"Peace" of Thought

Get Up For God's sake, "Get Up" she shouted. But I cowered with silence, in the bends of my mind. "Grow Up" she hollered. "Real women don't feel doubted." But I covered my ears forcing my eyes to go blind. "Stop Crying", she grunted. "Tears mean you're weak" But I dabbed at my cheeks, five minutes behind. "Get used to this" she challenged. "Life steals at your peak." But I glanced out small windows and saw colors of kind. "Look pretty" she said, "cause that's all you'll get." But I pulled on my jeans, it was all I could find. "Stay quiet" she cautioned. Your mouth is in debt. But I gathered some notes and with voice they would bind. "Get Up" she kept coming. "Sleep is just dead." But I crawled on the limits seeing lights that had shined. "Get Up" she kept coming. "Get Up." And I did. Over again.

That extraordinary, vibrant and courageous woman you knew, was once admired by many. Several admirers in particular, often referred to as Connection, became the well to her deep rooted mind. Connection knew vaguely of her vulnerability, however found her radiant energy to be most inspiring and continued, on the smoothest of days, to be most intrigued.  Connection would look upon her, call on her, and often invited Love and Friendship to play. They would adore the woman's imperfections and regarded each with ridiculous amazement while pursuing intention to explore where she drew such unusual pleasantry. The deeper the exploration, the more intriguing the universe seemed through the eyes of Connection. A developing and extreme awareness grew of delicate pathways and darkness, resulting in an unforeseen introduction.  Upon that path, Connection met Protection.  They were distant cousins that were only superficially aware that the other existed and it was quite rare for one to f

A Warm Current to Ride And the said paradox was not without an eternity to descriptive application.  No definition could either assign a contemplative light or a dissuading dark side with compelling fact or complete honesty.  The simplicity of the topic would likely have been noted in other realms, but this particular one held only baggage filled with an uncertainty that saddened the wildest and most creative minds.  For those who flew through days on waves of warm currents greeted by grey and white clouds were without hesitation and grew towards an end that was lit with fear filled belief that meaning would enlighten their soul.  And those who were powered by unfortunate and unwanted gifts of incomplete tangents of thought, were blessed with mountains that permitted glimpses of answers that teased with that very same uncertainty that quiets uncomplicated minds.  Light would be experienced by all who exist, although in a variance that would be deemed unfair by many, and sadly,

But Sharp Deeper than you dare Quieter than you care It's fringes you can't bare Electric like the chair Flowing like her hair The contents say beware Scarred from every tear Her mind is not quite there Like thumb tacks everywhere Fights through dark despair But sharp with room to spare CNK

Order is a relative He is a cousin to perfection He is a known friend of privilege to those with riches He closely coordinates their happiness He is a beastly avenger of chaos He serves to our every ideal He teases us with his promise of calm while dangling completion Order is a relative She is the sister of each cynics' eventuality She is a role model to our masses She is the coordinator of contentment She is a lioness and fighter of averages She lives to serve, direct and aspire She aims for a perfect execution that will arrive just on time Execution as it might even naturally occur, Despite interruption by the relative. CNK

The Edge of Vulnerability and Madness - Blog Part 2 - "UNEDITED WITH PURPOSE" Funny enough, I have had inquiry from readers looking for the inside of my mind as it relates to a previous post.  A few weeks back, I wrote about a three day excursion that embarked on a purposeful release of constraint, and allowed for random release of thought.  This was to take place over a long period (quite relative to my normal relaxation pattern), throughout a three day camping excursion. This was a most curious task.  An amazing experiment that I will do again.  In my previous post, I told about the freedom found in allowing a "flow of ideas" without having to guide, or push away the direction of thought based on outside expectation. This was more than creative writing. This was a flow of thought, unrelated and ideas that I would not revise to fit anything outside my own mind.  I impressed upon my readers to give it a try, allow the vulnerability that comes with it and enjoy