Aren’t you curious at all
what’s to befall Mankind in the time ahead…
Have you found your niche?
Are you among trustworthy friends…
and do you put-up-with or put-out the others?
Can I dig my way out of this hole?
M’Lord knows enough I keep tryin’…!
They say ‘it’s all in your head’ –
so why not delve into the rapture
to be found therein?
Get comfortable –
because it’s mystical bliss
you’ll rightly see!
Too wise to fret, I’m back on all fours, enlightened by another hospital stay — eager to stay ahead of the ‘games people play’ and level the groundwork for an exciting future, exploring my options to their fullest.
Standing out, at one with the crowd
in psychoactive fervor,
participating within my active thoughts
– characterizing & staging roles –
debating others’ actions,
for I feel I cannot betray my calling
as an interested observer
What bruises my body
touches not my soul –
Have you no heart for my mind?
I experienced hearing the Music of the Spheres
in an altered State of Mind
Saw many wondrous sights & insights
from all the little lights
From patterns in everything
I found laughter for the first time
hidden in my psyche
for as long as I could remember
From a tragic youth, I blossomed
and found release for my inner voice
dying to be heard
I learned that speaking to god is easy
but the response sometimes hard to fathom
For god has a difficult mind
and it’s often hard to follow
when he strays from my decided path
leaving me in total confusion
ever changing the rules of misconduct
I knocked but no one had an answer
I hypothesized but no one read the formula
Like tempered glass I shattered
Like the rain I fell from cloud nine
and nourished new growth
I bet on the ponies and lost my shirt
Standing naked I bathed in solitude
I tried to bake a cake but misplaced the recipe
I only know a little but I’ve learned a lot
… tell me, where lies the truth of the universe …
I’m a traveler on a long and arduous journey without a distinct destination, a seeker for a purpose to Be. Sometimes lost in the jungle of my own mind, writing is the tool I must employ to make headway, taking cover under a canopy of words when the rains come, while finding light in the darkness with one spark of inspiration.