our squire

Conjuring empires

From spilled ink

Shedding of old skin

Brand new cosmos, the outer ring

The universe sings

Listen in

World collapsing

The need for creative to hold it in

Spread those wings

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message to writers

Your words shape the world
manifesting the mind in physical time
the metaphysical of your energy bend our reality
rewriting the void, feeding our fantasy.

What do you have to say?
write it
What do you wish to be understood?
write it
then explain it,
Maybe.

You are the writer
let them think, let them translate it
let them feel it in the deep
intoxicated.

Put them to the test, question their education
pull them in, where are their priority?
it’s your domain…
expand it, consuming their compassion
capturing attention never missing,
emotional transcendence…damn
it‘s the return of inception.

How do you know you can conceptualize your concept?
when you write, revealing your depth
of your imagination

Will you share it?
Will you write it?

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

Thomas Mann

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Into the abyss

From the void into the abyss
A spiral decent into the depth of our mist
Monsters and demons battle our mental bliss
While the monarch of the shadow sleeps
Memories of past battles wither away our life keep
eating away our hp
fearing for our soul we bring a burst heal
hoping to be better in one leap

The deeper the decent
the more the corrosion feeds
filling its bottomless
the unquenchable hunger
the unquenchable urge
Is it a nonredeemable curse?

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