The Job (Life Happenings)

I think back to when I was an independent reporter covering sports and events having adventures with each moment. I gave my all and went far, however I wonder if I appreciated those moments enough? Did I absorb the experience as much as I could? I ponder on this now some years later having moved on from being a media member & I wonder if I made the right choice leaving that field of work? It is not typical of me to look back in retrospect but I took on at the time a part time job to keep busy and test myself in a different field but I have found myself in an extremely negative environment there.

When I first began this part time filler job I was still a practicing bodhisattva & was very detached from worldliness as well as the negativity that pervades most of common human life. However over time I have experienced much sabotage, ill will, anger etc toward me at this job for simply trying to do good and give my all. The people there are mostly broken spirits who only desire to collect a paycheck while aspiring toward nothing and make this known verbally as often as they can. I in contrast aspire to be my best self always & to conquer the difficult. Being subject to such an environment has affected me, I have become frustrated, I have been stifled and distracted on my path. My discipline has been tested to the max and sometimes I pass the test while other times I fail.

I know now that I still have much to master in life. I will only become better & stronger from this experience. My only question now is when do I move on from this negative environment? I have vacation coming up in a few months and I would like to collect that time but I would have to survive the onslaught from a people that despise a good, hard working non conformist. I am not sure what to do, leave now or stick it out? What will I learn about myself given the choice I make? Thank you for reading my words. You all have my love, appreciation and I hope the best for you.

Your friend





The last of the giants

Archons of the first world

From a time before humanity

When the earth without form

cried no tears

Last of the great ones

Aeon of fire

Keeper of the ancient wisdom

Where is the golden gate of


That I may enter & find the

peace of contentment.

Mikial Kenneth Millard

Copyright april 2018

No copying allowed.


Rain trickled down my window as dark clouds embraced the sky. I began to sing a song of gloom as the thunder crackled behind flashes of electric. I could feel deep within my chest a burning flame.

I opened the window and climbed out into the rain. Taking a deep breath I began to walk down the dark wet road and since then I have never stopped.

By : Mikial Kenneth Millard

Copyright march 2018

No copying allowed.



Im sensitive to the point,

That if you look at me,

Or dont look at me at all,

Tell me not to speak,

Or dont speak to me at all,

Ignore my text,

Or ignore my call,

Whether what you did was an accident,

Or youre unaware that you did anything to make me fall,

It will alter my mood,

It will corrupt my mind for the entire night,

And it will send my emotions into an uncontrolled flight.


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Strength Is Not Defined

Strength cannot truly be defined, but I have learned that it comes from within. The greatest mountains to conquer are ourselves. No externality in adversity if mind is over matter. Life is what we make it, is it not? Struggle and adventure are intertwined, two poles differing only in degree. We do not need to define strength, we need only define ourselves.

Mikial Millard

Copyright feb 2018

No copying allowed.

The Serpent Eating Its Tail

I am whatever I choose to become.

A person is a star bound to a mountain.

Hot & cold, Night and day, infinite & finite
All are the same but differ in degree.
Where on the scale does hot end and cold begin ?

The words of the master come swiftly to the ears of the
student who is ready to understand.

These words are not mine, but within me they reside.

Mikial Kenneth Millard


The Walk

Grey light flowing from the glimmer of an alien moon. I walk in the darkness under trees which sing when the wind blows. One foot in front of the other I become something the past would not blink to see. Waves of life pass over my face as the strings of fate softly sound in the distance.

by Mikial Kenneth Millard

copyright May2017

all rights reserved.