Confrontations.

In the current circumstances of the world, 'subtlety' is merely a form of cowardice.

This desperate desire for 'political correctness' that has plagued the planet only serves to vanquish individuality and will soon lead us into developing a completely Utopian society.

http://www.cherwell.org/content/8291

This article is realistic, insightful and empowered; take heed, people everywhere.

Hours

Belief, in all its fragility, can never be as concrete as I need it to be. Especially when it is you who stands on the other side of Forever.

Grant me this one illusion, when my eyes search for a familiar vessel
of which you once inhabited.

Necessity commands very little from me. It is, instead, the urgency of my temperament that knowingly murders tranquility.

Completion; an empty promise, born from the most disloyal of hearts. Choice is unreasonable in its demands for answers that I am simply not permitted to give.

Hours, of which there are so few – Still, convince me this will last and last until the extinction of time.

But beauty resonates through the silence of your eyes, which deny me the acceptance of truth altogether.

I ask only that you let me Believe and with that, realise the extent of this selfishness. I ask too much, I realise.

Speculation will get you no further into what remains, of that I am sure but I dare not stop you in this futile pursuit of lost time.

Minutes pass, yet the skies from beyond the window pane paint pictures all too familiar to associate with change.

The turning screws of the cyclical realm never seem to rust yet inches and inches of dust circulate in between the cracks.

I mean not to isolate. Simply to achieve a monumental hour on this ground, whilst the faint echoes of life still fall softly upon my head.

Wonders of the World

It is simply not enough to listen. Listening, despite its lonesome significance, is somehow incomplete unless followed through with thought. Sound must evoke thought – no matter how absurd or disillusioned. In truth, most things in life are ‘supposed’ to evoke thought, yet somehow this masterful experience is left undervalued. This process, to me, is the only natural element left within the individual – the provocation of thought. Feeling can often be tainted by expectation or guilt or a host of different things, but thought is private. And in this very privacy, gains ultimate significance and does wondrous things to the soul; the birth of Music, for example.

Hypnotically mellow, savagely beautiful, expressions of wounded truth; Henry Wolfe has one of those melodically soulful voices that transport one to unimaginable realms of thought. An essence of vulnerability, together with a surreal kind of realism coats every track – making this album entirely addictive.
The Blue House, Wolfe’s first official album is available for download on iTunes and is definitely worth the investment. £3.95 for undertones of acoustic perfection is almost morally damaging.

To listen, to think, to feel… the unappreciated wonders of the world.

New Beginnings

"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from" - T.S.Eliot

Embrace the beginning of the end; be happy, be well, be limitless.
Fly well and far.