Blogging

In my 7 years of running this blog I have traveled the world and never lifted a foot. I’ve visited countries I’ll probably never see, spoken to people I’ll never meet and will never touch, but I hope I’ve touched them somehow.

We live in a remarkable time when we don’t require a contract and loads of money to bind our words and have them seen by others. You can be seen and more importantly heard, if that’s truly your desire.

You don’t need to spend money on a wordpress class on gathering an audience.

You don’t need to study graphs and figure out when your “peak time” is to post. There’s always someone awake and even those that don’t speak your language can read your language in this amazing age.

I’ll admit I get some amusement over these new emails from the overlords asking for eager new bloggers to pay them for their courses on blogging. Teaching the very lessons that at one time some of us were vilified for. I suppose if the silver is right anything can be overlooked.

I view the blogosphere like a street.

And on that street you have real people, not links to click on or avatars to smile at.

People

Moving fingers with moving stories, index fingers with snapping photos. Everything in the world in my small world of view. I love it.

It’s the true bloggers that keep blogging simple and pure. Maybe we won’t be famous. Fame is for the fortunate and unfortunately most blogs will never be seen.

But we can try to be heard.

-Opinionated Man

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She

She’ll cry a thousand cries but never shed a tear.

I’ll wait for her a million moments or maybe just a year.

It’ll come, will it come, our time just to be.

Away from what takes us away, our love will never flee.

We dance the night, come stay the night, laying fears to rest.

I hold her hand, we finally hold hands, and find our very best.

Come stay with me and we’ll finally be better than an unshed tear.

Looking back, don’t look back, walk forward just to be.

-OM

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Dreams

I sat upon a Star.

Watching my feet hang from afar.

Like leaves in the wind.

As they swing again and again.

I thought about a dream.

A hidden passion within me.

Inescapable thoughts.

Of inner struggles I have fought.

Till I burned inside.

A cauldron here resides…

Becomes a burning flame.

Another star the sky does gain.

-OM