Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game point, nobody wins.
Decline, right on time.
What happened to the dream sublime?
Tear it all down, we’ll put it up again.
Lyrics by: Michael Wilton & Geoff Tate of Queensryche
Photo by: Jack Piatt
I am a lover of people and words. I love poetry. I am poetry.
No surprise I am a poet.
I have dreams that keep me awake and a life that keeps me from sleep.
I want to move things … big things. Not dirt or buildings … but ideas – perceptions.
I want to create something that attaches itself to even one person and grows and sprouts into something beautiful.
I have no problem being a catalyst.
Just write me in oh, Great Playwrite …
just get me on the stage is all I ask of this ever so mysterious life.
So anyone out there want to start digging at the base of a mountain with me?
I am ready to move a mountain.
I am a writer and I have passion …
I will travel.
Photo by: Steve Matzker
”The wolf is not always donned in sheep clothing; sometimes he knocks in the guise of the Shepard.”
Photo by: Jack Piatt
The “One Day” Theory
Think of your body as a vessel – a seafaring vessel. And inside your body is a crew that faithfully serves your ship to keep it afloat and moving forward throughout the sunny (and at times) tumultuous ocean we call life. It is this crew that keeps your ship from sinking and allows you to explore familiar places or uncharted waters and lands. Your crew dedicates their very lives to this mission and knows no other duty. They serve with only two rewards – service itself and the celebration of their last day on board. You have an enormous crew, as our ships are ever vast with many levels and layers below the deck. Each day a different crew member faces their last day – the pinnacle of their existence in this universal framework. And it is our duty as the captains of our ships to make sure that this crew member’s last day is a day to be remembered. Alas, no day can be an ordinary day for it may be Jim or Kate’s last day – their best day.
It must be extraordinary! No typical day will do. There can be no wasting of hours on past reflection or ports, no half a day worrying about a storm brewing in the distance. No, this day must be spent soaking up every second … every eternal moment for the sake of this crew member who has dedicated their entire being to this ship and in turn is rewarded -
One day of celebration – one day of finding the extraordinary hidden behind the seemingly ordinary.
If we all piloted our seafaring vessels this way – every day, with no exception, then it is guaranteed this journey we call life will be a cup always full with no alternative perception of half or otherwise.
This life will be a worthy one – an epic exploration most fulfilling!
“Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.”
Some call it a rock
a shoulder for tears
others refer to it
it can be called
the haven for
though this title
I simply call
Love is on its own clock. It follows no schedule and takes no requests. It cannot be manipulated or reserved for a later date. It comes on its own accord, from a place much higher than our earthly understanding. It is bigger than us. We are only the instruments of love. It is our choice if we wish to let ourselves be filled with its beautiful music.