Grateful New Horizons

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When is it possible to find a little time

Solely to sit and respectfully listen?

A momentary pause in a breakneck pace

To see our reflection in dew drops glisten

 

We wake to the sound of life in high gear

After a night of fitful meandering dreams

Grinding our way through monotonous days

Continuously stifling glass shattering screams

 

Solitary warriors in a seemingly hopeless battle

Our pride fights alone until fatigue wins the day

Weary minds grasp at our fractured shards of sanity

We are overwrought as more battalions join the fray

 

Needless is the only word for such cerebral bloodshed

When a cease-fire can be close at hand within our mind

Seek out the silent warriors of tribe and spiritual nation

Guardians of such beautiful new horizons we shall find

 

A powerful armada wielding strong protective unity

Will keep us wrapped in a peaceful crystalline energy

 Never again will our negativity abscond with all the light

If we humbly accept the guidance of a newfound synergy

 

We must now find our place to sit in perfect silence

Giving thanks to our spirits, guardians, and guides

Knowing in full faith and complete gratitude

That it is they who help in turning favorable tides

 

A quiet mind’s eye can see into infinity

Only if it is truly grateful for the ability

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Higher Plane

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I vividly remember being told so often

“Keep your head out of the clouds”

I remember it like it was just yesterday

Cautionary words from the so-called wise

“Daydreaming will only cause distraction”

Good thing I wasn’t much of a listener

 

I tucked those words away for a rainy day

As I was off to find another adventure

Whether borne of my wild imagination

Or found in the bright sun of my reality

My days WERE spent wisely as I see it

Contrary to my elders conservative beliefs

 

Somewhere along the way I grew up

Saw the ugly side of truth in this world

Found appreciation for the basis of those words

Yet still I refused to give up the many wonders

Gifted me by the heavens to let my mind wander

So I decided the only thing to do is compromise

 

Now with an arsenal of the best of both worlds

I  can attack reality with ferocity from every direction

I can swim with literary mermaids in a fictional sea

While slaying the dragons of the everyday world

Priceless the value of my double edged imagination

Kept razor sharp by the need for real world existence

 

So, to my elders, I say Thank You for your warnings

That I stored away for that rainy day inevitability

When childlike imagination was no longer an option

Thank you also for not enforcing the code too strictly

Letting me hone the skills necessary to walk the fine line

Between the two worlds that mean so very much to me

 

My discovery is what I wish to pass along to any and all

That fine line can not only be walked with grace and pride

But it can be twisted and turned into any direction you wish

My lessons are both simple and simultaneously very complex

If you listen carefully and follow the heart before the mind

You too will come to see the importance of fantasy in reality

 

I have discovered absolutely and with no uncertainty

The only way to rule your Kingdom on a higher plane

Is with your feet also planted securely on the ground

A Numbers Game

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Here I am once again

Surrounded  by these unfriendly foes

Put to shame by their multitudes

Engulfed within their highs and lows

 

Grasping for some balance

Swimming head with possibilities

Putting things in proper order

Falling victim to their hostilities

 

One is attached to every step

As more are undoubtedly close behind

They taunt us in our nightmares

While singular sands of time unwind

 

Perspective put in focus

Giving the immeasurable some measure

Answers can be found inside the questions

Still we are denied our wildest treasure

 

I have found a new way

A safe passage to cerebral stability

No genius have I ever claimed to be

Keeping things simple my artful ability

 

So I divide and I conquer

As I take them all on one by one

Using the power of three against them

I will assuredly finish second to none

Brainstorm

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Look to the horizon

To see what’s on my mind

A tempest always brewing

Ideas like locusts swarm

Among synaptic waves

High pressure front

Bringing dark clouds

And the promise

Of heavy rain

 

 

Dark side of the moon

Fills many a night sky

As the light cannot be seen

Through a thick smoky cloud

While a dead calm envelops

The thoughts of a madman

Written in a diary

And kept under

Lock and key

 

 

Purple haze has been gone

Far too long to recall

The peace it once brought

Replaced by frenetic energy

That brings on lightning

While thunder rolls

From front to back

As lucidity is executed

By electrocution

 

 

To capture lightning

Inside a whiskey bottle

Wasn’t the brightest idea

As such energy stored

Will surely strike twice

Deadlier than before

With cunning, ruthless intent

And with nothing to stop it

From finding ground

 

 

So now as yet another storm passes

Leaving its destruction as a toll

I am left to pick up the pieces

So that I can start once again

To forge another fortress

Standing in command of all evil

That dares to infiltrate

This revived temple

Of creative control

Alter Ego

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Welcome home my friend

A return of the prodigal son

To heighten my inner senses

While lifting up my lowly spirit

Come inside and tell your tale

Of the trials you have endured

 

Regale me with the fascinations

That have kept you away so long

I have waited ever so patiently

For some significance to reappear

In the form of identical likeness

Vastly different from it’s twin

 

You see, while I remained quietly behind

Not so much has been through change

It will be so very different once again

Now that you have returned to my side

To see me through the blinding night

Keeping me from under freezing sun

 

You always were my saving grace

Giving me warmth within my shadows

Stoking fires of inspirational awareness

While keeping the beasts of boredom at bay

So welcome back to your rightful place

My tried and true, trusted friend

 

My Imagination…..My alter ego

Visionary

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Pencil drawn confusion

Leading us all to wonder

Where can we find sanity

Now that life mimics art?

 

Which way is truly up

In a topsy turvy world?

A ceaselessly shifting

Flip flop of emotions

 

A genius’s artistry

Beckoning surreality

Only to be outdone

By randomness of life

 

Where is the gravity

When we are pulled

Into so many places

By heart and mind ?

 

Comfort found in chaos

Seek shelter from normality

Set your own benchmark

Walk improbable paths

 

Which way is truly up

Matters not any longer

We must now be content

To ask only…

 

Which way is FORWARD.

 

 

My Fellow Warriors

As I was closing out a comment to a very dear blogging friend, this line came to mind and it spoke to me of so many brave life warriors I have come into contact with here on WP. They say “The pen is mightier than the sword”. This may be true, but would it not be twice as effective to wield both with skill and precision?  So this brief wish is from my imagination to all of you.

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May your sword be deadly sharp and lightning quick, while your pen remains always at the ready to write away your Demons.

JMC813