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….🙏🏾😢
I Dance on Clouds…..
I dance upon Clouds…
Singing Joyfully without a care weighting on me!
Tip-toeing on Stars-
wrapped in their Corona’s,
I feel warmth-
Leaping into the possible.
I Travel from Dimension to Domains unrestrained, lassoing a Commits Train.
Stay relentless climbing outta trenches, pits and mental prisons,
because I had not courage to face IT…
Basically I was sick of seeing a Victim in Me, cringing cowardly..,
“I RIP YOU OUT OF ME”
I grab at the anchor, linking Spirit to Soul-
I walk away…
From this Battle for Soul…
The Fire Starter Sparks
Living in the rhythm of time-
Heart beating, never ceasing from burning,
With Flames scorching, scribing-
Scratches on tablet..,
Glowing with the Fire that reads,
Here thrives a ‘Heart Driven Desire….’
Opportunity in the Breeze
The dependable, all powerful, inhale the spirit riding the wind;
In the breeze-
In season, like the fresh blooming budding Rose receiving the heat from the Sun sampling the rain
Falling are the walls,
Now all I see is open potential so essential believing this Dream of a Visionary never varies.
I’m riding the waves upon the sea of time with a net grabbing mine….
Opportunity in the wind….