Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Benchmarks of my progress
Hooray for me!
Seeming fine to everybody,
And still I worry,
What is sanity when it can slip
So easily?
I’m good, I’m sure,
But how can I be sure?
What if the figurative demons return?
–The ones I was positive
Were exorcized?
Fear of the return is infrequent
But vigilant I remain
Someone needs to be
Watching for the return of
A me I do not want to be
So I go through the motions
The exercise
To keep unisolated my heart and mind
Where do you go, love,
When your words cannot be seen?
Toiling still in life?
–Filling your world with beauty,
In the act of just being
I will be hopeful
But not crush self with expectation,
My determinism here dances
With a deity of patience,
For closeness to the Divine is what is driving,
I will be prudent, remain grounded,
Whatever the result,
For the path is winding and
May lead
The long way around
Songs are like tattoos
They etch the mind with memory,
Of sound, taste,
smell, sight, and Touch,
And sixth sense that stays behind,
And like a record pops and crackles with the memory of a moment
Long gone,
But fresh to a part of the mind,
That reignites associated thought and feeling,
And tumbles us back into a younger you,
I have songs in mind that bring back a time
Of mixed discs and naivete
Of open rides and wilderness,
Of aroma of coffee and tea,
Of sounds of hopeful revolutionaries,
With flowers in their hair,
Memories and wishes mingle,
And dance,
With imagination filling in
The places we left open
You answer my call
With stars aligned in message
Here you read my thoughts
You are never far away
Nor ever out of my mind
Contributions made
Pigment hidden from plain sight,
Disregard impact,
Prejudice erodes the past,
So only a lie is cast
Trying something new,
Stretching my new found skill set,
All at 3 A.M.
