"Life Is To Inspire & be Inspired..................."
It is understandably relevant
Trying to remain your best in the face of betrayal
As each piece of your self falls apart into the swirl
Your only mission for the moment is to put yourself back together again
And make sure the colors match
As they bleed and blend creating a new master piece
reality the artist
Yourself the brush, the tip, the spray, the glue
The instrument motivated by the density of pressure
the result of your reestablished presentation
Is the tomorrow you hope you find
in each decision and in each combination and improvisation
Still the unfinished work of art is dragging along in a whirl of a mess
comical in all its imperfections beautiful in all its pain
Lesson after lesson of technique in the daily grind
Like teeth of the gears
a team of motion a push and pull
I am this
Another day of perception battles..
Seems I am feeling a combination of experiences intertwined..
One moment I let go, the next I hold on and realize I am holding on to nothing…
Because of the betrayal and the hurt it reminds me of my current place..
It reminds me of my empty hands- how they long to hold something real..
But I return back to my inner workings, My depth, My quest..
each step I am walking i observe the life i live, the life I had, and the life I have yet to live..
A collective…I am the collection.. My views are the eyes that absorbed the pixels..the tiny dots to connect in the bigger picture..
Preparations are disguised in persons, places, and things.. Nouns.. Nouns they are everywhere.. They have a new language in the collective.. As verbs are the vibration leading me to the full actualization of present..
I tend to get wrapped up.. entangled into the spaces of transition.
Like a limbo intersection jumble flip with too many options, but in the present state my two feet are planted firm in the far right corner and that is where I am..
Or in the vast open oasis of possibility and opportunity…
Perceptions really are only a matter of the collective that has been accumulated from the verbs and the nouns that I didn’t choose…did choose.. it all depends on how your sight scope mind loop takes it.. absorbs it and then reflects…
Battle…. the combination of experiences intertwined.
The layers of being that are a trinity… The here and now in the flesh, the soul, and the spirit…All questing simultaneously- eager to get the destination.. but in all reality I am here…
Here and now is all i can say to keep me from getting lost.. Colliding into other sections or places unseen, predetermined from my own battle based on negatives and doubts..positives and shouting out crazy ideals..
Its all relevant isn’t’ it?
All time and space squished and collected in this here and now… unwrinkled and laid out to understand and deliberate..To collect and fold and open and shape and mold about into something real.. something that I can hold in battle… in the grand scheme…
To Be Continued……………………….
The little stair cases in your eyes
Deeper into the rooms of your mind
Like walls filled with paintings
It is remarkable how much they resemble
A familiar place
Shouting colors in silent sound
Resonates with in my core
Your essence like divine truths
Planting an infinite garden
I wonder if the answers sway like branches
I can dream as I take a deep breath of the crisp cool Earth
The smell of sweet pine brushing across the rippling water
The deep scent of woods
Creation of beauty
Left in a world of decay
From lack of truths
Demise and escape
When the only place I want to be
Is on your stair case
This is me
My hands are open
My arms are waving
The trees are laughing at me