Where the sun drops in the western sky and rises in the eastern horizon
Where one reality sets and another rises
Where it bleeds into a furious blur of yellows, oranges, pinks, reds, blues, purples and blacks
Burning yellows and fiery oranges fading into cool purple shadows
Before the blackened abyss begins
Painting brilliance on wispy clouds
A rippling lake of fire and brimstone.
Vivid reflections and shimmering skies
Where dimensions meld into alternate realities
A suspension in time
Where time freezes for a small moment
And stretches for an eternity
Which way is up or which way is down?
Does it really matter?
A myriad of questions floating
Unanswered in the fabric of time
That’s where I want to be
That’s where I want to live
Never looking back
Always looking forward
Life forever suspended
Never falling wayward
Let me ride into that far beyond
Let the sunset receive me
Let me straddle the dimensions
Let me float the puffy clouds
I will ride the Phoenix’s firestorm
Into the multiverse beyond
Through endless dimensions
Into eternal bliss
Let me tour the scenic highways and byways
Let me feel the rush of the wind as it blasts my face
Daydream of riding upon my faithful steed
Into one last gorgeous sunset
Feel the droplets of Spring’s raiment rain
Feel the crisp bite of fall
Gaze at Autumns painted dress
Burnt orange, fire-kissed yellow and dry brown
I want to feel the soft kiss of snowflakes
The radiant embrace of the fireplace
The soft cuddles of warm blankets
A hideaway from the bitter winter
I’ll frolic in the grassy meadows
Lie down in a bed of wildflowers
Hear the babbling brook
Zigzag one last time through jungles of concrete and glass
Scanning onlookers’ faces
Watching people rush to their destinations oblivious of their surroundings
Take a Sunday drive through suburbia
Smell the barbecues once more
Hear the joyful sounds of children at play
Let me ride spectator, one last time.
And wave, with casual intent, a final farewell
All the things I’ve already done,
But let me do it just once more
Free spirited and venturesome
Then on to that unopened door
It’s time to move on
Time to venture from this place
I’ll lay down,
I’ll close my eyes,
And let eternal sleep usher me away
Bid agony a harsh goodbye
Send all the pain the other way
I’ll fly so high on peaceful wings
Into that fiery sunset
To the unknown reaches of time
Where reality and dreams coexist
That place where the sunset meets the sunrise
Suspended in a moment
Do you believe in luck?
As morning began to shuffle the deck and cast the day’s first lot, my son, perchance, arrived at my bedside. Upon giving his good morning hug, he noticed a penny on the table next to the bed.
“Oh look, a penny!” he declared. Hope and ambition radiated from his countenance.
“Wait, it’s tails up. I don’t want bad luck for the day.” This caused me to chuckle.
Before I could respond, he responded. “I know how to fix this.”
Determined to begin the day with good luck, he brushed the penny to the floor. He stood over the penny in observation, beaming with a sense of pride.
“Look it’s heads up now!” He exclaimed and promptly reached down and retrieved it. Without another word and with extra pep-in-his-step, he left the room.
I chuckled again but took a moment to see the learning experience.
Our destiny lies ahead of us. We embark with eyes of ambition. While on our journey, we’re met with moments of uncertainty and tasks that seem insurmountable. We can either accept the perceived inevitability or make the most of our circumstances. Flip, kick, or simply turn that coin over. Create your own good fortune and luck. Face the insurmountable and make it achievable.
Good luck, bad luck, a stroke of luck or down on your luck. It matters not.
Be the author of your own luck.
The sounds of unheard words…
They fall like raindrops on stones of deafness. Death comes, as they splat against hard surfaces and trickle, unnoticed and listlessly into dark crevices, lost forever in empty hollows. Others splash into depths of murky puddles of indifference and irrelevance. The droplets, crystal clear before impact, taint with filth and wash away into dire straits.
These are words and cries of the frustrated and distraught; drops of anguish and sadness. They fall like broken thoughts, wounded and faithless. They long for ears of endearment and reach for the rich soil of understanding and acceptance.
When was the last time you listened? Not like the stony paths and concrete edifices.
Listen and absorb like the cultivated soil. Soak up the raindrops and receive them into the depths of your fertile soul. Allow them passage into the well of clarity and the fountain of understanding. Join them with the waters of knowledge and forgiveness. See the clarity and brilliance of the raindrops. Accept their uniqueness and adhere to their lamenting.
Believe in their purity. Believe IN them. BELIEVE them.
Don’t let words fall carelessly by the wayside, to be forgotten. Please.
Raucous and Rapid Thoughts
Accelerated and Cluttered
High speed and speaking with the CAPS-LOCK on.
Head set to explode
Unable to slow thoughts down
It’s like giving a chipmunk a double shot of espresso and handing it a megaphone
Make the yelling stop!
Wishing to find peace
Must… need… focus
The highways of words, thoughts and emotions speed faster
In their wake, ghostly trails of what could be
Images and illusions burned into the surface
A reminder of unfinished business
The burn intensifies with every new thought
The cluster gathers momentum
Like an intense ball of fire ready to explode
Like a sun spot creating a black hole of thought
Imploding from within
Sucking the creative life into nothingness
A stupor of thought
Drugs – they leave numbness
Hiding the vacuum of expanding emptiness
Worthless thoughts and lost stories
Grasping at empty space cluttered with illusions of grandeur
Letters on the page fail to fall in place
Words trail into a blank wash
Pleadings fall into a dark abyss
Nothing makes sense
No rhyme or reason
A disorder of chaos
A mind lost in disarray
Sunlight shines, behind drab clouds
No peaks above, nor valleys below
Excitement, passion, and joy but for a moment
In their wake, a drab, colorless world
Sadness and sorrow slip away in silence
Distance, irritation and frustration remain
Dreary doldrums, monotonous days
Lifeless mornings, colorless grays
Draped in numbness
It’s hard to reign in uncontrollable emotions. Difficult to capture what cannot be explained. I know. I fight it. Monsters. Demons. Shadows that drape themselves over my mind. The desire for relief takes me down troublesome paths. My mind is a causeway of ridiculous traffic. My soul is a murky, black puddle, a dark abyss. There is light. Trust me. It’s there. It has shined through at times. I have felt it. Him. I have seen Him. I know He is there. And then, the shadow comes again, hides His face from me. I can still feel His love, but it begins to be drowned out. It weakens, or my ability to feel it, weakens. What comes so easily for some, not so much for me. The battle is oft times a stalemate. I oft find myself face to face with my demon. He scoffs at me. Offers me a mask. Tells me he will go easy on me. And then rips my heart out and drapes my soul in madness.
Yet, what gives me strength through all of this? Knowing that no matter how much energy he puts into the disparaging of my soul, he can’t take away the one thing I hold dear… My undying, unconditional love for mankind and my unwavering love for Him. I stumble. I travel down the demon’s dark paths. I feel his lashings. Yet my joy and my spirit lives because I see other’s lives touched. Because I see other’s unmatched joy. I celebrate the success of other’s while he continues to rip at my insides. He may drag me to hell… but he can’t have anyone else. I’ll make sure of that. My demons. My battle.