Simply Drakovi

Tucson, Heart of the Desert By Drakovi Bloodrose  Underneath an infinite sunlit dome,   Cacti reach, standing tall like guardians,   Where the desert breathes, whispers secrets,   Mountains cradle dreams, wild and untamed,   In the glow of dusk, stories ignite.   Streets throb with a vibrant pulse,   Cultures collide, a collage of voices,   Heritage woven into the very soil,   Oh, Tucson, my muse, my heartbeat,   In your essence, my spirit roams free.   A panorama of hues, rich and alive,   Every sunset, a promise, a revolution,   In your beauty, I find my truth,   This is more than home;   It’s the fire in my soul,   The rhythm in my heart,   The dance of life in the desert’s arms.  

National Meow Like a Pirate Day: Celebrating Cats and Adventure September 19 marks National "Meow Like a Pirate Day", a playful celebration combining the mystery of cats with the daring spirit of pirates. Historically, cats were essential aboard pirate ships, controlling rodents and bringing luck, making them the perfect companions for sailors. A Poetic Tribute: "The Feline Buccaneer"   By Drakovi Bloodrose Across the sea, with fur so sleek,   A cat commands the waves to speak.   Aboard the ship, with steady paws,   It guards the crew with silent claws. In pirate garb, it moves with grace,   A whiskered hero of the chase.   And on this day, we honor thee,   The pirate cat, wild and free. On this whimsical day, I will embrace the adventurous, whiskered companions who have silently shaped my history with their quiet strength and charm.

To those who once called me friend, family, or confidant: I’ve always been there. The one you leaned on, the one who gave without asking for much in return. I carried your burdens along with my own, shouldering the weight of others when they needed me most. But now, I see it for what it was—a one-way street, filled with ghosts who came around only when it suited them, always taking but never giving back. My mother? She’s not dead, but I’ve removed her from my life completely. My father? A waste of life. It sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. I was always the son no one truly saw. Friends? Most of you were never more than acquaintances dressed as something more, and I’m done pretending otherwise. My mental health will no longer be sacrificed for bonds that were never real to begin with. All I need now is my girl, my dog, and my damn self. Nothing more, nothing less. The rest of you? Consider yourselves a closed chapter in my life. I’ve been a good friend, more than any of you deserved, bu...

I had pursued every goal, convinced that happiness could be achieved with just one more accomplishment. Once I had achieved everything, I came to the realization that I had never taken the time to appreciate any of it. The true prize wasn't in my achievements, but in the near-missed moments - the serene calm, the shared laughter, the beauty of just being there. All the things I believed I required were always within my reach. After I learned how to release control, I discovered that it was sufficient.

As an herbalist living in Tucson, I appreciate the arrival of the new EA-37B electromagnetic aircraft at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base. This advanced technology will greatly enhance military capabilities by disrupting enemy communications and radar systems. However, my work centers on the natural world, where I use herbs and traditional remedies that have been valued for centuries. While technology like the EA-37B offers modern solutions, I believe that the wisdom and healing power of nature are equally important. In our rapidly advancing world, it’s crucial to remember the balance and benefits that natural remedies provide.

In our fast-paced, digital world, it's easy to forget the beauty of a good ol' fashioned letter. But let's be real, nothing quite beats holding a piece of someone's heart in your hands, inked onto paper, does it? Letters, man, they're like little time capsules of our souls. They're so much more than just words on a page; they're like handwritten love notes to the people we care about or even to ourselves. When you sit down and write a letter, you're giving someone a snapshot of your life, your thoughts, and your feelings. It's like a little piece of you that you can send off into the world. So today, let's all take a moment to appreciate the art of letter writing. Whether you're scribbling to a family member, a friend, or just getting all your thoughts down on paper for yourself, make it count. Let your words flow from your soul and create a real, human connection. It's like hitting the pause button on life and really letting someone know...

For once in my life, I’ve decided to focus solely on myself. That might sound a bit self-centered, but hear me out. Over the past year, I’ve made some significant changes. I’ve walked away from friendships that no longer serve me, distanced myself from family ties that felt more like obligations than genuine connections, and stopped worrying about unanswered calls and texts. In essence, I’ve chosen to embrace solitude. Why solitude? Well, sometimes you need to hit the reset button and focus on your own growth. And that's what I’m doing. I’m taking a step back from the noise and distractions to focus on the most important project of all: myself. Over the next year, I’ll be channeling all my energy into shaping and molding myself into the best version of my future self. So, what does this journey look like? It’s a mix of introspection, self-care, and a bit of adventure. I’m dedicating time to explore my passions, deepen my understanding of who I am, and work on becoming someone I can...

It’s just after midnight, and I’m wide awake. There’s something about the stillness of this hour that makes it impossible to sleep. The house is quiet—Hayley’s sound asleep, and Lillie is curled up at the foot of the bed. I couldn’t just lie there, so I got up, feeling this undeniable urge to write. I’m sitting here in the dark, letting my thoughts flow. There’s a certain clarity that comes in the middle of the night, when the world is silent, and it’s just you and your mind. I’m thinking about transitions, how September is finally here. There’s this subtle change in the air, even in the desert. The nights are getting cooler, and there’s a softness to the light that signals the shift from summer to fall. Right now, I’m caught up in how life is always changing, even when we don’t notice. We’re always in motion, always evolving, even in the quiet moments. It’s comforting to realize that, to know that nothing stays the same forever, and that’s okay. It’s part of the journey. As I sit here...