Sunday, August 26, 2012
Watching the blank page
And its vast starkness tell stories.
Images take shape
Men fight their way through battles,
Swords slashing and hacking
Women love deeply
As though giving away breath from their lungs.
In this ‘emptiness’ there are words
Some spoken below a whisper
Yet their power is felt by the soul
Stories pour from a space that seems to contain nothing
Yet there is so much there
It can be misunderstood or misread as writer’s block, or Artist’s cramp.
Yet it is there,
Waiting for you to peel back the white and reveal the flesh beneath.
Take an adventure with me as we push past the mundanity of our lives,
Let’s go where children are purposely conceived and planned for,
A place where a walk through meadows green is a journey to discover secrets.
Let’s go to a place where one’s name is rarely told because words are powerful and revealing a name is akin to revealing one’s soul.
Leave the land where pages are for numbers and the reporting of what we know already.
Mount your imaginations and let’s go!
Sunday, August 19, 2012
There is a flow of consciousness, from one piece to another. Though they may seem to separate, they are all a part of a whole, a life of sharing my vision.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Pillows behind my head
Shape behind my head and shoulder
Determine my comfort
My steps guide
To my practiced wings
Flying further up
Where winds rule
Where the weak are tossed down
Didn't know this was my life
Covered over with dust and despair
But the King's heart beat
Beneath my cross section of bones
Beat a rhythm
So as cobwebs dust my head and face
I stretch my arms
Up where youth
Play like brothers
Sunday, August 5, 2012
So often, despair seems to cry louder than the joy of the journey. It's Sunday morning, that quiet place between the end of one week and the beginning of another. That place where, like a pause in between notes, I consider where I am, where I've been and where I wish to go. Like a pen or paint brush poised for what seems like an eternity, I sit, writing, while dreams and hopes rush forward. And yet, even in rest, I'm moving forward; going on with my destination in mind...