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…
Enter into His Rest
“Escape away in the moment, take a moment.”
Take a break?!
I wish I could take a brain pause; but this Mission of Good, Wills me forward even to the point of exhaustion…
I try to run away to the paradise in thought when…
Reality as I know it tries to control reactionary impulses. My mental fuses. Me, Myself, and I discusses. Sitting agitated by what seems to resist my persistence to break away from…
So many problems and issues. Wiping concerns off on mental tissue these issues irritate…
Man I could use a break. But Life won’t wait, the Mission must continue..!
“I must deliver this great Hope….”
The Birth of Idea
Resting in the space of silence, my thoughts emerge from shell reaching their freshly birthed hands sky-word., as I hear in creation a Heavenly Host shouting in jubilation,
“it’s a precious Idea you have in your hands…”
THE DAWN OF DAY
A warm sunrise energies from a razor edged horizon,
It pierces the darkness in a magnificent display screaming,”TODAY, is the Day!”
The Day of all things possible, I’m positively thinking of the greatness before me,
In hands stretched to the sky.
Limitless abounding while on lookers stand astounded
and the foolish are left confounded wondering how I got around-
The problems that haunted my mind in the midnight.
The inner prison bars broke from their hinges from this amazing light,
“THIS IS A NEW DAY.”
These thoughts wrapped in a soft Morning breeze,
Whisper my very Dream…,
“Let it be the Day I make history…,
LIGHT IN THE DISTANCE
I WAS LOST,
In the dark feeling buried alive
Under the pressure of seeing my true I.D…,
The darkness in me trying to over cast a shadow over the Man whom I hope to be…
I WAS lost….
But, Threw the sweetness of Hope filled words sent to me,
I AM FREE…
Ray’s of Hope
Colors dance a beautiful waltz
Colliding with purpose
Unique visions rise to the surface
Dreams burst with color
Searching for Peace Eternal
I scribe in my heart journal burnable is the fuel to ignite the desire
I can smell the fumes of success the beauty of blessed
no-longer a guest in my own dreams
this work has developed a blazing story of discovered glory
fired ambitions towards the stars
“no matter HOW FAR-“
“I will NOT become..,”
“The Tragedy of a Shooting Star….!”