I laugh as I chase the material of Thought.
Reaching for them…
The instantaneous spontaneous outburst of imagination formed into creation.
A moment of thought, that Spark of light-
Seeing beyond the clouds as I take flight.
Whether I’m walking on the light of a Graceful Day, or caught in the grip of the Seductress Night Moon…
Thoughts loom, waiting as clay awaits the Potters finger tips.
I thurst to grip this,
Birthed in Thought Element…
Weaving Webs to catch a Dream,
Tying it into realities tight,
Trying to make it right,
The same image I see at night.
The same image that,
To those I remember…,
When We where young, and full of Life and ambition.
Mental Visions dim,
Withering and cold.
I’m desperately trying to hold onto the distant…..
“Please forgive these hand woven tears I’m shedding on this keyboard holding to these pictures taken in the moment…..”
Trying to keep Memories from dulling.
So I sow these tears to feed them, keeping them fluorescent.
Taken away by Coldplay ‘Everglow’ as these tears sow…
Pouring into the Soil…
These Memories grow….🙏🏾😢
Life penetrates with a saber like light.
The Dark deception-
Reverse the verdict, and turn failure into lesson-
Learned, and learning….
The Burning of Candle on both ends.
Time singeing its stain into frame.
Would say to this Spiritual display.
I give them a taste of Life anyway.
No way I will betray this inner desire for a light that shines the brighter.
As the Darkness dims….
For This Dream…,
I Fight on…!
A Moment in Captured Beauty
Enjoy the peace…
Simplicity in a breeze.
My Heart takes ease-
Living carefree as a child on a swing,
I sway through Life on the end of a string, balancing across this tight rope…
This balancing act of decisions-
Learning lessons through the Flash cards of Joy and Pain-
“Remember you’ve changed!”
…… The image in the mirror remarks….
“WAKE UP TO FREEDOM”
“Live Life off the Charts…”
A Tool for the Builder!
Too be used to fulfill their inner Drive to Strive to Enter the realm of the Hopeless, with the intent of bringing Hope with this-
“CREATE DONATIONS, by checking off your Travel bucket list!”
“HOW CAN WE DO THIS?”
This is no Wish, there is a vehicle that exist.
Directing much needed Finacial assistance-
Hope is where acts of Compassion exit hearts leaving positive marks,
Just by Traveling….
Without a care I stare into the depths of the Blank Canvas..,
Deciding what to paint…
Should I let this portrait penetrate the rusted bloodied barbed-wire Gate?
or kept out by the deliverance of the deliberate intent of splashing Colors crisp as Mint,
with a scent of Sacrifice..,
Lost at Sunset…..