Purposefully

Where the dream falls apart
And our pieces are gathered
Though there be stormy weather
One finds what is hidden – matters –
In the days, events, times given,
A beauty of souls, phenomenal part.
Here to premiere such talent,
Extremely important, past, now,
The time we are sore prepared to welcome
But must live, learning to steer the craft,
Leaning so the raft not capsize
Plunging us to be molested by the waves
Uncaring influence, with due diligence
We enter the depths altogether surrounded.
There exists no up, no down, and prayer,
We cry, hoping we find grace in
A timely, beneficial reply – though –
In a heartache, we wonder if in wandering,
We each turned too far aside, too insensitive,
For the Lord in His mercy to arrive,
Make His presence known for one,
Alone, if it matters, this life to abide.
How we must each together
Summon the gumption to recall –
One is never only, all creation,
Every population supports who
We trust ourselves to be,
We must learn the lesson, LOVE,
Is greater than individuality –
The Fruit of God – purposefully.

Interval

We sit a space apart,
My attention on our hearts,
Do you feel the beat?
The substance clear – all the heat –
Rising like spiraling sparks above us.
No more precautions, exemptions,
Drawing closer until we
Have optimum touch,
Inhibitions dispensed to
Join LOVE becoming more real.
All awakened by hands –
Busying with bodies, complete
In one another founded
Such passion, a volcano –
Us – exploring exploding.
We, a cacophony,
Destroying rigid borders
A roaring tempestuous inferno
Invested, withdrawing, created
To distribute multitudinous happiness.
LOVE blazes, flames rising higher
Depositing blessing in the wake,
Engrossing desire, passion, and LOVE.

Confrontation

Most times, I avoid
Saying no, telling others
I am unhappy,
I stand by reflectively
Keeping discomfort hidden.
When I must speak out
My emotions take control,
Volume escalates
I am loud and shake because
I do not like to cause pain.
Mainly I suffer
When I am strong, I belong
To take care of those
Who call upon me in need
Even when it is wrong for me.

This is one of my struggles. I think life taught me and I am trying to learn better.

Momentous

The occasion flashed
By like the thunder’s rumble
In the lightning’s wake;
The calendar says days passed –
But time did not linger, no.
Nae way to savor
Except in the instant when
We paused to caress,
Present twinkling, we like stars
Became bodies made regal.
A dance, a song, lived
Evanescent, only ours,
Beautiful freedom
With one another conjoined
Still ourselves, we become us.

RaNDoM

Journals are exercise, keeping imagination fit for bigger things. No holes barred, no trapeze, why have a net? I have shared journal pages a lot over the years. It does not intimidate me, revealing creativity in the raw.

I know the hype is you should keep journals locked away, but I attempt to be as real and open as possible when I share work. If you do not use a journal, I recommend it highly for increasing your output. You may share or not, as so pleases you.

The composition book I am now using has dots instead of lines. I am unused to this. It may take a bit for my handwriting to catch up.

Being back home is somewhat lonely, but the dogs like it.

Entry 38 for September. I am shocked by how much I have worked this year. Committing to an entry per day or more has given me a structural framework. I recommend 365 projects. I have done them before. Mine – I call a Creativity Project, but if you begin, name it as you like.

As a prompt, consider your creative goals. Are you taking action to achieve them? Do you have a purpose in mind? Create something that affirms your efforts.

Thank you for spending time with me. I hope you found encouragement and inspiration. If you like, you may follow the site or come back as you like. I am working here daily. There is always something new.