Typewriter Series #423 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Typewriter Series #423 by Tyler Knott Gregson
There is always a way to get to wherever you wish to be. Always.
With the incredibly talented and amazingly kind Melanie Fiona, @mymflife at the @Glam4Good event last weekend. Thank you again @mymflife for giving your time and talent to such a great cause. (at Milk Studios)
Typewriter Series #422 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Following my feet, even when they are tired or scared or pretend to be roots that lock me frozen to parts of the soil, has shown me some strange and wonderful things in this life. Say yes to your feet and follow them out your door, they will take you to such amazing places. Just let them. (at Brooklyn Heights Promenade Garden 2)
It seems that my Typewriter Poem today is causing some confusion, and that confusion makes me sad and shows the nature of things that can occur on the Internet from time to time. My poem was originally an ALL Original text poem that I posted almost 2 years ago to the day. Here is the original post:
http://tylerknott.com/post/5808040499/knees
as well as the corresponding Tweet that went with it
https://twitter.com/TylerKnott/status/73118131224199168
Somehow, on GoodReads.com, someone misquoted this as belonging to a poet, Derrick Brown. Now, I am being emailed and accused constantly today of being an artist that “steals” other artists work. Never have I ever, never would I ever, and the thought that I would I find offensive. With the exception of Music, or the random amazing quotation or Charity post, I do not even Reblog on my site, in an attempt to keep it completely original content. I always have, I always will.
So, for those that stood up for me, thank you, for those that accused and attacked, I am sorry you were so quick to jump overboard on a ship that was never sinking to begin with.
How do I address this from here? Any ideas?
Typewriter Series #421 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I was so blessed to get to shoot in the famous Milk Studios. My goodness what a gift. Thank you again to @glam4good and @maryalicestephenson for the opportunity. If you aren’t already, follow them both. (at Milk Studios)
Typewriter Series #420 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Subliminal messaging on the C Train. (at MTA Subway - Jay St/MetroTech (A/C/F/R))
Typewriter Series #419 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
At this exact instant on this exact planet
there are more people than you, or I, or anyone else
would ever care to admit, that are buried beneath
the weight of wasted time.
The shoulds and supposed tos and becauses and jobs
and money and requirements and responsibilities
add up and pile up and entomb us.
How many miles separate how many people
from the lives they should be leading,
the people they should be loving and the moments
they will never get back?
The justification of this frustration
paints a glossy veneer of happiness over the rust
of the truth hiding below it.
It’s the realization of our encapsulation
that cracks the paint and lets the color fade.
When do we forget the value of what we hold
and when do we forget to care about the burying
we submit ourselves to?
Somewhere a much younger version of ourselves is staring into the future
raising tiny fists, clenched into the air
and screaming a wordless warning that falls on
deaf ears that age has stolen sound from.
We see ourselves and we see the meaning we’ve assigned
to meaningless things;
we see the imagination running off the pages we painted,
watercolors evaporating and leaving behind only blank
canvas, only dry brushes.
Hasn’t the time come to stop this, to put water
to the burning of our futures by the flames of our
past restrictions? Has not the time arrived to
mix the color in the water and dip the brush,
dried an atrophied and lonely from the waiting it too
has endured?
Live life like you love to live and make that life
the one you’ve been waiting for.
At this exact instant you and only you
can rise from the layers of wasted time,
drive your hand through the sediment and
feel the sunlight on your fingers.
