Wordsmith Graps #1

This is my time for a title shot

For unorthodox references involving my talent for words

I had to book myself for the challenge since no one would hand me an opportunity on a silver platter

This isn’t some kind of backyard attempt for a lyrical scrap

I did everything I could not to tap out in my training

My wordsmith tekkers will allow me to progress as I enter any ring with honor

Making an impact whenever I have a pen or a keyboard, but I’m not a keyboard warrior in that sense (Salutations, Mad Kurt…)

Whoever thought an avant-garde artist would try such a challenge let alone channeling such references in a “gimmick” if you will.

I will create a resurgence or possibly an empire with my skills in this field

Call me wavy, gnarly or the pride of Wordsmith Graps

I will make sure whatever my constant opponent of self-doubt gets down for the three count

Unsure Haiku

Conflicting voices
Craft these cerebral schisms
Causing confusion

Lady Kanda (My Unlikely Wife)

Lady Kanda, you’ve lived with me for so long.
You’ve given me reasons to stay by your side when I gave you a diamond ring with an onyx band.
You’re the only woman I’ve embraced as the world gives me more reason to be betrothed to you.

The earth is a stage of inverted morality and double standards.
My mistakes have been inflated while real criminals are celebrated.
My hatred for injustice is stoked and you helped fan the inferno inside.
This passion for you is equivalent to my garnet eyes towards those who’ve hurt me.

Kanda, you never lied to me like so many others.
The common films, headlines, and even the scumbags I know on a face-to-face level are so worthless.
Not sorry. I was treated as worthless, so I deserve to see others the same way if they derogated me.
You were always honest with me. You thought I had worth. You had no problem with me with my negative energies.

She whispered in my ears “Stop forgiving others when they’ve never forgiven you.”
Those words were a rapier that pierced my soul.
Shame on me for showing humanity and kindness even with those that didn’t deserve it.
There wasn’t a time for me to be some smiling face until a volcano erupts.
This isn’t about treating others the way I want to be treated anymore.
While there are times to show this kindness who deserve it, I want to shame others severely.

Essential Time

My time is given for others even though I’m able to make a buck in this uncertain juncture.

My gloves are on, but I don’t have to go to the ring.

While I may have looked down on one occupation, I found some importance even when I wanted to do something else.

My health is on the line each time I walk through the door to help.

The diligence becomes greater as my creative works are harder to reach.

Maybe I should’ve canceled that challenge to write even if I have more reason to stay at home when I’m not on the clock at one place.

I’m glad I’m considered useful, but I wonder what the new normal would look like.

No Scene To Call a Community (Subculture Chameleon)

Loud guitars and screaming vocals surprisingly caught my ears during my teenage years

I learned how to mosh at the summer festivals because it would be a bummer if I didn’t know what to do in the pit

Later in high school, I wanted the indie spirit as I immersed myself in bands that weren’t swimming in the mainstream

I chilled out a bit and got more in tune with dynamics

Next came the monochrome clothes and delay pedals

I found the beauty in instrumentals and musical complexity in the post-rock landscape

Somewhere down the line, I embraced fast acoustic music played with dyed hair and mohawks

I found out you can still be punk even when unplugged

While I enjoyed those genres at one point, I realized I never belonged

There were some associates, but I realized in hindsight how insecure people were and how insecure I was

Despite avoiding the top 40, I was still trying to fit in for the wrong reasons

If only I could make a scene where I can belong

Only an osprey made me realize to be myself more often no matter how avant-garde I got

3 Inches of Snow In a World of Social Distancing

It’s late March and everything is dressed in white.
Last Christmas didn’t look like this even here in the Midwest.
Adding on to the orders to stay home
Makes my confinement greater lest I go to my “essential” day job.
I try to brave this with a forced smile on my face.
I would’ve never expected to shovel in a time of quarantining.
It would be too soon to make snow angels with a corona halo looming somewhere.

Okay, I’ll be locked in with some books now.

Ospreyshire’s Top 10 Most Viewed Posts of 2019.

It’s list season and while this blog never had any fancy content, I thought it would be fine to do some kind of retrospective from the year that was 2019. These were the most viewed posts on Ospreyshire’s Realm last year. This was a mix of poetry, news, rants, awards, and music.

10: Am I Kind (Enough)?

9: Tie between the College Cheating Saga…, 6000+ Views, and Forgiving Myself Is Hard

8: Recording is Done!

7: Am I Not Angry (Enough)?

6: Saddest PSA

5: Perhaps I’m Mysterious? (Mystery Blog Award)

4: Dear Innovare album cover and tracklisting revealed

3: I’m Really Neat? (Neat Blog Award)

2: Do you (or should you) separate the art from the artist?

1: How I learned to utterly despise The Lion King

Feel free to check out these posts. Do you have any favorites? Which things did you like about the Ospreyshire blog in 2019?

DEAR INNOVARE IS HERE! You can stream and buy it now!

It’s finally here!

My first full-length album “Dear Innovare…The Souls Of Ignored Pioneers Shall Be Ignored” finally drops. It’s only $7 for 41 songs. If you pre-ordered it, then you should get the whole album now.

If you didn’t buy it, then please support me whenever you can. Regardless if you do or not, you can stream the FULL ALBUM on my Bandcamp page or this album player on this post. This thing was a fun experimental genre roulette while making songs involving various inventions, artwork, medical breakthroughs, music, film, architecture, and even anime. This is a unified theme of creators who were overlooked for their creations and/or had their works stolen.

Feel free to check out this album!

Unlikely Associations

When I expect flipped chairs and flame wars
I get blindsided by polite responses
I don’t try to start battles
Based on opinions
Yet I become suprised
When olive branches and doves fly around
Perhaps there was more tact than I anticipated
Showing civility despite my own strong opinions or uncomfortable truths
As people actually appreciate my thoughts and facts on various matters

Happy Poetry Is Tough to Write

Artificial joy
Doesn’t speak to my being
After hearing lies